The sky twisted like a beast in agony.
The wind sliced through the clouds, and the sea roared below, swallowing the sounds of the world. At the cliff's edge, two presences faced each other in silence.
Shadow stood tall, his black cloak spreading like wings, staring down the man before him — Valhart, motionless, his golden eyes reflecting the distant thunder.
The tension between them was so immense the ground trembled.
Not even the air could move between them.
Shadow took a step forward.
The earth cracked beneath his feet, a line of purple energy expanding and splitting the cliff in two.
For a moment, the sea seemed to part. The cliff collapsed toward the waters, carrying Valhart with it — but before the rocks could touch the abyss, Valhart placed a hand on the ground and whispered a single word.
The world rewound.
The stones floated back, settling exactly where they were, not a grain out of place.
The cliff stood whole again.
Not a speck of dust remained.
Shadow lifted his gaze, surprised.
> "Manipulating time... an art even the ancients dared not wield."
Valhart smiled, adjusting his coat.
— Testing my patience, is that it?
Shadow didn't answer. He vanished — the sound of an implosion filled the air, and the impact scattered the clouds. Valhart reacted swiftly, his gaze turning cold.
— Then let's play with time... — he murmured.
Time stopped.
Waves froze mid-motion, thunder hung still in the sky, even sparks of energy suspended like stars trapped in air.
Valhart moved soundlessly, appearing behind Shadow, a blade of pure temporal mana forming in his hand.
He swung his arm in a clean cut.
But something was wrong.
Even with time frozen, Shadow tilted his head slightly.
The blade passed — and sliced off half of his right arm.
Time resumed.
A deep sound echoed, the air warped, and black particles fell like ash.
Valhart smiled, watching the evaporating blood.
— One arm down.
But the figure before him dissolved into shadow.
The real Shadow sat on a rock, watching from afar, arms crossed.
His gaze was empty, almost bored.
> "Just like Malhar said... this new world is full of surprises."
Valhart looked at the disappearing clone and chuckled softly.
— So you're one of them too... shadow illusions. How convenient.
Shadow rose slowly.
The wind pushed the waves back, creating a corridor in the sea.
— Why are you after the Leviathan? — Valhart asked.
Shadow stared coldly, judging him.
— That's none of your business, human. Keep meddling... and you'll be the reason your own kind goes extinct.
Valhart stood up, brushing dust from his clothes.
His eyes showed no fear — only curiosity.
— So he's real after all... the Primordial of the Sea. You think you can control him?
Shadow smirked faintly and said in a low voice:
— I don't control. I call.
The air vibrated.
The sea below erupted as if the entire ocean was breathing.
Lightning descended from the clouds, spiraling around the two.
The water rose, forming a colossal wall.
From the midst of chaos, the Leviathan emerged.
A massive, serpentine monster, covered in blue-silver scales that reflected the thunder. Its eyes, like two blue suns, tore through the mist. The pressure turned the cliff's rocks to dust.
Its roar shattered the sky.
Shadow stopped his transformation, glancing upward.
— Finally... you've arrived.
Valhart turned. The Leviathan's reflection filled the entire horizon.
Still, he smiled.
— So... this is what we were talking about.
He extended his hand and opened a portal. A bird of pure light and steel emerged, flapping its wings.
Valhart jumped onto the creature and began ascending into the sky.
But before he could react, a flash cut the air — a blue line streaked across space at unbelievable speed.
The Leviathan vanished from the sea and reappeared on the cliff.
The impact shook the ground.
Smoke rose, and when the wind cleared the dust, Valhart lay fallen, embedded in the soil.
The Leviathan, now humanoid in form, stood beside him, pressing his foot against Valhart's head.
Blue eyes gleamed with arrogance.
— Long time no see, Shadow...
He smiled faintly.
— What brings you so close to my sea? You know you're not welcome here.
Shadow said nothing.
He only stared intently at the Leviathan, and for a moment, silence fell.
Above, in a distant tree, Tismani watched everything.
The wind blew her purple hair as she whispered:
> "The board is moving again..."
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The sound of ethereal bells echoed between the suspended columns. The Hall of the Order seemed to breathe — with each toll, the runes etched on the floor pulsed in bluish hues, reflecting on the faces of the five leaders gathered beneath the central symbol of balance.
Cronos stood at the center, draped in a black cloak embroidered with silver. His gray eyes silently studied the others as holograms of energy floated around the circular table.
> Cronos: "The balance has been broken. The Northern Crystal... has disappeared."
The projection expanded in the air, showing the flash of the explosion that devastated one of the Order's fortresses.
Fragments of energy swirled, emitting a low, uneven sound — like a sick heart beating.
Azel, guardian of the Northern Sector, stepped forward. His voice was sharp, devoid of emotion.
> Azel: "The defenses were intact. No sign of invasion. The crystal... simply vanished."
Darian, leader of the South, slammed his fist on the table. The impact made the runes tremble.
> Darian: "Vanished?! Is that what you call a report? The North collapses and you say the crystal vanished?"
Seraphine let out a soft laugh, crossing her legs atop the floating throne. Her voice was honey and venom intertwined.
