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The palace trembled, its foundations shaking as if trying to shake off the very existence of the disturbance that had taken hold of it. Argider stood in the heart of the grand hall, feeling as though she were caught between two worlds—the real and the unreal. The edges of reality flickered like the fraying threads of an ancient tapestry, barely holding together as the empire's collapse seemed imminent. Find your next read at My Virtual Library Empire

The masked figure's words echoed in her mind, relentless in their haunting clarity: You were not meant to exist. She could still feel the weight of them, pressing down on her like an anchor pulling her into the depths. The very fabric of her being seemed to rebel against them, yet the truth they contained gnawed at her with a cold, persistent hunger.

Shaking off the lingering sense of unease, Argider turned toward the vast windows that looked out over the empire. The sky was no longer the vibrant blue it had once been; instead, it swirled with unnatural hues, dark clouds rolling over the city in waves. The air felt heavy with magic, with the pulse of power that surged from the disturbance. The world outside had become a distortion, a reflection of the chaos within.

Esmeralda's voice broke through the silence, sharp and commanding. "Argider, we need to act now. The nobles are scattering, and the unrest is growing."

Argider turned to find her standing at the entrance, her face pale but resolute. "The nobles can wait," Argider replied, her voice low, almost distant. "Something far greater is happening, something beyond any of us."

Esmeralda frowned but didn't argue. She knew that Argider's instincts were rarely wrong, and if there was one thing the empire had taught her, it was that sometimes, the greater threat didn't come from within its walls. "Then we must figure out what it is before it tears us apart."

Faeralys had returned from the archives, her expression grim as she entered the hall. The air around her was thick with frustration, her usually graceful demeanor now clouded by the weight of the knowledge she had uncovered. "There are no answers in the archives. Whatever is causing this disturbance is not bound by the magic we know," she said, her voice tight with frustration. "The very fabric of reality is being rewritten, and no spell, no incantation, can counter it."

"Then what do we do?" Fialova's voice cut through the tension, her usually confident tone tinged with doubt. The weight of her words hung heavily in the room. "We can't keep defending against an enemy that doesn't obey the laws of magic."

"We find the source," Argider said, her eyes narrowing. "It's coming from somewhere deep within the empire, from the very heart of the palace. There's a power—something ancient—that's been unleashed. We have to stop it before it destroys us all."

The three wives exchanged uneasy glances. The idea of searching for an unknown, unexplainable force within the palace was daunting. But it was clear that there was no other option. If they allowed this chaos to continue unchecked, the empire would collapse.

Fialova clenched her fists. "I'll secure the perimeter," she said, her voice firm once again. "I'll ensure that no one enters the palace without authorization. We cannot afford any distractions."

"I'll gather what troops I can," Esmeralda said, her posture regal but her eyes revealing the strain she was under. "We'll need all the strength we can muster."

Faeralys turned toward Argider, her expression torn. "And you? Where will you go?"

Argider's gaze shifted toward the palace's deepest halls. "I'll find the source of this disturbance. It's time I confronted the truth of what's happening here—and why I was chosen to be part of it."

The palace's heart was a maze of corridors, secret chambers, and hidden passages, all bathed in an eerie light that flickered unnaturally. The very walls seemed to pulse, as if breathing in time with the distortions outside. As Argider ventured deeper into the palace, the world around her warped further. Reality bent and twisted, as if the very air was charged with the power of the disturbance. In one room, the floor tilted upward like a hill, while in another, gravity itself reversed, sending her floating toward the ceiling. The sense of disorientation was overwhelming, but Argider pressed on, determined to find answers.

It wasn't long before she found herself standing before an ancient door, its surface etched with symbols that glowed faintly in the dim light. This door had been sealed for as long as she could remember, its purpose unknown, its origins a mystery. But the force behind the disturbances seemed to be coming from here, deep within the palace.

Argider hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of history press down on her. The door seemed to pulse with its own energy, as though it were alive, waiting for her. She placed her hand on the door's cool surface, and with a deep breath, she pushed.

The door groaned as it opened, revealing a vast chamber beyond—a place that felt older than the empire itself, a place untouched by time. In the center of the room stood a pedestal, and atop it, a dark crystal that seemed to hum with an otherworldly power.

As Argider stepped closer, the air thickened, the world around her distorting even more violently. The crystal shimmered, its surface shifting like liquid glass, and she felt a surge of energy that threatened to overwhelm her senses. She staggered back, but her instincts screamed at her to stay. This was the source of the disturbance. This was what had been unleashed upon the empire.

Before she could approach it further, the masked figure appeared before her once more, its presence so overwhelming that the room itself seemed to bend in submission.

"You should have stayed away," the figure said, its voice low and menacing. "This power was never meant to be touched. You were never meant to find it."

Argider's heart raced, her mind reeling from the figure's words. The source of all this chaos… it's connected to me. She took a step forward, her hand reaching for the crystal, her mind racing with the knowledge that touching it might very well end the empire—or save it.

"This ends now," Argider declared, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. She had no choice. Whatever the cost, she would stop this. For the empire, for herself, and for everything that had been torn apart.@@novelbin@@

But as her fingers brushed the surface of the crystal, a blinding light erupted, and the palace trembled with a force unlike anything it had ever known.

And in that moment, Argider knew the battle was far from over.