In the majestic Grand Temple of the Twin Phoenixes, mere hours before the epic conclusion of the duel between Diablo Erem and Antares, an enigmatic figure stands masterfully on the throne of the Supreme High Priest, his face shrouded in the shadow of uncertainty.
"He, too, approaches the dance of death. Many pawns have already fallen, fate tightens its grip, and now only..."
Footsteps echo in the air, a tension-filled atmosphere transforms the calm semi-darkness. The flames of the torches dance in the liturgical hall, revealing a mysterious entrance.
"So this is your dark plan!"
"Curious, I thought you were already in the afterlife."
"Dead, me? You don't know me well enough, my brother!"
"Do not twist fate with your games!"
"I am the rightful Supreme, not you! Vacate that throne!"
"You are mistaken, little brother. My election precedes yours, even though they chose you over me!"
"Your heart is a well of wickedness, how can you sit there undisturbed?"
"You are mistaken, little brother. You know nothing of me!"
Suddenly, the curtains that obscured the room are drawn back, it's still daylight outside, and the person seated on the throne is now clearly visible. Raven-black hair, blue pupils, his body wrapped in a black cloak, a hood gathering his long hair, neither beard nor goatee, the face is of a man in his thirties, but what is immediately striking is the symbol on the large medallion hanging from his neck. The symbol of an emperor whose traces have been lost for many millennia across all universes.
"I see you never change, Chronos, although we are brothers, since childhood I have never been able to understand what goes through your head."
"Don't preach to me, little brother, or do you want to be called by name? Alastor Benisacro NoGheminis."
The tension skyrockets, moments preceding what will be known as the incident of the Grand Temple. The two brothers face each other, but although they were equal in everything, Chronos prevails by a fraction of a second, imprisoning Alastor in a coffin of ice.
Chronos utters a phrase: "Cold frost of the cosmic void, Universal Congelation."
"Forgive me, little brother, I cannot allow you to intervene, Antares must fulfill his destiny! Perhaps then the real enemy will make a misstep and thus WE all will have our revenge!"
Meanwhile, on an unknown planet of the thirteenth universe, in an abandoned castle, a figure observes the duel in the deafening silence of a world now dead.
"Even Diablo Erem has disappointed me. Well, it seems I must get my hands dirty."
As the cold embrace of the ice tightens around Alastor, Chronos unleashes a cry of pain, echoing in the wide hall of the Grand Temple.
"See, little brother? Fate is unstoppable, like the frost that imprisons you."
The flames of the torches dance with increasing intensity, reflecting the fury inflaming the gazes of the two brothers. From the throne, Chronos looks at Alastor with compassion.
"My heart is an enigma to you, little brother. Wickedness is but a reflection of your ignorance."
But just when it seems that Alastor's fate is to be sealed, a thick black fog materializes in the hall, enveloping everything. A sinister whisper accompanies the appearance of a mysterious being.
"There are those who do not accept the fate written by the Gods."
The curtains flutter as if moved by an invisible force, revealing a fleeting shadow that steps forward, breaking Chronos's spell.
"Who dares to interfere? Who hides in the shadow?" asks Chronos, his voice now as sharp as the blade of a sword.
The shadow materialized into a majestic figure, draped in a black cloak similar to Alastor's, but with an even darker and more imposing presence.
"I am Nihlathar, the Wanderer of Twilight. And I will not tolerate gods manipulating fate at their whim."
The tension in the air became palpable as Nihlathar and Chronos faced each other with looks filled with ancient grudges.
"Interesting... the wickedness of fate is only a matter of perspective, Nihlathar, and among us two, the wicked one is not me!" retorted Chronos, ready to launch his next attack.
Meanwhile, on that forgotten planet of the thirteenth universe, the mysterious figure in the abandoned castle revealed itself: an ancient being, with eyes glowing with dark fire.
"Even the games of the gods do not escape my gaze," it whispered, as its hands wrapped around an ancient sword adorned with mysterious runes that glowed with an ancient light.