> Seraphine: "Ah, Darian... always so blunt. Maybe if you spent less energy shouting and more thinking, you'd understand there's more at play than mere incompetence."
Darian stood abruptly, golden energy sparking around his fists.
> Darian: "Want me to teach you some respect, witch?"
Seraphine tilted her head, smiling.
> Seraphine: "Try it. We'll see who needs pity afterward."
A force field shimmered between them, activated by Liora — the priestess of the West. Her eyes remained closed, but her voice rang calm and authoritative.
> Liora: "Enough. There's already enough chaos outside. We don't need more of it here."
The hall fell silent for a moment. Cronos raised his hand, and the holograms rearranged, revealing an image of Valhart, frozen in light.
> Cronos: "Valhart has vanished. The last record shows him before Shadow, just prior to the destruction of the submerged temple. And now... the seas move. Leviathan has awakened."
The name echoed through the hall like a sentence. Even Seraphine ceased smiling.
> Azel: "Leviathan... was sealed for centuries. That means—"
> Cronos: "That the seal was broken. And not just his. There are signs of magical distortion across all sectors."
Liora opened her eyes, her white pupils reflecting the glow of the runes.
> Liora: "Then the judgment has begun. The fate of worlds will once again be decided by mortal hands."
Darian scoffed.
> Darian: "Fate? Is that what you call fate? This is war. And we are losing."
Cronos closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
> Cronos: "It's no longer about war. It's about survival. A meeting between humans, witches, and primordials is being arranged. If we fail to unite our forces... the world will fall."
Seraphine laughed softly.
> Seraphine: "Unity? After all we've done to each other? Do you really believe that, Cronos?"
> Cronos: "I don't believe. But we must try."
Silence fell like a blade. For a moment, the sound of the bells ceased — and the hall plunged into darkness.
A cold wind swept through the floating columns. Then... a white light tore through the air at the center of the table.
A faceless, translucent figure rose amidst the glow. Its voice was many — male, female, ancient, and new all at once.
> The First Voice:
"The peace you seek... is not by choice. It is by necessity.
And those who deny balance... will be the first to fall."
The runes exploded in light. Each leader felt the weight of the presence pass through their bodies — as if the world itself was watching them.
Cronos remained still. His eyes lifted to the figure, and his voice rang firm.
> Cronos: "Then time has ended..."
The light vanished, taking with it the echo of the prophecy.
In the hall, only the distant rumble of thunder remained.
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The atmosphere in the room was dense, heavy with the weight of past and present intertwined. Lilith, still sealed within Yuta's body, seemed more present than ever, her spectral form radiating a cold and piercing aura. Five glowing seals surrounded her, pulsating with an ancient and relentless energy.
At the center, Iota, an ethereal and imposing figure, approached Yuta with slow, almost reverent steps. His eyes held ancestral wisdom, and his voice echoed with a soft yet unyielding authority.
— Lilith, the queen of magic, was sealed not only to protect the world but to ensure that balance would never be broken — Iota said, extending his hand toward the first seal. — These five seals were created to contain her power, and now, for Yuta's true destiny to unfold, we must awaken her memories.
Iota touched each seal, one by one, and with every touch, a spark of light invaded Lilith's body, which trembled, resisting, her eyes shining with restrained fury.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Lyra felt a wave of energy sweep through her body. Her eyes widened, and a fierce heat coursed down her spine. She collapsed onto the bed, her body relaxing as if being pulled into a deep abyss.
— Lyra... — Lilith's voice echoed inside her mind, sweet and cruel at once. — My best friend, my sister... what is about to awaken will change everything.
Back in the room with Yuta, he remained motionless, eyes closed, breathing slow and controlled. Gradually, memories began to flood his mind — fragments of past lives, ancient battles, forgotten faces.
A whisper emerged from the darkness of his subconscious, Lilith's voice mixed with his, an echo between past and present.
— You are not just Yuta. You are the sum of thousands of years, of choices and sacrifices that shaped who you are today. But this power... still lies imprisoned within you.
Iota watched intently, his eyes fixed on Yuta, awaiting the full awakening. But contrary to expectation, Yuta did not rise with superhuman powers or a devastating aura. He simply took a deep breath and remained there, serene and steady, as if only beginning to grasp what was happening.
In the next room, Lyra opened her eyes slowly, her mind clear but full of confused thoughts. She felt the weight of history and destiny on her shoulders, but also a renewed strength.
— Lilith... — Lyra whispered, tears gleaming in her eyes. — Why only now? Why show me all this only now?
Lilith responded with a low, half-bitter laugh.
— Because, my dear, not everything can be revealed at once. You must be strong on your own. Awakening the power of the queen of witches inside you is not a gift — it is a responsibility.
Lyra felt a mix of fear and determination grow in her chest. The connection between them was profound, not just from past bonds, but from a future yet to be forged in fire and blood.
Meanwhile, Iota slowly withdrew from the room, his mission for now complete. He knew the true challenge was only beginning.
The final image of the scene was Yuta and Lyra, side by side, unconscious — yet connected by something far greater than themselves: the ancient past now beginning to awaken.
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They have regained their memories... but the true power is still out of reach. As the past reveals itself, the future prepares a storm that will change everything.
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