The beginning of the end. Matilda walked through the grand, ethereal hallway that stretched endlessly before her. The floor beneath her feet gleamed with an otherworldly light, shimmering with shades of gold and silver, as if the very ground was alive with celestial energy. The air felt cool, crisp, and unnaturally still, giving the space an eerie serenity. High above her, massive archways soared, their smooth surfaces carved with ancient symbols that glowed faintly, casting soft, flickering shadows along the walls. Columns of translucent crystal lined both sides of the hallway, each one pulsing softly with an inner glow. Behind them, the space beyond seemed like a hazy dream—fields of starlight and floating orbs of energy that shimmered and danced in slow motion, as if time itself moved differently here. It was a place where the laws of reality seemed to bend, a space suspended between realms. As Matilda continued, the vast openness of the hallway began to narrow, leading
Matilda approached the altar, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the immense power humming beneath the surface, waiting, anticipating its release. The Eldershard crystal seemed to vibrate against her skin, its light growing brighter with each step she took.She stood before the altar, the cold stone towering above her, and reached for the crystal. The amulet was warm in her hand, almost burning, as if eager to fulfill its purpose. She lifted it high, holding it above the altar, and with a deep breath, pressed the crystal against the ancient markings carved into the stone.The reaction was Immediate. The runes on the ground began to glow fiercely, the blue light spreading outward in waves, illuminating the entire clearing. The earth beneath her feet trembled, and the air became thick with power, crackling with energy. A deep rumble echoed from within the ground, growing louder, more intense, as if something massive was stirring from a long slumber.Matilda stepped back,
Familiar FacesAs the air around them crackled with tension, Zakira, Asher, and Archer stood at a safe distance, their eyes locked on the monstrous form of Velakar, which loomed menacingly in the clearing. The ground beneath them trembled as the creature took heavy steps, edging ever closer to the city beyond the forest.“It’s worse than we thought,” Zakira murmured, her gaze never leaving the creature. Asher stood by her side, silent but tense, his fists clenched as he tried to process the immensity of the threat before them.Archer, who had brought them here in an instant, scanned their surroundings. His mind raced as he tried to formulate a strategy. “We can’t let that thing reach the city. It’ll tear through it like paper,” he muttered under his breath, already calculating their options.Just as the weight of the situation settled over them, a sudden brightness flared in the sky. It was so intense that for a moment, the group instinctively shielded their eyes. A radiant glow des
** ** **“Hey there.”“How’s it going?” Stephan said. “I was starting to believe you just left me here to rot.”“Why would I do that? I want control as much as you do.”“So how are you going to get me out?”“Patience. We’ll just give the Velakar time to properly beat Astrid and any reinforcements she calls in.”“What if they actually subdue it?”“It’s not possible. The creature is immortal and also intelligent. Astrid has raw power but not enough battle experience to be able to take it down. She’ll bruise it but it’ll win eventually.”“Just do your part. There’s no point waiting.”“It’s not as easy as you think.”“What’s so hard in summoning a meeting of the celestials and suggesting they release me to earth to take control of the situation that Astrid obviously can not?”“I’ll try.” Orionis said. “Just hang in there for me. Don’t go anywhere.”“Like I could if I wanted to.”** ** **Matilda perched on a high tree branch, her legs swinging lazily as she watched the chaotic battle unfo
Phase ThreeIn the vast celestial chamber where the Council of Elders convened, the air was thick with the tension of mounting concern. The room itself was a marvel of divine craftsmanship, a perfect blend of cosmic beauty and ethereal power. Massive columns made of light and stardust supported the infinite dome, and the floor seemed to reflect the endless constellations swirling above. Each of the seven council members sat upon their thrones, representing the fundamental forces of creation.First, seated at the head of the chamber, was Seraphiel, the Radiant One. His presence illuminated the space, blinding in its brilliance, as if a thousand suns burned within him. His voice, when it spoke, was soft yet carried the weight of millennia. His wings, vast and golden, shimmered with every slight movement.To his right sat Orionis, the Stellar Guardian, composed of swirling galaxies and draped in the very fabric of the cosmos. His translucent form, flecked with the sparkle of distant s
After the meeting concluded, Orionis accompanied two celestial guards as they descended into the depths of the celestial prison. The shimmering hallways were lined with ethereal runes designed to keep even the most powerful beings contained.At the far end of the prison stood a door, shimmering with protective wards. The guards exchanged glances before opening it, revealing Stephan, the former arbiter, sitting in the dimly lit cell. His form was diminished, but his eyes still burned with an intensity that suggested his power had never truly faded.The guards unbound him, their expressions filled with distrust. As they stepped back, Orionis remained, his gaze locked on Stephan.The moment the guards were out of sight, Stephan stood and stretched, his joints cracking in the silence. He turned to Orionis with a smirk that sent a chill down the Stellar Guardian’s spine.“Phase two, complete,” Stephan said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.Orionis stiffened, his galaxies swirling in
Phase Three II Matilda soared through the sky, her heart pounding as she pushed herself to fly faster. The wind whipped through her hair, but her mind was focused on one thing: the Eldershard crystal. It was the key to everything—the only thing that could stop Stephan from carrying out his plan. Her father was fast, but she was determined to get there first. The hidden location was nestled deep within a mountain range, shielded by ancient magic. As Matilda approached, she spotted the faint glimmer of the crystal tucked away in the crevice of a towering rock. Without hesitation, she landed and reached for it. The moment her fingers brushed against the Eldershard, a surge of energy pulsed through her, warm and familiar. She held the crystal in her hands, feeling its immense power thrumming beneath the surface. It shimmered like a captured star, glowing with an otherworldly light. But before she could fully absorb its energy, a voice echoed from behind her. “Matilda.” S
Hovering above him, Damien loomed closer, his eyes glowing brighter with every second, his chest heaving with the intensity of his anger. Stephan spat blood onto the ground, a faint smile curling on his lips despite the pain. “I guess… anger really does take a werewolf’s power to the next level,” he muttered, wiping more blood from his lip. His gaze sharpened as he stared at Damien’s cold, unyielding eyes. “But if you want a real fight… let’s make it more interesting.” With that, Stephan reached for the Eldershard crystal that hung from his neck. As his fingers curled around the amulet, the crystal pulsed with an ancient power. It began to glow, its silver light expanding outward, wrapping around Stephan like a cocoon. The energy crackled and surged through his body, and he let out a guttural growl as the crystal’s power fused with his very essence. The air around him began to shimmer, distorting with the raw energy being unleashed. Stephan’s injuries disappeared in an inst