In the abandoned realm of the thirteenth universe, the enigmatic figure in the castle revealed its true nature: an ancient being, with eyes emitting a dark fire, like distant stars in the vast universe. Its presence was like a shadow, a call from the depths of eternity. In that moment of apparent calm, the fate of three worlds intertwined in an intricate web, like invisible threads woven by the very gods who governed them. The metallic sound of clashing swords in the Great Temple of the Twin Phoenixes echoed through the fabric of existence, announcing the beginning of an epic battle.
Nihlathar, Chronos, and Alastor were the protagonists of this dramatic cosmic dance, each bearing a complex and unique destiny. As their swords clashed, sparks of divine power illuminated the liturgical hall, creating a spectacle of lights and shadows dancing on the majestic walls of the temple.
"Fate is not a chain we can break at our whim," declared Nihlathar, slicing the air with his sword. "But we can influence how we face it."
Chronos, with his ancient wisdom, replied, "Fate can be an ally or an enemy, depending on how we embrace it."
Meanwhile, Alastor, freed from the ice that imprisoned him, rejoined the fight. "Fate can be challenged; we are all like brothers. And today, we are its challengers."
The swords continued to dance in the tumult of the epic collision, while the resonating sound filled the air. The Great Temple of the Twin Phoenixes trembled under the weight of cosmic forces, as if the very gods watched from a higher realm.
In the abandoned castle, the mysterious figure smiled, feeling the call of a battle that crossed the boundaries of time and space. "And so begins the dance of the stars, the symphony of intertwined universes."
The emotion in the air was palpable, like an energy vibrating through every filament of reality. The epic battle had just begun, and the fates of all were suspended in the balance, like stars illuminating the darkness of the infinite.
As the swords danced in the Great Temple of the Twin Phoenixes, creating a spectacle of light and shadows reflected on the majestic walls, none of the three protagonists noticed the silent arrival of the retired emperor, Antares. Full of doubts and uncertainties, he found himself in front of an indescribable scene, a cosmic confrontation that transcended all understanding.
"Stop!" shouted Antares, his voice echoing through the hall, a call that cut the air like a sharp blade.
But fate had another surprise in store. Suddenly, the mysterious individual catapulted right in front of them. Evil incarnate, a being devoid of emotions, whose actions were commanded by a hatred accumulated through generations.
"Finally, the true enemy is among us," whispered Antares, his penetrating gaze scrutinizing the dark being before them.
The atmosphere became even denser, as if the very forces of the universe held their breath. Nihlathar, Chronos, and Alastor faced an opponent who embodied pure evil, an unscrupulous entity.
"You are but pawns in my game," declared the mysterious individual with a cold, emotionless voice. "Fate is nothing but my tool to shape the world as I please."
The swords lowered, and a deathly silence spread in the hall. Antares, his face expressing determination, prepared to confront the darkness that had gripped the temple and the lives of the three heroes.
"Hatred will not master our fate!" declared Antares, his voice echoing with a tone of defiance that resonated through the temple.
But the dark being did not respond with words, but with a gesture. A wave of dark energy propagated through the air, enveloping everything with palpable malevolence. The heroes' swords trembled in their hands, but the determination in their eyes remained unshakeable.
In that epic moment, the Great Temple of the Twin Phoenixes became the arena of a battle that went beyond the conventions of time and space. The fate of three worlds, intertwined in a cosmic dance, was now played out in the conflict between light and darkness, between the heroes and the true enemy who had finally made its spectacular entrance.
Suddenly, Chronos, whose face had melted into a smile that gleamed like the glow of an ancient star, looked at each of those present: first at his brother, then at Antares, and finally at Nihlathar. With determined steps, he headed towards the three thrones placed towards the end of the hall, where the light of the dancing torches revealed the ancient majesty of the furnishings.
With an imperious gesture, Chronos lifted the heavy curtains of the holiest, revealing the very essence of the temple. Addressing the assembly, he spoke words full of wisdom and power:
"We are brothers from the beginning. Masters, mentors, kings and queens, emperors and empresses, devoted soldiers to good and the light of justice. All of this has been a journey that has led to this moment, to this epic final battle. Now, brothers who have slept in time, it is time to awaken! The true enemy is finally before us!"
Chronos's words echoed in the hall like a call to the ancestral souls resting in the depths of the temple. An ancient energy hovered in the air, and the gazes of those present met in a moment of understanding.
