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Lyra, the Goddess of Dreams 40, Part 170

As Lord Seth's cruel laughter echoed across the darkened meadow, the air suddenly crackled with an otherworldly energy. A blinding flash of violet light erupted between the heroes and Seth, forcing them to shield their eyes. When the radiance faded, a towering figure stood before them - a being of such otherworldly majesty that the very fabric of reality seemed to warp around her presence.

She was easily twice the height of a mortal, her form draped in shimmering robes that appeared to be woven from the very essence of twilight. Her skin glowed with an inner light that pulsed in time with the beating of unseen stars. A crown of crystalline shards adorned her brow, each facet reflecting infinite possibilities. When she spoke, her voice resonated with the music of celestial spheres.

"Hold, usurper," she intoned, fixing Lord Seth with a gaze that could pierce the veil between worlds. "You lay claim to that which was never yours to possess."

Seth's arrogant smirk faltered as he beheld the new arrival. "Who dares interfere?" he snarled, shadows coiling around him like agitated serpents.

The luminous being drew herself up to her full, imposing height. "I am Astraea, Keeper of the Cosmic Balance and Guardian of the Nexus of All Realities. The Shadow Soul is under my protection, a lynchpin in the great tapestry of existence."

She turned her gaze to Alric, who felt as though the weight of eternity pressed upon him. "Young one, the artifact you hold is far more than a mere source of power. It is a fragment of primordial creation, without which the very foundations of reality may crumble."

Astraea extended a hand wreathed in starlight. "I implore you, relinquish the Shadow Soul to my safekeeping. Only I have the power to contain its corrupting influence and maintain the cosmic equilibrium."

Lord Seth's eyes blazed with fury. "Lies!" he roared. "The Shadow Soul is the key to my ascension! I will not be denied!"

"The Shadow Soul is not yours to command, Seth," Astraea declared, her gaze fixed upon the pulsing artifact in Alric's grasp. "It was forged in the crucible of creation itself, long before your kind crawled from the primordial darkness. Its power is meant to maintain the balance between light and shadow, not to be wielded as a weapon for your petty ambitions."

As she spoke, the air around her began to shimmer and twist, reality itself seeming to bend to her will. Ghostly images flickered into existence - visions of ancient battles, of cosmic forces clashing on a scale beyond mortal comprehension. Alric and his companions watched in awe as the history of the Shadow Soul unfolded before their eyes.

They saw it take shape in the heart of a dying star, forged by beings of pure energy whose forms hurt to look upon. They witnessed its journey across countless worlds and dimensions, always seeking to maintain the delicate balance between light and darkness. And they saw the moment it was stolen, wrenched from its appointed guardians by shadowy figures that bore an unsettling resemblance to Lord Seth.

"The Soul remembers," Astraea intoned, her voice echoing with the weight of eons. "It recognizes its true purpose, and it rejects your claim, Seth. Release your hold on these mortals and the girl, and perhaps I will show you mercy."

Lord Seth's face contorted with rage, shadows boiling around him like a tempest. "Mercy?" he spat. "I need no mercy from you, star-spawn! The Shadow Soul is mine!"...