Chapter 107 Always from ash
They all stepped further into the manor's dimly lit chambers, the room shivered with unspoken plans.
Viscount Kael Draylen led Aric down the narrow corridor, their footsteps muffled by the crumbling stone beneath them.
Aric's sharp eyes flicked over the makeshift base the Covenant had built within the fallen manor, noting the shadows that seemed to cling to every corner.
Flickers of candlelight illuminated faces buried in scrolls, maps, and cryptic letters. This was no grand palace of power—it was something much more dangerous.
Kael glanced back at him, his voice low and deliberate, the tone of a man who had learned long ago not to trust easily.
"It's time you understand what the Covenant's been preparing. We've been patient, watching the others fight amongst themselves, while we've been working in silence."
Aric folded his arms, giving a curt nod. Your next journey awaits at empire
"Let's hear it."
Eliron, always quick with a word, leaned back, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"You're playing in a den of vipers, Your Highness. If you're going to win the race for the throne, you'll need more than just strength. You'll need to turn the snakes against each other."
Aric raised an eyebrow, motioning for him to continue.
Eliron's voice became more serious. "The Iron Circle, Silver Dawn, and the others—they all rely on the Imperial Court's power. But the court's nothing but a rotting corpse propped up by bloated egos. We've been... encouraging a little infighting. Whispers here, a scandal there. Soon enough, they'll tear themselves apart."
Aric's lips twitched into a thin smile. He liked the sound of that—but he needed something more in line with his immediate plans.
"And the Church?"
Lady Syenna, silent until now, adjusted her cloak and leaned forward.
"The Church of the Holy Flame is a hollow shell of what it once was. They preach purity, but they've long since sold their souls for coin. We've been gathering evidence—letters, ledgers, secret bribes. When the time is right, we expose their hypocrisy. The people will lose faith in them. And when that happens, we will have the power to reshape it as we see fit."
Her voice, always calm, had a cool edge that sent a ripple of approval through Aric. Syenna's house might be known for their healing and potions, but there was venom in her words.
Aric looked between them, his mind already calculating the possibilities.
"You want to dismantle the empire's foundation piece by piece. But where does that leave me? Taking the throne from a broken court is one thing. Holding onto it is another."
Kael stepped closer, his shadow cast long in the flickering light.
"That's where our true strength comes in. This isn't just about tearing down. We rebuild with loyalty, with those who are truly deserving of power. Merit, not birthright. You'll have the full backing of the Ashen Covenant. Houses like Vallis and Sylmaris—they are small, but loyal. We elevate those who prove their worth. By the time you sit on that throne, the old guard will be gone, replaced by those who owe everything to you."
Aric narrowed his gaze, the weight of their words settling over him.
"And what of the larger houses? My brothers have more than just ambition—they have armies."
Kael's expression hardened. "For now. But that's what we've been preparing for. We've been undermining their alliances, planting seeds of doubt in their ranks. Their power isn't as absolute as it seems. And once the court collapses, their resources will dry up."
Eliron smirked, tapping his fingers on the table.
"Besides, it's not like you'll be sitting around waiting for that to happen. You'll make your own moves, play your own cards. The Ashen Covenant is just here to make sure your enemies are too busy cutting each other's throats to stop you."
Aric let the silence hang between them for a moment, studying their faces. There was a certain gleam in Kael's eyes, a determination hardened by years of betrayal and bitterness. These people weren't idealists—they were pragmatists, survivors. And that was exactly what he needed.
"You've thought this through," Aric said quietly, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. "But this isn't just about tearing down a few corrupt nobles. I want the whole damn empire restructured. The church, the court, the nobility—I want it all rebuilt in my image."
Kael's grin was sharp, almost predatory. "That's exactly what we're offering."
Syenna nodded. "And it begins with taking down the Church. Once their influence is gone, you can reshape the faith. Create something new, something loyal to you. The people will need a beacon after the old one is gone."
Aric's eyes flickered with thought. He imagined it—a new empire, forged in fire, with him at the center of it all. But first, they would need to burn away the old.
"And what of your... symbols?" Aric asked, his voice quiet but steady. "Your ideology."
Kael glanced at the others before answering, his voice low. "The Ashen Covenant isn't just a name. We believe that for something new to rise, something old must be burned to the ground. Like the phoenix from the ashes. We've chosen you, Aric, because you're the spark. You're what's going to ignite the fire that purifies this empire."
Aric didn't respond right away. Instead, he looked around the room—the faces of his loyal conspirators, the weight of their ambitions pressing in on him. He could feel the power building beneath the surface.
"And if I fail?" Aric asked, testing their resolve.
Kael's smile didn't falter.
"Then we all fall. But I don't think you will. We've been waiting too long for this moment. You won't fall, because we won't let you."
The room fell into a heavy silence, their shared purpose binding them tighter than any oath.
Aric straightened, the flicker of something dangerous lighting up his eyes. "Then we burn it all. But on my terms. Slowly, carefully. We make sure nothing rises from the ashes unless it answers to me."
Kael's nod was subtle but filled with understanding. "Agreed."
"So we start by destroying the church?" Syenna asked.
"No, we start by finding it"
Aric's eyes narrowed with a plan.