Antares, Nihlathar, Alastor, and Chronos nodded with determination. So they prepared to face the darkness incarnated by the malevolent being. The swords rose, ready to cut through the air and defend the light that still persisted in their hearts.
Chronos, advancing towards the center of the hall, raised his arms in a majestic gesture, summoning a primordial energy. The flames of the torches intensified, illuminating the determined faces of every hero.
"Brothers, united we are unstoppable!" exclaimed Chronos, his voice resonating like a call to all the souls that had shaped the destiny of the temple.
Many voices were heard behind the holiest, saying:
"Finally, we can intervene!"
"We are ready to fight for light and justice!"
"We have waited and observed long enough; it is time to act!"
The temple resonated with the chorus of voices, unifying the ancient souls with the present heroes. The dark being, bewildered by the sudden convergence of opposing forces, tried to resist, but the primordial energy emanated by Chronos and the swords of the three heroes were an insurmountable barrier.
The ensuing battle was an explosion of divine and dark power, a frenetic dance between good and evil. The flames of the torches danced even more wildly, reflecting the fiery conflict unfolding in the majestic hall.
At that moment, the figure in the abandoned castle on the unknown planet of the thirteenth universe joined the fight. With an elegant leap, the ancient being crossed the boundaries of space, arriving in the temple at the crucial moment.
"Even the most ancient and forgotten beings can awaken to fight evil," declared the being with a voice that carried the echo of millennia.
"You? Here?" said Chronos and the others.
"Do you still think I am an enemy?" it said with a smile full of nostalgia.
"Supreme Diòrtane, we thought you were dead!" they replied.
"They didn't want me to rest; it's not over yet. I can't rest in peace until it's defeated!" Diòrtane replied.
His ancient sword joined the others, creating a symphony of strikes that vibrated through the hall. The dark being, now surrounded by powerful and resolute opponents, fought with desperate ferocity.
Meanwhile, Antares, Nihlathar, Alastor, and Chronos coordinated their attacks with a precision that only destiny could have orchestrated. Each blow carried the strength of those who had shaped the temple's past and now had awakened to defend the future.
There was no respite for the enemy; it was surrounded, and each one present struck relentlessly.
The battle reached its peak intensity, with swords shining like stars and waves of power shaking the air. The dark being, now weakened, tried to resist until its last breath, but the light of justice and the determination of the heroes proved insurmountable.
With an explosion of energy, the darkness was repelled, dissolving in the air as a shadow disappeared with the light of dawn. The Great Temple of the Twin Phoenixes echoed with the triumphant sound of victory, while the flames of the torches returned to dance with a quiet majesty.
Antares, Nihlathar, Alastor, and Chronos found themselves in the center of the hall, breathing heavily but satisfied. The ancient souls, still present in the atmosphere, emanated silent gratitude. The defeated and dispersed dark being would no longer cast its shadow on the temple's destiny.
With a smile, Chronos turned to his brothers:
"The dance of the stars has come to its end. The destiny is in the hands of those who have defended the light. Now, the temple will be reborn, and its story will continue with new chapters written by those who have proven worthy to guard it."
The flames of the torches shone with an even brighter light, as if celebrating the victory and the renewal of the temple. While silence spread in the hall.
"Well then, I entrust you, Chronos, with the throne of the Supreme. Now, finally, I can rest in peace!"
His entire family awaited him, the destiny that had embraced him on the day of his priestly appointment finally had its happy ending. Diòrtane surrendered to the arms of his bride, and then they all returned to their graves, this time definitively. Thus ended the epic battle in the Great Temple of the Twin Phoenixes, a chapter that would mark the history of three worlds intertwined by eternity. But beyond the victory, beyond the light shining in the restored temple, there still lurked a shadow, a mystery waiting to be unveiled in the folds of cosmic destiny.
To be continued...
_________________________________
If it has moved you, leave a vote for the chapter, comment with your feelings and impressions, leave a review for the series, and follow us on social media.
_________________________________
Preview of the Next Chapter: "A Long Journey"
In the next chapter, "A Long Journey," we witness touching moments between Antares and his adopted daughter, the empress. Before embarking on a mission that could reveal ancient secrets, they share a poignant farewell, knowing it could be the last. An adventure promising extraordinary revelations.
Comments (0)
See all