Tori, Incarnate of Lightening

Introduction

The assembly of the three spirits (Galamo, Doku, Kadori) before Tori, the lightning god, was a sight to behold. The divine chamber was filled with a soft, ethereal glow, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the polished marble floor. The air was heavy with anticipation, carrying the faint scent of ozone that hinted at the latent power of the gathering. Galamo, the water spirit; Doku, the wind spirit; and Kadori, the fire spirit, stood before Tori, their auras pulsating with vibrant energy that seemed to hum in the air.

Their urgent presence created a palpable tension, and the room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of what was to come. All three were trapped by Dijnn, the once-glorious goddess who had succumbed to the thirst for power and had crowned herself the Queen of queens. Determined to prevent their interference, she had caged the mighty spirits.

"How much time has passed?" Doku, the only female among them, asked with a sense of urgency. Her voice carried a subtle melodic quality, and the gentle rustle of wind accompanied her words. "Time eludes us, Doku," Tori replied, his voice resonating with the power of thunder. Each word seemed to reverberate through the chamber, causing the very air to tremble in response.

"Chitchatting isn't the reason I freed you. Dijnn has claimed the title of Khazi (Queen of Queens) on Earth, and we must stop her," Tori declared with resolve, his words echoing with an undercurrent of determination that seemed to vibrate through the room itself.

"Why do you need our help? You are a god; you could vanquish her in an instant," Kadori questioned. The flickering light from the spirit's fiery form danced across the walls, casting a warm, flickering glow that illuminated the chamber. "I wish it were that simple, but the elder gods have forbidden me," Tori expressed with a tinge of sadness. His voice carried the weight of ancient sorrow, and the very atmosphere seemed to grow heavy with the burden of his words. "They've turned a blind eye to her tyranny."

"What's the plan, then?" Kadori inquired. An ember danced in his eyes, casting a faint, warm light in the chamber. "Freeing all of you was just the beginning. None of you can face her alone," Tori stated, feeling a sense of anguish. The air around him seemed to quiver with the weight of his words. "We need to work together if we are to have any hope of stopping her reign of darkness."

"Then I suggest you make a human body for yourself and go down to earth to kick her ass," Galamo, the smartest of the spirits, suggested. The sound of gentle lapping water accompanied his voice, and the faint scent of fresh rain filled the air.
"I would lose my powers as a god and I won't certainly remember who I am," Tori added. His voice carried a weight of hesitation, and the very air seemed to grow heavy with uncertainty. "We would help you remember; we would stay inside you till the time is ripe," the three spirits promised. Suddenly, they began to shout, "BRINGING IN JUSTICE INTO THE WORLD, HAIL THE GOD OF LIGHTNING, LORD TORI." They said as they entered inside him.

As the three spirits merged with Tori, a blinding flash of lightning illuminated the divine kingdom. The air crackled with energy as the god's powers surged into the secret bowls. Draco, the eldest god, watched with a mix of admiration and concern. 'Tori's courage is admirable, but the road ahead will be treacherous. Let us hope his determination is enough to bring justice to the world.