Chapter 3: Sacrifice in Amber
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Chapter 3: Sacrifice in Amber
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CHAPTER 3: SCRIFICE IN AMBER
The dust from Hera’s cataclysmic lightning strike hung thick in the air, a gritty, acrid pall that stung the eyes and choked the throat. The thunderclap’s echo still vibrated in the bones of the city, a physical memory of unleashed fury. Amidst the smoldering ruin of the inner wall, the Gatebreaker stirred. Half its obsidian carapace was gone, revealing pulsating, corrupted viscera beneath, steaming in the cool air. One massive leg twitched, gouging a furrow in the shattered stone. A low, guttural groan, thick with pain and undiminished malice, rumbled from its ruined maw. It wasn’t dead. It was pissed.
Hera pushed herself up from her knees, every muscle screaming in protest. The raw, uncontrolled power she’d channeled had scorched pathways through her own essence. Her hands trembled, the runes on her arms glowing a sullen, angry red beneath charred skin. She tasted copper, felt the phantom burn of lightning coursing through her veins. Stormbringer lay nearby, its runes flickering weakly. She stumbled towards it, her vision swimming.