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...
Three days before the comet appeared in Celestia...
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Kaelthaz woke from a deep, restless slumber, his heart pounding like a drum in the silence. His pale face was slick with sweat, beads rolling down his cheeks and neck as he gasped for air. He sat up abruptly, his ice-blue eyes glowing faintly in the darkness of his chambers. The obsidian crystals embedded in his skin glimmered like stars, responding to the surge of energy coursing through him. Fear gripped him, unfamiliar yet undeniable.
Without hesitation, Kaelthaz shifted into his shadow form. His figure dissolved into a swirl of ash-gray and black tendrils, moving as though carried by an invisible wind. He floated effortlessly through the towering arches of his chamber, slipping out of the high window into the vast void that stretched above Tataros.
From the pinnacle of the Dark Tower, Kaelthaz descended, his form a wisp of shadow that coiled and flowed like a living river. Below him, the barren expanse of Tataros stretched endlessly—an oppressive, desolate land of fire and darkness. He drifted swiftly toward the volcano, his destination clear.
At the heart of the volcano lay Zarisa's chambers, a blazing sanctuary carved into the molten rock. As Kaelthaz entered, the heat enveloped him, yet he paid it no mind. Zarisa stood in the center of the chamber, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a living flame. Her golden-yellow eyes burned with intensity, and her hands glowed faintly with residual heat as though she had just conjured flames. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling in sync with her labored breaths.
She turned sharply to face him, her eyes locking onto his with unspoken understanding.
"Did you see it too?" Zarisa asked, her voice steady but tinged with urgency.
Kaelthaz nodded, his pale features shadowed by worry. "Yes, I saw it again. How many times has it been this year? I've lost count."
Zarisa clenched her fists, her fiery aura intensifying. "It's happening more often. This... this is not normal. Do you think it will ever come true?"
Kaelthaz's gaze dropped to the ground, his expression heavy with sorrow. "I don't know," he admitted. "Even if our visions are true, what can we do? This desolate place is our prison. We've searched for a way out, but there is none. The endless void above us is just that—a void. It leads nowhere."
Zarisa's fiery resolve wavered for a moment, a rare vulnerability crossing her face. "I just wish we could help them. Those people in our visions... whoever they are. And that place... that beautiful place—it feels so familiar, yet there's nothing like it in this realm. Is it even real? Or could it be from another time?"
Kaelthaz stepped closer, his voice low and steady. "I feel your frustration, Zarisa. But one day, this will all make sense. It has to."
Seven years had passed since Tataros came into being, a realm forged in the chaotic wake of Taros and Azura's creation of the cosmos. Despite the immense power of its rulers, Kaelthaz and Zarisa, Tataros remained barren and lifeless—a land of ash, fire, and shadow. The realm was bleak, shaped by elements of destruction: fire, which consumed everything in its path, and darkness, which shrouded it in eternal night.
