The Voidspawn behemoth towered over Valoria's capital, its massive claws raking the city walls. Elian Valorian stood firm, Aetherforged Blade blazing, as Liora's spellweavers began the ritual to seal the rift with the Mythic Aetherial Core. The Rare Aether Ward flickered, barely holding. Soldiers, orcs, and dwarves fought desperately, the dragon's flames scorching the swarm.
In the war tent, Lady Varna knelt, bound, the Rare Truth Amulet forcing her confession. "Ravencrest promised me a duchy," she stammered. "He's rallying nobles against you!"
Elian's eyes blazed. "You've endangered Valoria." He summoned the Faith System. [Current Belief Points (BP): 500]
The battle's stakes boosted faith. [BP increased to 2,000 due to rising morale.]
"Show me options for 2,000 BP," he thought.
[Gold: 200,000 gold coins] [Aether Crystals: 200 crystals] [Rare Truth Amulet: 1,500 BP]
"Convert 1,500 BP to Rare Truth Amulet," Elian decided. A new amulet materialized, its glow stronger. Veyra, guarding Varna, raised an eyebrow. "More vault treasures, sire?"
"Ancient relics," Elian said, replacing the old amulet. Varna revealed more: Ravencrest planned a coup during the rift crisis, backed by Ironhold gold.
Elian ordered Varna imprisoned and rallied his council. "We root out traitors and hold the rift." But Korran's voice was sharp. "Sire, these relics—how do you find them so conveniently?" Suspicion hung heavy.
Ignoring the jab, Elian led a charge against the behemoth. His Aether Slash struck its hide, while Krag's orcs and Gromm's dwarves attacked its legs. Liora's ritual gained strength, the Core pulsing. The rift began to shrink, but the behemoth roared, smashing the ward.
As the barrier collapsed, Krag approached, tusks bared. "Your mines, king. Our deal was for a fifth—now we want a third for this blood."
Elian's heart sank. The alliance was fracturing, and the behemoth still raged.