(UNDER HEAVY EDITING!!) Stellar Serenade: Cosmic Connections

Chapter 22: The Veil Falls

"Where's Nocturnis' physical body?!" Luminara shouted. "His body can't be detected, he's covered and buried himself in she shadows" Rain answered. "OKAY! OKAY-  HIDE ALL RESIDENTS IN THE OBSERVATORY- WEATHER DANCERS, CAN YOU KEEP HIM BUSY?" Xyn shouted. "He's here for me" Luminara muttered. "I'll give him the fight he's asking for" Luminara declared, curling her fists.  "I'm coming! And yo ain't gonna stop me!" Aral said.

A sudden banging was heard, the Veil began to shake. The shadows had fully covered the dome and no speck of light managed to pour through into the Sanctuary. "It's happening" Mist said. The shadows began to thicken, and the veil popped and shattered.

"GET TO THE THEATER, EVACUATE ALL REFUGEES RIGHT NOW!" Xyn shouted at Luminara, then shouted at the Weather Dancers, the group quickly scattered, and Luminara ran towards the theater, Aral and Horus followed. 

The theater was infected by shadows, covered in darkness. Unsettlingly ethereal dusk, the theatre was one a place of expression and happiness, now it was eerie and ambiguous. She hated it.  The stage seemed to be covered in black smoke, and the closer they got to the stage the colder the frost bit them.

Suddenly, a tall male figure appeared among the smoke; Cloaked in the celestial echoes of shadows, Nocturnis' presence commands attention. His celestial attire weaves a tale of astral elegance and celestial mystery.

A long, ripped coat drapes around Umbra's form, its celestial fabric torn at the hands as if remnants of celestial battles. The coat, adorned with silver and hints of gold embroidery, whispers tales of astral struggles and celestial triumphs.

Silver and gold threads intertwine on the coat, creating celestial swirls and intricate patterns that catch the astral light. The celestial embroidery tells a story of cosmic journeys and astral revelations, a tapestry woven into the fabric of Umbra's celestial attire.

Beneath the coat, Umbra wears a tight white tunic that hints at the celestial form beneath. The simplicity of the tunic contrasts with the astral complexities of his outer garment, creating a celestial balance in his overall appearance.

An underbust corset in celestial gray cinches Umbra's waist, adding a touch of celestial allure to his ensemble. The corset, while understated, accentuates the celestial lines of his astral form.

Wide pants adorned with golden buttons run down the sides, a celestial homage to astral refinement. The trousers, a celestial blend of comfort and style, complete the ensemble with celestial flair.

A sword holster, bearing a long katana, hangs at Umbra's side. The celestial weapon, its blade etched with swirly designs of silver and gold, is a testament to the astral prowess and celestial mastery that Umbra wields.

Umbra's long, uncut hair cascades around him like a celestial curtain. The edges shimmer in silver, a celestial contrast to the dark depths of his hair. Each strand tells a tale of astral winds and celestial shadows that have caressed his celestial locks over time.

A scar, an astral badge of celestial resilience, marks Umbra's upper lip. The celestial flaw only enhances the mysterious allure of his celestial countenance, a testament to the astral battles and celestial trials he has weathered.

Umbra Nocturnis stands tall and imposing, draped in a cloak of inky shadows that seem to writhe and pulse with an otherworldly energy. Their silhouette is obscured, making it challenging to discern a distinct form. The edges of their figure blur into tendrils of darkness that seem to extend and retract, evoking the ever-shifting nature of the night.

Eyes that gleam like the cold glow of distant stars peer out from the depths of the shadowed hood, revealing an unsettling intelligence. The visage is both mysterious and alluring, with a subtle aura of cosmic power emanating from the void-like depths of their form.