The city hall rose at the center of the island like a wounded monument, its wide stone façade wrapped in heavy chains that disappeared into walls, windows, and streets beyond. Even from a distance, the pressure was palpable. Mana clung to the air in slow, restless currents, and beneath it all lay the unmistakable sense of something being forced to obey.

This was it.

According to Harper and Maria, everything converged here. The chained inhabitants. The control network spread across the island. And somewhere inside that massive structure, the Shard that fed the Second Pillar's influence.

"No one stronger than Ascendant is guarding it," Harper said quietly as they moved closer, eyes fixed on the building. "If there was, we would have known."

That alone should have made things simpler. With the people gathered here, breaking through force alone was possible. But Noel's gaze swept across the size of the place, the countless halls and branching corridors visible through shattered windows and open arches.

The problem was not strength.

It was scale.

"We don't know where the Shard is," Noel said, stopping just short of the entrance. "This place is too big to rush blindly."

He turned to the group, voice calm and measured. "Noir and I will search. I'll use 'Shadow Step' to move through the building and avoid direct clashes."

Noir's tail flicked once in agreement, her form already blending closer to his shadow.

"The rest of you hold the line," Noel continued. "Contain them. Slow them down. Do not seriously injure anyone if you can help it. The fewer wounds we leave behind, the less Charlotte will have to fix later."

Harper hesitated, then frowned slightly. "Charlotte…?"

"She can heal large groups," Noel replied simply.

Harper's eyes widened, understanding landing all at once. "You mean… the Saint. Charlotte."

Noel didn't correct him. He just nodded.

The city hall loomed closer now, chains creaking softly as if aware of their approach. Whatever waited inside was already stirring.

"We're close," Noel said. "From here on, we don't waste time."

The doors of the city hall gave way with a low groan, and the sight beyond them stole what little breath the group still had. The interior wasn't a hall so much as a living cage. Chains stretched in every direction, layered and interwoven, binding bodies to pillars, railings, balconies, even the floor itself. Hundreds upon hundreds of people stood or knelt in place, eyes dull, movements stiff and delayed, as if every thought had to pass through iron before reaching their limbs.

Humans formed the largest cluster, their clothing worn and torn. Elves stood among them, taller silhouettes bound just as tightly, ears lowered, expressions hollow. Dwarves were chained closer to the ground, muscles tensed beneath compact frames, teeth clenched in silent resistance. And scattered among them were other races native to the Northern Islands, all reduced to the same state. Different faces. Same chains. Same loss of will.

There was no time to stop.

The moment the group stepped inside, the chains reacted. Metal scraped stone. Bodies shifted in unison, drawn by commands that weren't their own.

"Now," Noel said quietly.

Selene moved first. "Gravitational Hold."

The air thickened in sudden pockets, entire clusters of chained people forced down as gravity pressed them to their knees without breaking bone or breath. Elena followed immediately, her mana spreading low and wide. "Snare Bloom." Vines burst from cracks in the floor, coiling around ankles and legs, holding bodies in place with careful restraint rather than crushing force.

Harper slammed his staff down, earth answering him in controlled waves. Stone rose into broad, curved shells, partitioning the hall, isolating sections of the crowd and shielding civilians from stray impacts. Elyra and the others flowed between those zones, reinforcing barriers, redirecting movement, turning chaos into something barely manageable.

And through it all, Noel vanished.

"Shadow Step."

He slipped between overlapping silhouettes, appearing beneath staircases, behind pillars, within the thin strips of darkness cast by chained bodies themselves. Every reappearance lasted only a heartbeat before he was gone again, weaving through the mass without touching anyone, without striking back. A chain lashed out toward him, and he was already elsewhere, shadow folding and unfolding like a held breath finally released.

Noir moved with him, silent and unseen, her presence a constant at his side as they pushed deeper into the building. The noise rose behind them—metal, shouts, spells held just short of harm—but Noel didn't look back.

Time was narrowing.

Somewhere ahead, buried within offices and sealed rooms, the Shard waited.

The shadows carried Noel and Noir past the last corridor and into a place that felt wrong the moment they crossed the threshold.

The office was spacious, elevated above the rest of the building, its tall windows overlooking the chained city below. Papers lay scattered across an ornate desk, shelves lined with ledgers and seals that spoke of governance and order—things that had long since rotted here. Chains pierced the walls like veins, converging toward a single point at the center of the room.

The Shard floated there.

Suspended just above the floor, bound in a web of thick, pulsating chains, it radiated dense mana that pressed against Noel's senses like a held breath. This one was intact. Complete. Its energy was steady, constant, feeding outward through the chains that spread across the entire island.

And it wasn't alone.

Something moved between Noel and the Shard.

The guardian stepped forward, its form tall and warped, forged from layered metal and dark flesh that didn't quite belong together. Unlike the others, there were no chains digging into its body. No signs of restraint. Its presence was heavy, anchored, as if the room itself bent slightly around it.

This one wasn't a hostage.

It was a warden.

Outside the office, the noise of battle echoed through stone and iron—spells colliding, chains straining, voices shouting in controlled urgency. Noel could feel it even without looking. The others were holding, but not forever.

He exhaled slowly.

This was the core. The heart of it.

Noel wrapped his fingers around Revenant Fang, the familiar weight grounding him as shadows tightened at his feet. Beside him, Noir slipped fully into his shadow, her presence coiling, ready to strike the instant he moved.

Here, there was no need to hold back.

Noel took a step forward, eyes locked on the guardian.

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