The minute ended.
Tonight, he would break it.
He stood, alone in the dark, and waited for them to come. He had no magic left. No name. No city. But as the first armored golems clanked down the flooded stairs, their eye-gems blazing, Kaelen smiled.
He tied the third knot.
The wave reversed. The screams faded. The lanterns reignited, though their glow was paler now, as if tired. Above, the Luminari would be scrambling, blaming a "transient aetheric anomaly." They would hunt for a saboteur. They would find no one. Kaelen had un-named himself.