In the beginning, the universe was a void, a canvas of scattered light and endless darkness. From the emptiness, the goddess Viseyra was born, bestowed with the power to shape creation by the mysterious entity Ga-Eywa. Tasked with bringing balance a...
No longer bound by the constraints of their home, Azura and Taros found themselves in a dimension of emptiness—a void where neither light nor life existed.
After Taros' unconscious body passed through the enchanted door, Azura's essence separated from him. Her dark powers sealed the portal from within, ensuring that no force could break its barrier. The sacrifice was her only choice to protect Arthaz, Celestine, and the fragile remnants of the palace from further destruction.
Unsure of their location, Azura's essence drifted through the void, probing its edges. She sensed nothing but vast emptiness—a hollow universe devoid of form.
Taros stirred, regaining consciousness. He blinked in confusion at the unfamiliar surroundings before noticing the shadowy remnants of his mother's presence.
"Mother? Is that you?" Taros' voice carried guilt, tinged with sorrow.
"Yes, my son, it is me," Azura's ethereal voice echoed faintly.
"Where are we?"
"I do not know. I brought you through the west chamber, hoping the flames would leave your body and return to their place of origin. Instead, the fire consumed you entirely, and the door opened on its own. I brought you here to protect your father, your sister, and the universe from your flames," she replied softly.
Tears welled in Taros' eyes as he responded, "Mother, I'm sorry for what I did. I wasn't myself—the flames were controlling me. They're not just fire; they are something diabolical. They fed on my anger, making me stronger, but the more I gave in, the more I lost myself. I was gone."
Azura's shadow flickered with sorrow. "It's all right, my child. I forgive you. I only hope you can forgive me for the mistakes I made."
Taros hesitated, pain etched across his face. "What you did was unforgivable. You betrayed me. But... my love for you tempers my anger. I don't know how I feel."
The shadow shifted as Azura spoke again. "Taros, my form is fading. I am no longer whole. When your flames consumed me, they destroyed my sentient body. And now, we are apart from your father and sister, breaking the balance of creation. Verseya warned us at the beginning—Arthaz and I were never meant to separate, and you and Celestine were two halves of the same soul. In this dimension, the bonds are broken, and our powers destabilize. Soon, we will cease to exist."
Taros froze. "What can we do? There must be a way to stabilize ourselves!"
"There may be one way," Azura admitted. "But it will cost us everything. My essence, as the Archaic Goddess of Darkness, can fragment into countless shards, becoming the foundation for a new existence. You, my son, can use my dark power to split your fiery soul, forging your own creations. Together, we can fill this void with something new. But it will mean losing our consciousness, our identities—everything that makes us who we are."
Taros' form began to waver, pieces of his being flickering like embers in the wind. "I see. There's no other choice. If we must fade, then let us create something worth leaving behind."
Azura's voice softened, her final words carrying an overwhelming sense of love. "Goodbye, my son. I hope we meet again someday."
"I love you, Mother," Taros whispered as his body dissolved into fiery essence.
Azura and Taros' energies coalesced, swirling into an immense sphere of power. The void trembled under their combined strength as their essences shattered into millions of fragments. These fragments scattered, shaping the emptiness into something new.
A vast land of dark matter stretched across the cosmos, its base forged from Azura's essence. On the western edge, a colossal volcano erupted, spewing molten lava that carved rivers of fire through the landscape. Opposite the volcano, on the eastern side, a dark tower rose from the ground, shrouded in shadows.
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From the volcano, fiery beings emerged—creatures born of Taros' essence. They were fierce and powerful, the first inhabitants of this world. From the tower, shadowy entities formed, created from Azura's fragmented soul. These beings were mysterious and cunning, tethered to the darkness.
Two figures stood apart from the rest, crafted by the strongest fragments of their creators. From the heart of the volcano emerged Zarisa, a celestial being with flaming red hair, alabaster skin, and black eyes. Her hands conjured flames with ease, marking her as a powerful pyromancer and leader of the fiery domain.
Atop the shadowy tower stood Kaelthaz, a pale-skinned celestial with ash-gray hair and piercing blue eyes. His hands wielded shadows, making him a formidable shadowmancer and ruler of the dark tower.
Between the volcano and the tower lay a hidden door, a remnant of the chamber that brought Taros and Azura to this place. Its purpose would remain a mystery for centuries to come.
This new world, forged from fire and darkness, would soon become known as Tataros—a realm of fire and shadow, shaped by the sacrifices of its progenitors.
