<h4>Chapter 667: Securing the Great Wall</h4>


    <strong><i>[Third Person].</i></strong>


    The following day, the pce of Stormveil weed its special guests.


    Five Fae arrived without noise, without spectacle, yet their presence alone shifted the air within the pce grounds.


    The guards remainedposed, but even they could feel it—something ancient, something refined.


    Draven was there to personally receive them. At his side stood Meredith and her grandmother.


    There were no grand promations, only a measured wee as Draven acknowledged them with quiet respect and ushered them inside.


    A modest banquet had been arranged. Nothingvish, but sufficient to honour their arrival.


    They sat together, the atmosphere calm yet purposeful. Conversation flowed in a restrained manner—measured exchanges between Draven and the Fae, with Meredith present, asionally speaking, while her grandmother remained the steady bridge between both sides.


    There was no distrust, but there was awareness.


    This was not a simple alliance.


    After some time, Draven rose. "That will be all for tonight," he said. Then, his gaze shifted briefly to Meredith’s grandmother.


    "Grandmother, I will leave the rest to you."


    She inclined her head slightly. Understanding passed without words.


    Draven turned to Meredith, his hand naturally finding hers. "Come."


    She rose to her feet, and together they left the hall, allowing the Fae to remain behind with her grandmother.


    There were matters to discuss, details to settle. And they did not require an audience.


    —


    Back in their chambers, the atmosphere shifted immediately. The tension of diplomacy faded, reced by something softer.


    Meredith let out a quiet breath as she moved further into the room. "I can’t wait for Stormveil to bepletely safe again," she said.


    There was hope in her voice.


    Draven watched her for a moment before walking over. Then, without a word, his hands came to her shoulders and began to massage them gently.


    "You won’t have to wait long," he said. "In some hours... it will be done."


    Meredith smiled faintly, leaning slightly into his touch. Everything was moving smoothly.


    ***


    By the afternoon of the next day, preparations had beenpleted.


    Draven, Meredith, her grandmother, and the five Fae departed the pce under royal escort, heading east toward the Great Wall.


    The journey was steady and uninterrupted. By the time they arrived, the sun had begun its descent, casting long shadows across the towering structure that stood as Stormveil’s greatest defense.


    The Great Wall stretched endlessly, silent and imposing.


    The group came to a stop. Draven stepped forward slightly, his gaze sweeping across the structure.


    "This is it."


    No one spoke immediately. But a few momentster, Meredith’s grandmother moved, and the five Fae followed.


    They spread out along a section of the wall, positioning themselves with quiet precision. There was no hesitation in their movements, no need for instruction spoken aloud. They knew what to do.


    One by one, faint glows began to appear—symbols, runes. They formed in the air first—delicate patterns of light that shimmered with quiet power before gradually embedding themselves into the stone wall.


    The air deepened. Each rune carried weight, ancient and deliberate, sinking into the structure as though bing part of it.


    Meredith watched, her attention fixed on the process. The wall itself appeared to react. A faint, barely audible hum pulsed through the stone as the runes expanded, linking and intertwining into a seamless pattern.


    Her grandmother stood at the centre. Her presence anchored the others. Her hands moved slowly, guiding the formation, her connection to the runes deeper than the rest.


    The five Fae worked in harmony with her, their power flowing together without conflict.


    Time passed. The light of evening dimmed, and the glow of the runes grew stronger until finally, it settled. Thest symbol sank into the wall, and the hum faded.


    What remained was not visible at a nce. But it was there, bound, sealed.


    The Great Wall of Stormveil has been secured.


    ---


    The next morning, under the quiet guidance of Meredith’s grandmother, preparations were made for the Fae to depart quietly.


    At the pce gates, the five Fae stood ready, their presence asposed as it had been upon arrival. Jeffery led the same twenty royal guards once more, their formation tight, their purpose clear.


    Draven stood before them, his expression steady. "You have done Stormveil a great service," he said. There was no borate gratitude. Just an acknowledgement.


    The Fae inclined their heads slightly, epting it without words. Then, without further dy, they departed.


    The gates closed behind them, and their presence gradually faded into the distance as Jeffery and the guards escorted them safely away.


    Only when they were far beyond the pce grounds did Draven turn back.


    Not long after, the Grand Hall was filled once again.


    The council of elders, Royal Alphas, and high-ranking officials stood assembled, their expressions expectant.


    Draven rose and announced, "The Great Wall has been secured."


    The words struck the hall like a wave. For a moment, there was silence, then relief, and then excitement.


    "It is done?" one of the elders asked, unable to hide the lift in his voice.


    Draven nodded. "You may go and see for yourselves."


    Murmurs spread quickly, no longer restrained, as the weight of the news settled fully.


    Another Alpha stepped forward. "Your Majesty... should we not extend our gratitude to the Fae?"


    Draven’s expression remained unchanged. "There is no need." His tone was calm, but final.


    The Alpha paused, then bowed. "As you say, Your Majesty."


    The hall gradually steadied again. Draven allowed the moment to settle before speaking once more.


    "This assembly is concluded."


    There was only satisfaction and joy from everyone.


    They bowed, their voices carrying gratitude and relief as they began to disperse, each one eager to witness the strengthened Wall for themselves.


    ***


    Two dayster, the news was no longer confined within the pce.


    It was announced to the people that the Great Wall of Stormveil had been secured and that no enemy would breach it again.


    The message spread through the city like wildfire, reaching every corner, every street, every home. And the reaction was immediate.


    There was joy, relief and celebration.


    The people filled the streets, their voices rising in praise and excitement. For the first time in a long while, the secret fear that had lingered beneath the surface was gone.


    Stormveil stood strong and untouchable. And throughout the day, the kingdom rejoiced.