1 - Battle in the Twilight

The Birth of the Unborn

1.1 - Echoes of Destiny

P0.2 - A Symphony of Sorrow

2 - Battle in the Twilight (2)

&#x3C;p&#x3E;In Gravesyn&#x2019;s chambers, the air hung heavy with the weight of their recent battle. Soft candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls as she sat quietly in contemplation. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;As she absentmindedly rummaged through her bag, her fingers brushed against something unexpected&#x2014;a piece of white cloth that seemed to glow with its own ethereal light. The contrast between its radiance and the surrounding darkened atmosphere caused her demeanor to shift from contemplative to solemn. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Lost in her memories, Gravesyn&#x2019;s gaze fixed upon the cloth as it weaved through her fingers like a delicate white feather. In that moment, time seemed to stand still&#x2026;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;I swear to you&#x2026; that I will free you&#x2026;&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;With a heavy sigh, her attention returned to the present, her eyes shifting from the cloth to a large scar that marred her shoulder. She then rose herself from her seat, donned her armor, and silently exited the chamber, leaving her precious white cloth behind. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Emerging from the secluded chamber, she found herself in a narrow corridor that echoed with hushed whispers and muffled conversations. The smooth, weathered stone beneath her boots bore marks of countless individuals who walked these paths before. Dimly lit scorches intermittently lined the walls, their gentle glow contrasting the dark, eroded walls. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;The corridor gave way to an arched stone doorway, leading Gravesyn out into the open air.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;img src=&#x22;https://i.ibb.co/YhGQSZj/Downloader-la-6467ed682175c-transformed.jpg&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E; She stepped into the surreal beauty of twilight, the sky painting a canvas of dark grey, a last gasp of color before succumbing to the embrace of the night. Above, stars began to twinkle, casting faint glimmers upon the world below. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;The nearby city sprawled before her, its once lively streets now hauntingly empty. Tall buildings stood as solemn sentinels, their facades bearing the ravages of time and destruction. Broken windows stared back at her, their shattered glass framing a world forgotten. Cobblestone streets etched out, worn and weathered by the passage of countless feet. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Amidst this eerie silence, Lunar&#x2019;s voice broke through, his abrupt question piercing through Gravesyn&#x2019;s soul. &#x201C;I still wonder why you decided to go with me.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;She turned her face to him, her gaze meeting his with a mix of boredom and anticipation, facading her startle. &#x201C;I&#x2019;m just bored. In fact, you might not even survive on your own without me.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Oh, please&#x2026; but it is of no concern, I&#x2019;ve always been quite the show-stealer. You&#x2019;ll be in for a rollercoaster of emotions watching me take down my foes.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Right, right. How is your arm now?&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;It&#x2019;s not hurting as much since Imbra isn&#x2019;t around, so I should better find that Artifact before he returns.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;It still baffles me that your devotion toward our esteemed Child of Darkness has surpassed even the Knight&#x2019;s devotion to The Light&#x2026; just looking at your cursed marks makes me chuckle, sometimes.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Heh, well&#x2026; what can I say? He deserves all the praise, Gravesyn&#x2026; anyway, shall we take our leave? It&#x2019;s best not to be wasting any time, we don&#x2019;t want to miss Imbra&#x2019;s discussion regarding our next halt.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Yes, let us go, I&#x2019;ll bear witness to the show you&#x2019;ll display me.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;As Lunar and Gravesyn attended to their horses, they made their way to the desolate city. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;As they progressed through the city, an overwhelming sense of melancholy enveloped the air. The once bustling streets now lay abandoned and haunted, a ghostly echo of the life that once thrived within its walls. The buildings, once vibrant and colorful, now stood dilapidated and worn. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;The atmosphere was heavy with a profound silence, broken only by the distant echoes of sorrowful whispers that emanated from the few Desolate Souls that mindlessly wandered through the city, their faces etched with expressions of anguish and longing. Their eyes, devoid of hope, stared into the distance as if searching for something that was forever out of reach. Tattered remnants of clothing clung to their emaciated forms, their spectral-like figures swaying with an ethereal-like grace as they moved with aimless intent. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;&#x2026;purpose&#x2026;&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Where&#x2026; is my purpose&#x2026;&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;I&#x2026; don&#x2019;t know you&#x2026;&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Who are these people?&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Are they, here to&#x2026; to&#x2026;&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;&#x2026;bring us purpose&#x2026; bring us&#x2026; purpose&#x2026;&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Lunar and Gravesyn pressed forward, their hearts still heavy with the weight of the world&#x2019;s despair. Each step was a reminder of the fragility of hope and the haunting beauty of a world on the brink of oblivion.