Amara

Chapter 26

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In the heart of a dark, secluded realm where the air crackled with sinister energy, the Demon Lords sat in their council chamber. Flames flickered against the black stone walls, casting eerie shadows that danced like spectres. The tension in the room was palpable. Each of the powerful demons sensed a shift in the atmosphere of Bora as if something ancient and menacing had stirred from a long slumber.

The Demon Prince, with his crimson eyes gleaming in the low light, paced back and forth, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration. His father, the Demon King, watched him from his throne, his own eyes darkened with concern. The demons, while powerful and ruthless, knew that something beyond their understanding was coming.

"It's not just the woman," the Demon Prince growled, his voice deep and filled with fury. "There’s something else something far more powerful. I feel it in the bones of this world. It's as if the balance itself is shifting."

The Demon King nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful. "You're not wrong. The air has changed. I’ve felt it for some time now. Whatever is coming threatens not only tear apart the mortal realms but our own as well."

The others in the room, demons of various ranks, murmured their agreement. Though they lived for chaos and destruction, even they were unsettled by the looming force that seemed to press in on their world. The whispers of the woman who sought to upend Bora had reached them, but it was the undercurrent of something darker—something more ancient—that had their full attention now.

Far above them, in the celestial realm where the skies gleamed with ethereal light, the Angels felt it too. In the grand halls of the angelic court, the Archangels gathered. Their glowing wings shimmered with divine light, but their faces were marked with concern. Even the serene beauty of their paradise could not hide the unease that now gripped them.

The Angel Prince, a being of radiant power and grace, stood before the council, his wings spread wide as he addressed the other leaders. His eyes, usually calm and full of peace, now held a glint of worry.

"The threat we sensed before has only grown stronger," the Angel Prince said, his voice echoing through the hall. "The woman we spoke of is not the true danger. She is merely a harbinger. Something greater—something far more destructive—is coming."

The Archangel seated at the head of the council, an ancient being whose wings were nearly translucent with age and wisdom, nodded gravely. "I have felt it too. The stars themselves tremble with the weight of what approaches. This is no ordinary darkness. It is a force that seeks to consume not just the land of Bora, but all realms."

The Angelic court, known for its calm and measured ways, felt a ripple of fear pass through them. They were beings of order and light, guardians of peace. Yet, this impending force seemed beyond even their divine abilities. It was something primordial, a chaos that even they could not fully understand.

Both realms, demons and angels, felt the same dread. Though they were enemies, locked in an eternal struggle, both sides understood the severity of what was coming. The woman, with all her malice and destructive intentions, was but a shadow of the true force that would soon descend upon Bora.

In the depths of the realms, where the boundaries of time and space blurred, this being stirred. It was neither angel nor demon, neither living nor dead. It was a force beyond the comprehension of mortals and immortals alike. A power older than the world itself. This entity had watched for aeons, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and now, with the balance in Bora faltering, its time was near.