The 7 gaurdians of Magos

Twenty three

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As Ophelia finished her chant, a gentle breeze stirred the air, and a majestic white owl materialized before her. Zephyr's piercing gaze settled on Ophelia, awaiting her mistress's command.

"Zephyr, dear one," Ophelia whispered, "bear a message to Merlin. Tell him Kaiel's company has resolved the demon conspiracy, but our stay here will be prolonged. Azazel stirs, and we must prepare."

Zephyr spread her wings, accepting the task. With a soft hoot, she vanished into the night, leaving behind a trail of glittering stardust.

Melantha broke her silence, her voice infused with ancient wisdom. "Azazel's awakening will reshape the balance. We must ensure our presence remains a guiding force, not a disrupting one."

Aza nodded thoughtfully. "I'll prepare the Shadow Walkers to monitor the realm's hidden paths. Any sign of Chaos's resurgence must be reported immediately."

Azura's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I'll delve deeper into the ancient lore, seeking clues about Azazel's return and its implications."

Kaiel's gaze swept the gathering. "Our unity is crucial. We'll work together, leveraging our strengths to safeguard Earth."

As the gods began their assigned tasks, Ophelia's smile returned. "And Conquest, that intriguing Horseman, has unknowingly served us. His words carried weight, hinting at Azazel's proximity."

The night air vibrated with anticipation, the gods poised to face the unfolding destiny of Earth.