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;img src=&#x22;https://i.ibb.co/zVhQMng/download-19.jpg&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Time passed, and they found theirselves at the threshold of an abandoned forest. As they ventured deeper into the depths of the forest, a sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air. The once lush and vibrant foliage now appeared withered and sickly, its leaves a pale shade of green, as if drained from life. Twisted branches reached out like gnarled fingers, creating a canopy of shadows that swallowed specks of the dim moonlight rays that shone through, casting an eerie gloom over the surroundings. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;The floor was littered with decaying leaves and broken twigs, creating a carpet of nature&#x2019;s remnants. The silence was palpable, broken only by the faint rustling of the wind as it whispered through the trees.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;It should be around here. Best to keep quiet before it awakens before I get the chance to give you a show,&#x201D; Lunar jestingly whispered. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;As if I didn&#x2019;t know this earlier, it&#x2019;s not the first time I&#x2019;ve battled against an Incarnation of Fate.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Mhm.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;As they pressed further into the heart of the forest, their eyes were drawn to a clearing ahead. Within the clearing stood a weathered stone pedestal, the remnants of an ancient shrine long forgotten. Moss clung to its surface, tracing intricate patterns of age and decay. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Atop the pedestal stood a towering statue, weathered by time and the elements. Its features were worn and eroded, yet hints of former grandeur could still be discerned. The statue depicted a female figure of ethereal beauty, with flowing robes and outstretched arms, as if embracing the heavens above.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Okay, you stay here, keep watch of the horses, but don&#x2019;t be too distracted, you might miss the spectacularity,&#x201D; Lunar said to Gravesyn with a wink. &#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Good luck, I&#x2019;ll be here if you need help.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Oho? Doubting my abilities already? The fight hasn&#x2019;t even begun yet.&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;I&#x2019;m not feeling too confident with this one&#x2026;&#x201D;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Lunar gave a soft, haunting smile as he approached the statue. In a split of a second, time seemed to have stood still, and an otherwordly transformation began to take place...&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;The statue&#x27;s surface began to crumble and disintegrate, revealing the form of another figure beneath. The debris cascaded to the ground like dry earth, revealing the emergence of a haunting sight. Before Lunar stood a young woman, her countenance both mesmerizing and unsettling.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;With flowing brown hair cascading down her shoulders, the woman possessed an ethereal beauty. Her eyes, shut tight, betrayed a sense of anguish and sorrow as crimson tears streamed down her pale cheeks. The blood-red tears carved intricate paths across her face, a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. It was as if her very essence bled from within, a poignant symbol of her inner torment.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Despite the haunting appearance, the figure&#x27;s lips curved into a serene smile, a paradoxical expression that sent shivers down both Lunar and Gravesyn&#x2019;s spines. The proximity of her smile against the evident suffering portrayed an eerie detachment, as if she were disconnected from the anguish she embodied. It was a smile devoid of worldly cares, as if she had transcended the mortal realm and found solace in some other plane of existence.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;As Lunar took another, final step, a sudden transformation gripped the Incarnation of Fate. The once serene smile that adorned her face contorted into a grotesque frown, distorting her features with an expression of pure hatred and disdain. Wrinkles creased and deepened, creating a labyrinth of lines that etched the passage of time across her once smooth visage. Holes appeared in her countenance, as if reality itself had been torn asunder, revealing the void that lay beneath.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Despite the grotesque transformation, the woman&#x27;s eyes remained shut, sealed tightly as if shielding the world from the darkness within her. With an eerie resonance that echoed through the stillness, she spoke with a voice that seemed to reverberate from the depths of hell. Her words, laden with intensity and conviction, filled the air like a chilling incantation.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;em&#x3E;&#x22;Purify, purify the world... of DARKNESS!&#x22;&#x3C;/em&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x201C;Keep your eyes on me, Gravesyn, you might just learn a thing or two,&#x201D; Lunar again, told Gravesyn with a smile, gazing at her over his shoulder.&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;strong&#x3E;Where The Light is worshipped in a world full of darkness.&#x3C;/strong&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;In the world of Aradon, the Child of Darkness had been incarnated out of the womb of the Mother of Desolation. He is not entirely human, as he was the destined manifestation of humanity&#x2019;s worst desires and sins, which led him to become the one to salvage humanity, by being killed with the Sword of Virtue. The banished Child of Darkness seeks vengeance against Vaelen, the formidable leader of the Holy Church. The Child&#x27;s existence itself is an enigma&#x2014;a contradiction of the Light, yet destined to play a crucial role in the grand tapestry of fate.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;Amidst the clash of ideals, his relentless pursuit of Vaelen, the charismatic leader of the Holy Church, becomes a dance of shadows and illumination. His journey, intertwined with the fate of Aradon, blurs the line between hero and villain, for his existence both opposes and serves The Light.&#x3C;/p&#x3E;