The council chamber fell silent after Arch-Warden Vale's declaration. High Inquisitor Marcellus stepped forward once more, his eyes cold and determined as he addressed the assembly: "We must act swiftly. Prepare a team to approach Kael; we will gather his intentions and, if necessary, restrain him."
Lucien shifted uncomfortably, clutching his glowing orb as though it were a talisman, murmuring, "Let us hope our actions remain just."
Arch-Warden Vale surveyed the gathered council with a firm gaze and declared, "This is our charge—the balance of our realm depends on preserving order."
Outside the sanctum, emissaries readied themselves. Armored figures and disciplined warriors gathered near the radiant spires, their gear glinting in the first rays of dawn.
Marcellus led the team with deliberate steps through the corridors of Arx Solari, moving with quiet intensity. Every stride was measured and every glance vigilant.
In the distance beyond the shimmering walls, the realm stretched out like a tapestry of broken land and hopeful renewals—a reminder that Kael, the Unbound Flame, had already begun reshaping destiny beyond those borders.
"Remember," Marcellus instructed his team, "capture his power or neutralize it. Do not let chaos claim our world."
The emissaries dispersed with determination clear in their eyes, committed to confronting the rising threat with precision and force.
Meanwhile, Arch-Warden Vale remained at her post, her gaze fixed on the radiant horizon as hope mixed with concern; the Dominion's future now rested on the outcome of this mission.
Inside the sanctum, the council's murmurs faded into a heavy silence as they waited for news, each moment stretching like a heartbeat in the quiet aftermath of their decision.
Outside, the realm awoke under a new dawn—a fragile peace battling chaos on every horizon. And somewhere far away, Kael walked his own uncertain path, unaware that his destiny would soon collide with the emissaries' force in a clash of power and fate.