The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 667: Securing the Great Wall

On the following day, Stormveil's palace received its distinguished visitors.

The five Fae entered silently, without any fanfare, but their mere arrival transformed the atmosphere across the palace grounds.

Guards stayed calm, yet they sensed it too—an ancient essence, something elegant.

Draven personally greeted them. Meredith and her grandmother stood beside him.

No lavish announcements occurred; instead, Draven offered a respectful welcome and guided them indoors with composure.

A simple feast was prepared. Not extravagant, yet fitting to mark their coming.

They gathered at the table, the mood serene but intent. Talks proceeded cautiously—careful words between Draven and the Fae, Meredith joining in now and then, her grandmother serving as the firm link between the groups.

Distrust was absent, but caution lingered.

This alliance ran deeper than the surface.

After a while, Draven stood up. “That will be all for tonight,” he declared. His eyes then flicked toward Meredith’s grandmother briefly.

“Grandmother, I will leave the rest to you.”

She nodded faintly. Silent understanding flowed between them.

Draven faced Meredith, his hand instinctively taking hers. “Come.”

She stood, and they exited the hall together, leaving the Fae with her grandmother.

Certain issues needed addressing, specifics to resolve. And no onlookers were wanted.

—

Within their private quarters, the mood changed at once. Diplomatic strain dissolved, giving way to warmth.

Meredith exhaled softly while stepping deeper into the chamber. “I can’t wait for Stormveil to be completely safe again,” she murmured.

Hope colored her tone.

Draven observed her briefly before approaching. Wordlessly, his hands settled on her shoulders, kneading them tenderly.

“You won’t have to wait long,” he assured her. “In some hours... it will be done.”

Meredith offered a soft smile, easing back into his touch. Things progressed flawlessly.

***

Come afternoon the next day, all arrangements stood ready.

Draven, Meredith, her grandmother, and the five Fae left the palace with a royal guard escort, traveling eastward to the Great Wall.

The trip proceeded smoothly without hitches. Upon reaching it, the sun dipped low, stretching shadows over the massive barrier that formed Stormveil’s strongest shield.

Silent and formidable, the Great Wall extended boundlessly.

The party halted. Draven advanced a step, eyes scanning the edifice.

“This is it.”

Silence held for a beat. Soon, Meredith’s grandmother advanced, the five Fae trailing her.

They positioned along a wall segment with silent accuracy. No doubts marred their actions, no orders rang out—they simply knew their roles.

Faint lights emerged one after another—symbols, runes. They materialized in the air initially—intricate light weaves pulsing with subtle might before merging into the stone.

The atmosphere thickened. Every rune bore heavy antiquity, purposefully fusing into the wall as if born from it.

Meredith observed intently, eyes locked on the ritual. The wall responded subtly. A low hum vibrated through the rock as runes spread, connecting into a flawless weave.

Her grandmother held the core position. She steadied the group. Her hands gestured deliberately, directing the pattern, her bond to the runes profoundest.

The five Fae synced perfectly with her, their energies merging seamlessly.

Moments slipped by. Twilight deepened, rune brilliance intensified until it stabilized. The final mark embedded, the hum ceased.

Invisibility cloaked the result at first sight. Yet it endured, locked and fortified.

The Great Wall of Stormveil stood secured.

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The morning after, Meredith’s grandmother oversaw the Fae’s discreet exit preparations.

At the palace entrance, the five Fae waited poised, as unflappable as on arrival. Jeffery commanded the same twenty royal guards, ranks compact, mission evident.

Draven faced them squarely, demeanor firm. “You have done Stormveil a great service,” he stated. Simple recognition, no excess thanks.

The Fae dipped their heads modestly, accepting silently. Without pause, they set off.

Gates shut after them, their figures receding as Jeffery and guards ensured safe passage.

Draven returned inside only after they vanished from sight.

Soon, the Grand Hall brimmed anew.

Elders, Royal Alphas, and top officials gathered, faces hopeful.

Draven stood and proclaimed, “The Great Wall has been secured.”

His declaration rippled through the room. Silence gripped briefly, then relief surged, followed by elation.

“It is done?” an elder queried, voice rising with undisguised thrill.

Draven affirmed with a nod. “You may go and see for yourselves.”

Whispers erupted freely now, the revelation sinking in fully.

Another Alpha advanced. “Your Majesty... should we not extend our gratitude to the Fae?”

Draven’s face stayed neutral. “There is no need.” Calm, yet absolute.

The Alpha hesitated, then inclined. “As you say, Your Majesty.”

The chamber quieted steadily. Draven let calm return before adding,

“This assembly is concluded.”

Satisfaction and delight filled all.

They bowed, murmurs of thanks and ease rising as they scattered, keen to behold the fortified Wall.

***

Two days on, word escaped the palace bounds.

Proclamation reached the populace: Stormveil’s Great Wall was secured, impervious to foes henceforth.

The tidings blazed citywide, touching every alley, every dwelling. Response ignited instantly.

Joy, relief, festivities erupted.

Streets overflowed with cheering throngs, praises echoing. At last, the hidden dread lifted clean away.

Stormveil rose invincible. The realm celebrated through the day.