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"Guess we gods can't do everything... yet."
- Kamaria
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Amber POV
*Swish! *
"Eh? What happened to my kingdom?!" Everley cried, her voice rising in disbelief as we were transported back to the hills of Perihelion. The once vibrant skies were now draped in gray, thick with smoke, and the distant cries of her people echoed like a haunting song across the scorched wind.
"There's smoke everywhere... and I can hear them screaming," she whispered, stunned. Her shock quickly turned into fury. "What happened while we were gone?!"
Zale crossed his arms, gaze fixed on the dark horizon. "That's not even the worst I've seen," he muttered, emotionless.
Everley spun on him. "Of course it isn't for you! You let your kingdom suffer!"
Zale faltered, her words striking deeper than he'd show. He didn't reply.
"That's life, Princess," I said, half-laughing. "But Zale...be a man and try to understand how Evvy feels. She's not just a royal-she's their last hope."
Everley, smug, stuck out her tongue at Zale. He only turned away with a quiet scoff.
"Considering how long we were gone... I'd guess weeks have passed here," I added, my eyes narrowing at the broken silhouettes of towers in the distance. "No wonder it's nearly in ruins. And today... today is the day the Demon Lords arrive."
"One day in Iefyr equals a week out here," Zale said, calculating the time distortion aloud. "The realms are out of sync again."
"Exactly. So... are you two ready for your comeback?" I asked with a grin.
They both nodded, eyes steady with purpose.
Ah, what a sight! Both of them radiant when serious. I dressed Everley in a flowing green elven dress-light and agile. Zale wore the tailored brown tailcoat I made for him. He looked every bit the noble warrior he was born to be.
"Showtime."
*Swish!*
I teleported the three of us inside the ruined palace. The air was thick-heavy, damp, almost bitter on the tongue. We appeared on the upper balcony overlooking the throne room, the perfect perch to watch the play unfold below.
There, seated like an entitled child, was Dolor-lounging arrogantly on the throne, servants trembling as they fed and entertained him.
"Ugh, this guy gives me the icks," Everley muttered, visibly disgusted. "A grown man with a toddler's mind."
I laughed. "Couldn't have said it better."
Dolor's laughter rang out boisterous and unearned. But it cut off abruptly as a black flame slashed through the air, hissing like a curse.
Ah, right on cue.
"And now... Act Two: Paying the Price," I whispered, leaning forward as the room shifted into chaos.
From the flame stepped Scelus and Lamia - the demonic elegance personified. The entire hall fell silent. Even Dolor's arrogance shriveled.
"Well, well," Scelus said, voice echoing with dramatic venom, "drowning in desire like a child in honey."
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The Goddess Rewrites a Tale
FantasiTancy Enid, who was a well-known writer died into a car accident after getting dump by her dearest best friend. When she opens her eyes she only see pitch black and felt strange about her body. Eventually, she found her self reincarnated as Amber Gl...
