Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 27: Courage in the Web

Narinder left the cult with a steady step, although his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He walked towards the portal of Silk Cradle, and as he crossed the threshold, a shiver ran through his entire being. That place, the lands of Shamura, had a dense atmosphere that seemed rooted in the very earth and tangled in the cobwebs that covered every corner. The dense and cold mist that floated in the air seemed to intensify as he moved forward, his footsteps echoing on the dark paths covered with the bones of fallen creatures.

Thinking about Shamura, her heart raced almost involuntarily. The betrayal from back then still weighed like a millstone. Every time her mind returned to the moment he was sealed in the Veil, she felt a mix of anger and melancholy. He couldn't stop seeing his brother's face in those final moments, just when Narinder attacked him, damaging his head with the desperation of being sealed. It was at that moment, when Shamura was already wounded by his blow, that the ritual was completed, and Narinder was dragged into the veil and cast into his eternal prison.

A cold sweat ran down his back as he whispered to himself in the solitude of the cave:

"Did Shamura cry when he perished?" Did you know it was his end? There was a time when we were inseparable... he was the smartest of us. His mind was as strong, as sharp as the spider silk that covers this place, relentless and perfect in its design... the webs remind me of him...

Despite what had happened, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions for his former colleague. He decided to make the most of his trip and collect some spider silk, a resource as common as it is vital in those lands. As she did so, she felt the strands slip through her fingers, soft and sticky, as if each filament contained a part of the story she shared with Shamura.

The landscape of Cuna de Seda reflected the brutality of its former inhabitant. The remains of fallen creatures adorned the ground, their skeletons scattered among the cobwebs that hung like a deadly trap in every corner. Great structures of bone rose like silent monuments to centuries of violence and war. Around her, the air had a gloomy tint, with shades of blue and purple that bleached the skin of those who dared to venture in. Everything was tinged with death and loneliness. The dim lighting seemed to absorb any spark of life or hope, turning the place into a living tomb for those who visited it. However, Shamura was never affected by that darkness. His kingdom always reflected his nature: a balance between the calculated and the destructive, between sharp intelligence and ruthless brutality.

Narinder moved forward, but with each step, he seemed to feel the weight of ancient memories. Every corner of the Silk Cradle, every cobweb and every bone reminded him of Shamura's brilliant mind, the brother he cherished the most. However, sadness and nostalgia would never weaken him; on the contrary, they strengthened his determination.

Narinder advanced through the war-torn lands with a steady step, the atmosphere dense and silent, broken only by the faint crunch of bones that adorned the ground and the brush of cobwebs that hung heavily from the dead trees. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very shadows were waiting to pounce on him. Then, a group of gigantic spiders emerged from the dark corners of the cave. They moved quickly, their long and sharp legs echoing on the stone floor as they lunged at Narinder with a terrifying synchronicity.

However, Narinder did not falter. Without missing a beat, he drew his relic: a claw with a chain of black iron that shone with a sinister power. He raised the claw with a mastery that only the gods could possess, and with a faint murmur of ancient words, he activated his power. A wave of dark energy was unleashed, sweeping the spiders away with a devastating blow. The creatures didn't even have time to scream before being reduced to dust. The remains of the spiders fell around Narinder like black rain, while he simply watched his work calmly.