Skyrm's Arc

Chapter 1 of 1

Skyrm pressed her palm against the moss-covered stone and felt its ancient strength. She wanted to build something like this—a temple fortress where warriors would test themselves in sacred combat. The Whispering Glade held secrets in every root and shadow, and somewhere in these woods lay the perfect ground for her vision. She closed her eyes and saw it clearly: stone walls rising from the earth, training grounds echoing with the clash of weapons, mortals proving their worth through trial after trial. Her fingers traced the carvings in the old rock. This was just the beginning. She moved deeper into the glade until she found it—a clearing where lightning had struck years ago. The ground here hummed with raw energy. Skyrm knelt and dug her fingers into the soil. This spot would hold her Storm Bound Crucible, a towering structure that would crackle with the power of a thousand storms. Its metallic surface would shimmer and pulse with life. Warriors would enter through its gates to face their trials. First, she needed tools for training. Skyrm carved a totem from storm-touched wood, marking it with swirling patterns that caught the light. The Stormform Totem stood as tall as her waist. She tested it with a quick strike—it held firm. Warriors would practice against this, learning the movements they'd need to survive the trials inside her fortress. She pulled a flat stone from her pouch and etched a sigil into its surface. The Thundercall Sigil gleamed with intricate patterns that seemed to move in the fading light. When she placed it at the clearing's edge, thunder rumbled overhead. This mark would call challengers to her temple. They would see it and know that here, in the Whispering Glade, their strength would be tested and their devotion proven through combat.