RISE OF EROS

The shard glowed with an eerie intensity as if a compressed galaxy was trapped in a pebble-sized crystal. Crhono held the shard carefully, his magic-enforced gloves designed to neutralize any leaks of magical energy.

He had faced Carcom in order to eradicate a threat that had devastated entire kingdoms, but this piece of the fallen god presented an even greater challenge. The dragons, powerful guardians of the seals, had protected the fragments of the fallen god for centuries. However, they had never found a way to destroy them.

Ancient recorded knowledge and stories passed down through generations claimed that attempting to destroy the fragments resulted in catastrophic disasters. Crhono knew that the consequences of a mistake would be irreversible, but he also understood that as long as the fragments existed, the danger would persist.

Settling into his makeshift laboratory, Crhono laid out his tools: a series of resonant crystals, scrolls containing forgotten runes, and a portable library of ancient tomes. This place, hidden in a remote region, was a refuge away from prying eyes. Here, even dragons could not interfere, giving him the freedom to explore without limits.

He began by analyzing the magical composition of the fragment. On its surface, divine and chaotic energies intermingled like rivers of light and shadow. Crhono used an ethereal prism, a tool that broke down magic into its basic components.

The light it projected filled the laboratory with a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. "Interesting…" he muttered as he frantically took notes. The energies contained patterns that matched nothing known.

They were ancient and primal, and at their core, there was a vestige of the fallen god’s will, as if the fragment still held a spark of consciousness. Crhono’s first attempt was to replicate the draconic seals on a smaller scale.

If he could contain the fragment more efficiently, perhaps it would be possible to dismantle its energies bit by bit. He spent days studying the dragon carvings, copying symbols, and recreating rituals that required absolute precision.

Yet each time he tried to apply the seal, the fragment rejected him with violent force. Frustration began to build. Crhono knew that time was not on his side; the remnants of the fallen god continued to affect the balance of the world, and each passing day increased the risk that someone would try to unleash that power for their own purposes.

It was during a sleepless night that Crhono had a revelation. He was flipping through a dusty tome titled The Roots of Divine Dissonance, a forbidden text detailing the celestial wars that led to the god’s downfall. Among its pages, he found an intriguing passage:

"The fragments of the fallen god are not simply waste; they are reflections of his own contradiction. Only that which can balance the paradox of creation and destruction can dismantle them."

Crhono slammed the book shut, his mind working at full speed. The key was not strength or even magic in its conventional form. It was balanced. He needed a catalyst that could stabilize the opposing energies within the fragment, neutralizing them from its core.

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The catalyst was not something that could be easily crafted. According to the few references available, it was a material known as Perfect Aetherium, an element so rare that many believed it to be a myth. Crhono remembered reading about a deposit in the Scarlet Mountains, a place abandoned due to its dangerousness.

With no time to waste, Crhono set out for the Scarlet Mountains, facing storms of magical energy and creatures warped by chaos. His determination led him through dangers that would have stopped anyone else in their tracks. Eventually, he found a hidden cavern where Perfect Etherium crystals glowed with a silver light.

Collecting the material was a challenge in itself. Ethereum was extremely volatile and required specific tools to extract it without it disintegrating. Crhono worked for hours, his concentration is absolute as he isolated a small amount of the catalyst.

Back in his laboratory, Crhono began the riskiest experiment of his life. He created a stabilizing field using interlocking magic circles, with the shard at the center. Perfect Etherium was carefully placed into a receptacle designed to channel its energy. @@novelbin@@

Upon activating the field, the shard immediately reacted. The energies within it began to churn, creating ripples that threatened to destroy the laboratory. Crhono recited an ancient invocation, directing the power of the Aether into the fragment.

For a moment, it seemed as if the fragment would hold, but then something extraordinary happened. The chaotic lights within the crystal began to dissipate, replaced by absolute calm. The fragment slowly disintegrated, leaving behind a small sphere of pure, harmless energy.

Crhono fell to his knees, exhausted but victorious. He had accomplished what the dragons considered impossible: dismantling a fragment of the fallen god. More importantly, he now had a method that could be applied to the other remnants.

With the fragment destroyed, Crhono knew his work was just beginning. Informing the dragons would not be easy; their conservative nature might be a hindrance. However, he also understood that the discovery of the Perfect Aetherium and the method of neutralization were crucial advances in protecting the world from future threats.

He kept his notes carefully, knowing that every detail was vital. As he walked out of his laboratory, a sense of hope filled his heart. For the first time since the fall of the god, the end of his influence seemed attainable.

Meanwhile, in Dunnas Palace, Andrew watched Kael, Draneg, and the other demigods with narrowed eyes. His Eros eyes weren’t powerful enough to see their intentions, but they didn’t need to, as they were obvious.

These guys, unlike Biacko and the others, didn’t want to protect him out of goodwill or the greater good, they just wanted to earn points to achieve their goals. Unfortunately, Andrew had no way to grant them their wish.

He had already told them and they didn’t believe him, but that didn’t matter to him. "If they want to work for free, I don’t mind," Andrew thought. Then he looked at Biacko and said, "Elder Biacko, I’ll leave it to you, I’m inexperienced and I think you should be in charge."