The air at the Origin Base vibrated with an almost tangible tension. The emergency council sat in silence, every gaze fixed on the floating maps and shimmering runes that displayed magical disturbances spreading across the world. It was as if the planet held its breath before a silent scream.
Yuta stood at the edge of the balcony, the cold wind stirring his black coat. His golden eyes reflected the glow of the crystalline towers in the distance—and behind that light, something darker lurked.
Tismani, the legendary Banshee of the Seas, approached with silent steps, her ethereal presence shaping the atmosphere around her. Her heterochromatic eyes landed on Yuta, searching for an unspoken answer.
"You disappeared right after the meeting," she said, her voice soft like waves, yet filled with restless curiosity. "Are you trying to avoid this moment?"
Yuta smiled—a faint, almost imperceptible gesture. "If I wanted to avoid you, I wouldn't have let you come so close."
Tismani laughed, a light, almost playful sound. "They say you're good at hiding. I haven't decided if that makes you clever... or a coward."
"Depends on who's after me," Yuta replied, rising with determination. "And in your case, it's better if you don't find me too fast."
The Banshee studied his every move like a thief appraising the worth of a treasure. "Alright, Yuta. Since you don't want to talk about what happened inside, tell me one thing. Who are these legends you all keep mentioning? Shedow, Valhart, Kael... Lilith...?"
Yuta crossed his arms, the weight of the situation heavy in his voice. "Valhart is the emperor of the greatest nation today. He commands the element Cronos—the time itself. He never ages, and his magic surpasses all known limits. He doesn't need to fight; his name alone keeps the peace."
"A king who rules without a sword... intriguing," murmured Tismani, her eyes gleaming with respect.
"Kael," Yuta continued, "is different. He's neither king nor ruler. He carries the blood of the Knight of Ages, the original protector of the Queen of Witches. He swore to appear only on two occasions: the end of the world or the Queen's return. He lives isolated in a place even the Primordials fear."
Tismani smiled, skeptical. "And you believe that?"
"I believe what I've seen," Yuta replied firmly. "He's no ordinary legend."
A heavy silence fell between them as the embers of the torches flickered in the breeze.
"And the Primordials?" Tismani asked, breaking the silence. "Are they still the most powerful beings?"
"Yes," Yuta answered, gazing toward the dark horizon. "Shedow, Malhar, Lilith, Azaroth... They are beyond magical comprehension—the beginning and the end of power."
His voice dropped, weighted with barely contained burden. "But something is changing. I don't know if the world is ready for it."
Tismani raised an eyebrow. "Changing how?"
"Magical ruptures, ancient lines realigning, dormant souls awakening. And rumors... that she may return."
"The Queen of Witches," Tismani finished with a melancholic smile. "So that's what this is all about."
Yuta turned to the vast night sky, the wind lifting his coat. A divine presence seemed to watch him from the shadows.
Far away, in Valhart's empire, the night shimmered with the reflection of crystalline towers. Valhart sat on his black throne, golden eyes fixed on the floating map.
"The world changes, but human arrogance remains," he muttered. "Shedow is stirring. The chains of darkness are moving."
"Should we intervene, my lord?" a general asked.
"Not yet," Valhart replied. "The balance still holds... for now."
In a realm beyond time and space, Kael meditated, motionless on a floating rock surrounded by violet mist. His body was a living statue, the dragon tattoo on his head glowing with ancient energy.
His voice echoed in the silence: "The time is not yet."
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The Council continued their meeting, analyzing the growing threats and discussing strategies. But behind the words, the certainty remained the same: the Age of the Primordials had begun. And nothing in the world would ever be the same.
Tismani olhou para o horizonte, suas cores de cabelo prateado brilhando com a luz bruxuleante da base. "Se o selo foi quebrado, e os Primordiais começam a se mover, a verdadeira preocupação é o que está acontecendo com Lyra. Ela é a chave para tudo."
Yuta respirou fundo, seus olhos dourados fixos em um ponto invisível no ar. "Ela ainda está por aí. Eu sinto a presença dela, embora tênue. Precisamos encontrá-la antes que seja tarde demais."
O tempo não estava ao lado deles.
Ambos partiram sem demora, atravessando corredores mágicos e campos de energia arcana da fortaleza de origem. Enquanto corriam, Yuta sentia o pulso crescente da energia mágica — uma corrente que parecia chamar por Lyra, um sussurro distante que ele tentava seguir.
"Os rastros dela são fracos," comentou Tismani, o tom preocupado. "Alguém ou algo está abafando a presença dela."
"Isso não é um bom sinal," Yuta murmurou.
Em suas buscas, chegaram a registros e hologramas que mostravam movimentações recentes — sombras deslocando-se com velocidade e crueldade. Um nome começou a se formar em seus pensamentos, o mesmo que já havia ecoado na mente de Yuta: Shedow.
