Like pitch black tendrils the dark frozen spires of the fortress pierced in utter silence through empty space. The Dark Citadel was a colossus, several millennia in the making and a testament to extreme carefulness.

Accumulated over thousands of years it held every tool and resource a heart or task would ask for. A shipyard to build up a fleet if one had the time. Storage that offered every material in abundance. Well — all but one.

Quadirymir knew better as to keep all his carefully collected stacks of izthra together in one place. Or even reveal how much he actually had. It was much safer like this and would avoid undesired betrayals on his own side. Chaos Wizards were a kleptocannibalistic pest like that, stealing and scavenging wherever they could get their hands on.

In between the vast summoning network the Dark Citadel provided, able to create every tool or material from the bare resources and elements stashed, was one piece of…
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