In the shadowy dimness, a figure draped in a hooded cloak advanced toward the solemn assembly of five godly statues. Murmuring an incantation under his breath, he sought to sever the chains binding him to unseen masters. "Oh, revered lords, we beseech your emergence from the endless embrace of slumber, as mortals, blinded by disrespect, abandon you to the cold confines of your sepulchers."
As each incantation unfolded, the stoic statues of the five lords began a gradual descent into crumbling decay, liberating themselves from the shackles of an ancient curse.
Startled, Fuuka awoke, initially believing it all to be a dream. However, a disconcerting reality materialized beside her - the figure of the sixth lord, whose incarnation dwelled within Fuuka. With an intense gaze, Fuuka confronted her lord, questioning in disbelief, "Huh, You're finally awake?" The lord responded with a serene smile, nodding slowly. "Yes, but I am not the sole one to have awakened."
Fuuka is confused, staring at the lord.. "What...?" She muttered
Filled with concern, Fuuka left her bed, moving silently through the dimly lit corridors to reach the basement. Retrieving an ancient tome from her dusty shelves, a forsaken volume chronicling the history of the false gods, she pored over its pages in search of prophecies foretelling their awakening. To her dismay, the brittle pages yielded no such forewarnings.
The sixth lord gazed upon her incarnation with an enigmatic smile, and her laughter rang through the air. "Fuuka, not even we, the lords, could grant our disciples knowledge of when we would awaken. We ourselves remain ignorant of the means by which we broke free from our slumber."
Fuuka regarded her lord, perplexed and curious. "Then, how are you awake in this point of time? No one even knew of you and your friends' existence??"
Peering down at her incarnation, the sixth lord shared in Fuuka's curiosity. After a moment of contemplation, a subtle shrug conveyed a lack of definitive answers. "To simplify, there exists either a follower or someone from our past who discovered the means to liberate us."
Fuuka, her gaze fixed on the lord, registered a mix of astonishment and curiosity at this revelation. "Someone you knew?" she questioned, eager for more details.
Before Fuuka could utter another word, her lord interjected, a somber undertone in her voice as she continued the tale of gods and the divine.
"Yes," affirmed the sixth lord with a nod, her mind retracing the memories of her fellow lords, her comrades. As her gaze returned to her incarnation, she began to unravel the enigma. "There were seven of us lords," she disclosed, casting Fuuka into deeper bewilderment.
"Seven?" Fuuka responded, her confusion growing. "I thought there were only six of you. Except... You only died, and well, had your powers inherited to me, while the other five were locked away to their eternal slumber..."
The sixth lord nodded again. "Yes, indeed. The five were indeed confined, and I was destined for a downward spiral, to be bound with you. However, it appears there is a seventh god-a deity we once revered. A being who presided over our godly era, the God of the Gods."
Fuuka, grappling with the weight of her lord's revelations, turned her gaze back to the ancient book, closing it with a determined hand. Shutting her eyes, she delved into introspection. "I recall the history of your time with the gods, for your memories reside within me. If they return for another year of conquest, I must find a means to thwart them. Yet, I lack allies and cannot burden my husband and his comrades, who now seek respite from the battles they've endured," she voiced, a mixture of worry and love for her husband evident in her words.
Her lord chuckled at the shift in Fuuka's language, noting the departure from modern vernacular. "My, that's a change of words there. I suppose you're taking things seriously now?"
Fuuka met her lord's gaze with a rare intensity, a seriousness settling in her expression. "Of course. As the new god of destruction, I must bring an end to whatever schemes the former gods' comrades are hatching. This is a new era where mortals struggle to hold reverence for the divine, and I know that lack of respect won't bode well for them." She spoke with a determined mutter, acknowledging the gravity of her newfound role.
Fuuka's gaze remained on her lord, her next question holding a sense of urgency. "Where can I find those statues?" she inquired. Her sixth lord, after a moment of contemplation, crossed her arms, recollecting a place long forgotten and concealed for centuries.
"Ah... In shadows deep, where trees stand guard,
City's heart, a crypt unscarred.
Seek the tomb where gods withdrew,
Abandoned whispers, a secret true." Her lord spoke in cryptic verses, revealing the hidden location to her incarnation.
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