⚔️ **CHAPTER 76 — The Council's Storm**
The ruins lay in tense silence. Scorched earth, broken beams, and twisted stone marked the last encounter, but Kael knew the Council had adapted. Mist swirled thicker, hiding threats in every shadow, while distant rumbles hinted at something unnatural—Lysera's elemental storm gathering above the jagged hills.
Kael staggered forward, muscles screaming, chest tight from exhaustion. Hunger gnawed deep, but Centering kept him upright. Iron Mind filtered the incoming chaos: multiple angles, psychic pressure, elemental hazards, and collapsing terrain. Survival was no longer enough.
Caelin's sword burned with controlled flames. "They've learned," he said, voice low. "We can't just survive—we have to dictate the battlefield."
Mireya's shield gleamed faintly in the dim mist. "Then we control space, hold paths, and force their errors. Every step must count."
Tomas vanished into the shadows, already moving to flank.
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From the cliffs above, **Lysera's storm struck**. Lightning lashed through mist, wind tore across the ruins, and jagged arcs ignited fallen timber. Tavric hurled massive boulders, Rhayel struck from unpredictable angles, Soryn assaulted their minds with psychic pushes, and Varynn melted into shadows, striking unseen.
Kael pivoted, dodging a lightning strike, stepping through the rhythm of the storm. Centering kept his balance; Iron Mind filtered the psychic assault, highlighting real threats while discarding noise.
Caelin swung his flaming sword in wide arcs, creating walls of fire that blocked Tavric's logs and diverted lightning's path. The heat forced Rhayel and Varynn to adjust their positions, giving Kael and the others openings.
Mireya pressed forward, shielding Kael from a falling boulder while shoving Tavric off balance. Tomas struck Soryn's focus points repeatedly, making the psychic attack falter.
Every motion was precise. Every breath, every dodge, every strike a calculation of survival—and control.
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The Council's attacks intensified. Lysera's storm grew fiercer, Tavric's logs crashed faster, Rhayel's blades moved like wind, Varynn struck from shadows that seemed alive, and Soryn pressed on mental fronts simultaneously.
Kael stumbled on uneven ground, nearly struck by lightning, but a wall of fire from Caelin blocked the strike. Iron Mind filtered the incoming psychic pressure, Centering threaded his body upright, and he pivoted to shove Rhayel into Mireya's path.
The companions moved as one:
* **Caelin** reshaped the battlefield with fire, forcing enemies into predictable zones.
* **Mireya** controlled the edges, blocking ambushes, deflecting deadly terrain.
* **Tomas** struck from shadows, disrupting psychic assaults, creating openings.
* **Kael** threaded balance and clarity through chaos, dodging, redirecting, surviving, and exploiting weaknesses.
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Hours passed. Exhaustion tore through their limbs, hunger gnawed, and pain screamed in every muscle. Yet for every strike the Council landed, the group countered with clever, coordinated action.
Kael realized something vital: the Council's power was immense—but **their strength relied on fear and overconfidence**. By threading balance, filtering chaos, and using companion skills strategically, they **turned pressure into advantage**.
Finally, Lysera's storm dispersed, Tavric and Rhayel retreated into shadows, Varynn vanished silently, and Soryn pulled back, frustrated.
Kael sank to one knee, muscles trembling. "We… survived. Again. But… barely."
Caelin lowered his flaming sword, exhaustion evident. "They adapt, but so do we. Fire isn't just destruction—it's control. Timing, placement, strategy. That's how we survived."
Mireya exhaled, leaning on her shield. "Together. That's how we survive. Together, no matter the storm."
Tomas wiped sweat from his brow. "Cleverness, teamwork… and persistence. That's all we need. That's all we have."
Kael's gaze swept over the ruins. The Council would return—**stronger, smarter, deadlier**. But for the first time, he felt **less like a survivor and more like a strategist**, shaping chaos instead of being crushed by it.
And in the distance, lightning still flickered across jagged cliffs, reminding them that the next crucible was coming—and that the storm would only grow darker.
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