Anubis, deeply moved by the scenes unfolding in the mirror, turned to Aravan, a mix of sorrow and curiosity in his voice.
"What happened to your world?" he asked, his heart heavy with the weight of the past.
Aravan, his eyes reflecting the pain of memories long buried, responded in a somber tone.
"Jehovah came, bringing with him the Angelic... and your father,
together with the warriors of the Hellenic, Huaxia, Yamato, Asgardian and Vedic Kingdoms."
As Aravan spoke these words, the history that Anubis had known seemed to unravel,
revealing a tapestry of events far more complex and heartrending than he had ever imagined.
The mirror, responsive to their conversation, began to display more images.
It showed the initial encounters between the beings of light and the night creatures.
Contrary to what Anubis had always believed, these meetings
were not marked by conflict but by a budding friendship.
The scenes depicted a time of peaceful coexistence, with the light and the night creatures sharing knowledge, culture, and even celebrations under the eternal moonlight.
Anubis watched, captivated by this revelation. The history he had been taught was a stark contrast to the truth now being revealed.
The harmony and mutual respect evident in these interactions painted a very different picture of the past, one that hinted at a tragic turn of events yet to be revealed.
The night creatures welcomed the light in embrace.
"Then came the fateful day, marking the onset of our darkest era," Aravan recounted,
his voice tinged with sorrow.
"A war erupted, now remembered as War of the Ancients, but in those times,
we knew it as the Celestial Betrayal."
"The light, which had been our ally and friend for millennia, turned against us.
The trust we had built over thousands of years was shattered in an instant."
As Aravan spoke these words, the weight of history and tragedy filled the air,
a reminder of the fragile nature of peace and alliances.
As Aravan's words echoed through the chamber, the Mirror of Truth responded,
its surface rippling before settling into a new, harrowing vision.
“The upper part of The UnderVerse was our capital where Valoria now stands.”
Anubis watched, horror-struck, as the mirror displayed the catastrophic events of the Celestial Betrayal.
The serene nightscapes of the night creatures' world were suddenly engulfed in chaos.
Their cities engulfed by massive eruptions of destructive magic burst forth,
reminiscent of volcanic explosions in their intensity and devastation.
These cataclysmic blasts tore through the elegant, moonlit cities, reducing grand structures to rubble.
The night was illuminated not by the gentle glow of the moon, but by the fierce, unforgiving light of destruction.
In the midst of this apocalyptic scene, legions of angels descended from the skies.
Their once benevolent forms were now angelic agents of destruction, clad in radiant armor that glinted menacingly in the explosive light.
Their faces, once symbols of hope and alliance, were now set in expressions of ruthless determination.
The night creatures, caught utterly off guard by the betrayal,
were shown scrambling amidst the ruins of their once-great civilization.
The contrast was stark and tragic - beings of peace and harmony overrun by a sudden and brutal onslaught.
The mirror did not shy away from depicting the merciless slaughter,
as night creatures fell one after another, their cries of shock and despair echoing through the scenes.
The air in the chamber grew heavy with the tension and horror of these revelations.
Anubis could feel the anguish emanating from Aravan beside him. This was more than a historical account; it was a visual testimony to the loss of an entire world, a civilization annihilated in an act of unfathomable betrayal.
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