After that final wall of doubt broke, the atmosphere of the chamber changed completely. What had begun as suspicion and guarded distance turned into formal acceptance.

The Dragonborn were no longer standing as questioned outsiders before the gathering. They were invited into the circle itself.

Servants waiting beyond the chamber doors were dismissed before they could witness more than necessary, and additional chairs were brought to the great round table.

The five Archmages shifted their places to make room without complaint. Soon, Erend, Eccar, Aesa, and Sylven took their seats among the highest Magical authorities of the world.

Velrion looked around the circular chamber in quiet observation. The other Archmages had regained their composure, yet traces of awe still lingered behind their controlled expressions.

Their eyes occasionally drifted toward the four Dragonborn as if confirming they were still truly there. Even men and women who had spent lifetimes mastering reason struggled to fully accept the reality before them.

Another pattern soon emerged.

Selena and Lisara found their gazes drawn more than once toward Aesa. Even as women of immense status and discipline, neither could deny the presence she carried.

Her white hair framed features touched by unnatural elegance, while her cold eyes seemed to look upon everything from a height beyond ordinary judgment. She sat with arms crossed, perfectly still, and that distance only deepened the allure around her.

The male Archmages were no different.

Kelor glanced once before forcing himself forward again. Morvain looked with sharper restraint. Even Velrion noticed it and nearly smirked again.

These were people who had long set aside distractions of desire in pursuit of knowledge, rank, and mastery. Yet now before them sat a being who represented both the highest mystery they wished to understand and a beauty impossible to ignore.

Whether Aesa noticed or simply did not care remained unclear. She continued staring at the carved surface of the table with indifferent calm.

Erend began before the silence could stretch too long.

"We do not have much time," he said evenly. "So I will explain everything directly."

The chamber focused at once.

He laid out their purpose in full. The Sky Anchor had to be rewritten at its very structure. Its current design left it vulnerable as a tool for the malevolent cosmic being that created it. If they altered the framework deeply enough, it could no longer be reclaimed or weaponized against the world.

To do that, he needed the help of those who understood the Sky Anchor best and those who had studied the Magic structure of this realm for generations.

When he finished, the five Archmages exchanged difficult looks.

No one answered immediately.

At last, Morvain spoke in his cold measured tone.

"It will not be easy," he said. "You ask us to attempt something never done in recorded history. To rewrite the foundation of the Sky Anchor means stepping into consequences no one can predict."

The others slowly nodded. They all agreed with him.

The chamber did not settle after Morvain spoke. Instead, his warning opened the flood of concerns that had been building behind every composed face.

Kelor leaned forward, his broad hands pressing against the table.

"He is right," Kelor said bluntly. "We are not speaking about repairing a tower or reinforcing a barrier. This is the Sky Anchor. If we disturb its foundation and fail, the entire world may lose access to Magic overnight."

Lisara tapped one finger lightly against the carved stone.

"That is right. And if power routes collapse unevenly," she added, "cultivation lines may rupture. Regions could descend into chaos before we understand what happened."

Selena spoke next, her voice calm but tense.

"The healing networks tied to the Anchor sustain more than battle and study. They sustain crops, medicine, protective wards, and the lives of ordinary people. Any imbalance would be catastrophic."

Morvain narrowed his eyes and said, "We would be placing our hands inside the heart of the world itself."

Silence followed for a few seconds before Lisara straightened.

"But... what choice do we have?" she asked, looking around the table. "If the threat they described is real, then doing nothing only delays disaster and makes it bigger."

Selena slowly nodded.

"I agree. Refusing to act as fast as we can does not preserve our safety. It only preserves uncertainty."

She then looked toward Erend.

"But we also cannot guarantee that rewriting the Sky Anchor would not create another disaster of our own making."

Kelor exhaled through his nose. He said, "So either we risk destruction by an enemy... or risk destruction by ourselves."

No one liked how true that sounded.

Throughout the exchange, Velrion remained silent. He folded his hands and watched each reaction carefully.

He had already argued these same fears in his own mind the night before. For now, he chose to observe how the others measured danger when no answer came easily.

Then another voice entered the chamber.

"I am almost certain rewriting it would not cause destruction," Sylven said calmly, "if it is done carefully."

Every Archmage turned toward him at once.

He still appeared as a boy no older than fourteen, seated with quiet posture and youthful features untouched by age. Yet when he spoke, the room felt the weight behind his words. It was not force. It was wisdom carried so naturally that no one could mistake it.

Sylven continued without hurry.

"I have lived in this world for a long time. I have observed its lands, its flows of Magic, and the behavior of the Sky Anchor through many eras. I understand this realm more than you assume."

His green eyes moved across the table.

"I will help guide the process."

The effect was immediate.

Tension loosened across the faces of the five Archmages. They still did not fully understand what a Dragonborn truly was or how deep such power reached, but none of them believed it was something simple or shallow.

If Sylven was willing to stand with them, then the impossible no longer seemed quite as impossible.

"Then, maybe we can start the initial process," Velrion said.

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