In Alpha Wings

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑖𝑥

Beneath silent halls, where power hides, 
Two souls meet, trust denied. 
Through pain, strength grows slow, 
A bond unspoken, both still know. 
Warriors fail, shadows fight, 
She protects, guarding the light.

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I find this difficult to believe," He uttered with a tone of disbelief as the two men entered the middle hall. Uncertainty crept into their demeanor as the two warriors took strong strides toward the chamber, their expressions betraying a sense of apprehension.

The private chamber, nestled within the west wing, commanded an aura of solemnity where not even the flutter of a bird's wings dared to disrupt the silence without permission. The faint sun's light, filtering through the narrow windows, cast ethereal patterns upon the darkened walls, lending an air of mystique to the surroundings. Positioned meticulously on every fourth step around the chamber stood sentries, adorned in formidable armor, their watchful presence contributing to the weightiness of the atmosphere.

They stood in front of the chamber door, the soldiers bowed their heads outside the door and pushed the doors open, entering without a second thought. Inside, the chamber exuded an aura of power and authority, with ornate furnishings and intricate tapestries adorning the walls. The man behind the desk sat with his gaze piercing as he scrutinized the newcomers, leaving them with a palpable sense of unease before his gaze went down to the papers he was holding.

Beside him stood a man, his face devoid of any emotion as he glared at the two warriors entering the chamber. They both bowed their heads in deference, acknowledging his presence with a sense of trepidation.

"Sire, She was nowhere to be found and whenever we get some glimpse, strange things happen around. And then we will forget about everything."

The camber was filled with darkness reigns supreme, casting deep shadows that obscure the man seated within. His figure is a silhouette against the dimly illuminated backdrop, half of his face veiled in obscurity, a testament to the enigmatic nature of his being.

With an air of authority that permeates the very air around him, he exudes a commanding presence that brooks no dissent. His form is a study in contrast, with the faint glimmer of light catching on the sharp of his features. He sits behind his chair like a silent sentinel, his gaze fixed forward with unwavering intensity. Though devoid of emotion, there's a palpable aura of menace that radiates from him, enough to send a shiver down the spine of anyone who dares to even look up.

"It seemed as though, there was a presence there that diverted our attention from approaching those dark mountains," Rex spoke as he rubbed the corner of his eyes for the hundredth time. His eyes were burning with a light pain in his veins like some spice was added to the air and so was this happening with Zeth too. It was true that both warriors didn't remember how they were out of the forest in the flesh after the incident.

"Your combined efforts are deemed ineffectual," Rylan's voice sliced through the tension, his words like icy daggers, piercing the air with authority, his tone unwavering. The warriors averted their eyes, a silent acknowledgment of their failure. Rylan's gaze then shifted to the figure seated beside him, who remained silent, a very silent force to be reckoned with.

"Dispatch reinforcements and conduct a comprehensive search of the entire area once more," He continued with his commanding voice. "I require her apprehension promptly."