Tismani parou subitamente, seus olhos se estreitando. "Shedow. Ele não é apenas um dos Primordiais, é um dos mais antigos, um senhor das sombras e do sangue. Se ele está envolvido, isso significa que Lyra já não está mais segura."
Yuta cerrou os punhos, sentindo o peso da situação apertar seu peito.
"Nós temos que encontrá-la. Antes que seja tarde demais."
Mas a verdade cruel se revelou rápido.
Enquanto Yuta e Tismani vasculhavam as últimas coordenadas onde a presença de Lyra fora detectada, um relatório urgente chegou à base. Mensageiros, ofegantes e sujos de batalha, traziam notícias da fronteira norte: Lyra havia sido sequestrada.
Não por inimigos comuns, mas por Shedow em pessoa.
A revelação caiu como uma lâmina fria.
Yuta engoliu em seco, olhos se fixando na direção do relatório.
"Ela foi capturada... pelo próprio senhor das sombras?"
Tismani assentiu, a expressão sombria.
"Sim. Shedow sabe do poder dela. Ele quer usá-la para seus próprios fins — manipular o destino da magia e do mundo."
Yuta sentiu o ar ao seu redor pesar, como se o tempo tivesse desacelerado.
"Então, não podemos perder mais tempo. Temos que montar uma equipe, preparar uma estratégia."
Tismani olhou para ele, firme.
"Você sabe que isso não será fácil. Shedow não é alguém que se enfrenta de peito aberto. Precisamos ser rápidos, astutos... e talvez, sacrifícios serão necessários."
O silêncio caiu entre eles, apenas o eco distante do sussurro da magia preenchendo o vazio.
Yuta virou-se para a janela, contemplando as estrelas que pareciam mais frias do que nunca.
"O que quer que aconteça... eu vou salvar Lyra."
The decision had been made. There was no room left for doubt. Lyra, the reincarnation of the true Queen of Witches, was missing—and with her, the fate of all magic and the world hung by a thread.
Yuta stood firm, his golden eyes fixed on the holographic map floating before them. Beside him, Tismani watched closely, her expression heavy with the weight of the situation.
"She is the key," Yuta said, his voice steady, filled with determination. "If Shedow gets her blood, what he intends to create could destroy everything—hybrids of vampires and witches, a race that manipulates both magic and the curse of blood."
Tismani nodded, the silver light of her hair reflecting the bluish glow of the runes in the air.
"Shedow's castle lies in the far north, a place known as the Shadow Fortress, built atop an ancient crater of black energy. No one lives there without his permission—it is his realm."
She hesitated, as if holding back something.
"I can guide you to the gate... but I won't go further. Shedow and I have matters I don't want to relive. Our past is... too complicated."
Yuta gave her a firm look.
"We need you to come. Your strength is crucial."
But Tismani shook her head.
"I can't. But I promise to help as much as I can. You won't be alone."
Preparations were swift. Yuta, Tismani, Kaelen, Ravenna, and Seraphina pooled their strength, strategizing and reinforcing their bonds for what lay ahead.
As they advanced along the dark path, Tismani guided them with precision, avoiding traps and invisible magical barriers—proof of Shedow's power to keep intruders at bay.
The air grew colder, heavier, as if each step crossed into a realm where time had stopped. Twisted trees and howling winds set the tone of a land forgotten by light.
Finally, before them stood Shedow's Castle. A massive structure of black stone and dark crystal, shrouded by a dense mist that seemed to breathe.
Its towers stretched upward like sharp needles—claws piercing the dark sky.
Tismani stopped, her silver aura flickering slightly.
"This is as far as I go."
Yuta inhaled deeply, sensing the dense energy of the place.
"What's inside?"
She looked at him, her gaze mixing respect and caution.
"Shedow sensed me a long time ago. He knows I'm here. If I move forward, he will capture me—and it won't be just any capture."
Before she could say more, a cold wind lifted the mist, and a low, threatening voice cut through the silence.
"Tismani..."
The air trembled.
Suddenly, chains of black energy erupted from the ground, wrapping around Tismani before she could react.
"I've waited for this moment," the dark voice continued. "The blood of the Queen of Witches will be mine... and you will not stop me."
Tismani struggled, her aura fighting the chains.
"You don't know what you're facing..." she warned, but her voice was muffled as she was lifted into the air, bound.
Yuta, Kaelen, Ravenna, and Seraphina readied themselves to attack, but the magical prison's power was overwhelming.
"You are alone now," Shedow said, his shadowy figure emerging from the mist, his red eyes glowing like cold flames. "Come to me... if you have the courage."
The group swallowed hard, the reality of the threat crashing down on them.
Tismani fought to stay conscious, her eyes locking with Yuta's—a final silent warning.
The portal to the castle slammed shut behind them with a thunderous boom.
The game had truly begun.