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THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 1 – 10
The Council of Smoke and Blood 2
Later that same night, he made his way through the woods, past shifting roots and cursed trails, until he arrived at the black gates of Surganah’s Domain—the dead forest where no bird dared sing.
He fell to one knee when the great beast emerged from the shadows.
“Treven,” Surganah purred, amused. “One of the flames… coming to me?”
“I bring a gift,” Treven said, eyes low. “A truth. The others… they’re planning to bind your power. Tonight. In the Hollow Temple. They mean to trap your spirit when next you use your pot.”
Surganah stepped closer, placing a clawed finger beneath Treven’s chin.
“Such loyalty,” he whispered. “But tell me—why?”
Treven trembled. “Because I know power. And I fear you more than I trust them.”
Surganah smiled.
“That,” he said, “is wise.”
But Surganah was never a beast who shared power. He only absorbed it.
Without hesitation, he vanished into smoke and appeared at the Hollow Temple before dawn.
The rebels never saw him coming.
Flame clashed with claw, shadow against shadow, earth splitting beneath blood. Elsenia screamed as her illusions shattered and she was ripped open.
Brack charged like a thunderstorm, but Surganah tore through him with his bare hands. Karo’s fire burned bright—too bright—and Surganah laughed as he devoured the flame with a spell older than time.
Varan was the last to fall.
“You fight for hope,” Surganah said, holding him by the throat. “But hope dies tonight.”
He crushed Varan’s neck with a squeeze.
Back in his lair, the supernatural pot boiled in ecstasy, feeding on the souls of the fallen.
Only Treven remained.
Surganah summoned him later that day.
“I should reward you,” he said, circling Treven. “You helped destroy my enemies. You offered me their secrets.”
“I did,” Treven said carefully.
“But,” Surganah continued, “if you can betray them… you will betray me.”
Treven froze.
“Wait—no—I came to—”
Surganah drove a claw into his chest, slowly, watching the life fade from his eyes. As Treven collapsed, bleeding on the stone floor, Surganah spoke a single word:
“Turncloak.”
He spit on the corpse and turned to the shadows.
“Let it be known,” he growled to the spirits, “that no traitor shall ever be trusted—even when they kneel. Loyalty is not fear. Loyalty is born in blood.”
He dipped his hands in Treven’s blood and smeared it across his supernatural pot. The surface bubbled violently, then stilled.
There were no more rebellions that week. No whispers. No courage.
Altvall Island remained silent.
And under that silence, The One grew stronger.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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