The Hidden Forces Universe:
Chronicles of The Hidden Realms
Beneath the veneer of an ordinary town, Rayven Monroe, a seemingly average teenager, stumbles upon an enigmatic creature lurking near his home. This fateful encounter triggers a chain of e...
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Unseen Supreme Court,
The Hidden World Vs. Name Shall not be spoken
In the hallowed halls of the Unseen Supreme Court, where the ethereal and the corporeal converge, a trial of unprecedented magnitude was unfolding. The courtroom, a grand amphitheater carved from the very essence of magic, was brimming with denizens of the Unseen World, each taking their place among the arcane benches that floated like specters in the air.
For countless moons, the whispers of a forbidden act had permeated the Unseen World, sowing seeds of disbelief and approval in equal measure. Now, after a grueling six months of testimonies and arcane arguments, the moment of judgment was at hand. Three venerable judges, embodiments of the law itself, presided over the proceedings, their gaze fixed upon the accused who knelt at the center of the celestial dais.
The man at the heart of this spectacle, his presence as commanding as it was foreboding, bore the weight of countless stares. If mere glares held the power of demise, the quintet of judges would have succumbed, particularly the young Helena Rossi, whose countenance was a tempest of justice and grace.
Chains of an otherworldly metal, forged in the celestial forges of the Valkyries and imbued with the essence of the Northern Mages, bound him. These shackles, a rarity even in the Unseen World, were designed to suppress any arcane prowess or hidden abilities he might wield.
"Well...it's time."
Helena Rossi, her voice a blend of sternness and sorrow, lamented the sight of her once-mentor now reduced to a defendant.
"It is a tragedy to witness our colleague, our guide, standing before us, awaiting judgment for his transgressions," she declared, her icy blue eyes piercing the veil of defiance that shrouded the man.
Rumors of his deeds had once been mere echoes in the void, too fantastical to warrant belief. Yet, like wildfire, they had spread, igniting chaos and fear across the Unseen World. The mentor she revered, the protector of both Seen and Unseen realms, was now the architect of their potential undoing.
Helena's auburn locks, though mostly confined to a low bun, whispered of the turmoil within. Clad in a robe as black as the void, she stood apart from her fellow judges, whose faces were shrouded, their identities veiled from the world they served.
