FINAL GATE OF HELL – SEALED ROOM
The ground trembled. The walls pulsed as if alive, reacting to sothing ancient... sothing angry.
Azreal’s mark burned fiercely on his chest, glowing like a crimson star. His eyes widened, glowing to match it.
Arian spun around, sensing the change.
"No... this is bad."
BOOM!
A massive shockwave of raw, primal energy exploded from Azreal, blowing Arian back. The obelisk seal nearby cracked with a thunderous snap, glowing from within.
Arian’s eyes widened. "We need to leave—NOW!"
He transford in a flash of golden feathers, lifting the unconscious Azreal into a magical satchel strapped across his back. With a powerful flap of his wings, he soared out of the crumbling chamber, just as the ground split beneath them.
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AZREAL’S ROOM – ROYAL PALACE
Far from the chaos, Hulk stepped out into the hall. But then—
BOOM!
He froze.
"What the hell is that energy...?"
He turned, his eyes narrowing. Sarah rushed to him.
"Hulk, sothing’s wrong. That power... it’s coming from the Sealed Room."
His fists clenched. "That can’t be good. I’ll check it out."
He ran, his steps shaking the palace floor.
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SEALED ROOM
Inside, the coffin now floated in mid-air, its black surface glowing with eerie light. Chains that once bound it shattered one by one with crackling bursts, like thunder claps.
The body inside rose slowly. Paper seals covered it from head to toe, glowing faintly.
Aria stood in the center of the chaos, screaming as her body was engulfed in rising, dancing flas. Her mark pulsed uncontrollably.
The seals on the floating body responded to her cry. They caught fire...
One by one...
They burned.
And as they turned to ash, the figure within was revealed.
The sealed body.
A man—tall, bare-chested, glowing with divine and demonic light. His hair was silver-white, flowing like wind. Even unconscious, his presence weighed heavy. The pressure from his body alone made the very air tremble.
And then—
BOOM!
A radiant burst of light exploded from the figure’s chest.
Aria’s flas roared higher in response. Her body glowed red, then pink. Her pupils narrowed into slits, her hair floated wildly as divine magic surged through her.
She scread—not in pain, but in transcendence.
Her body transford—nine ethereal pink tails erupted behind her, blazing like suns. Her clothes burned away and reford into fla-woven robes, elegant and flowing. Her aura beca majestic, overwhelming... divine.
Aria hovered in the air, eyes glowing pink, her power uncontained.
A partial awakening.
A true Celestial Fox—goddess of fla and fury.
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THE FIGURE – Y’THARION
The glowing man’s eyes opened.
He blinked, then stared at his hands. His voice was calm but echoed with power.
"...It seems Sin did it after all. That’s good."
Sin stepped out from the shadows behind the altar, kneeling. "Welco back."
But before he could say more—
BOOM
The figure disappeared in a blink and reappeared right in front of him.
He grabbed the man next to Sin—the one who had aided the resurrection—by the neck.
The man gasped, struggling to breathe. "L-Lord Sin! What’s going on?! Help !"
Sin smiled, stepping into the light. His face was identical to the resurrected figure.
"I told you, didn’t I?" he said calmly. "We’re rely vessels. Supplents. For our one true god—Fin."
The resurrected man—Y’tharion—laughed.
"You should really explain these things to your followers, Sin."
Then without hesitation—
He stabbed Fin through the chest with his hand.
Blood splattered.
Fin’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed. From his chest, Y’tharion pulled out a glowing, burning orb—a fire soul.
He devoured it without hesitation, flas dancing on his lips.
Sin stood silently as Y’tharion tossed Fin’s body away like trash.
The chanting cultists who had helped awaken him backed away in horror.
Y’tharion turned to them, cracking his neck. "Sinners," he said, disgusted. "Ti for divine punishnt."
He raised his hand. One by one, they floated into the air, gasping and crying.
Sin watched, smirking.
Their fire souls ripped from their bodies in waves of light. The cultists dropped dead, one after another.
Y’tharion absorbed their souls, then turned to Sin. "Is that her?" he asked, pointing at Aria.
Sin nodded. "Yes, of course. But she’s not fully awakened yet. We’ll take the key now."
He floated up to her, placing a gentle hand on her flaming chest. A glowing orb slowly ford where his hand touched.
He stabbed in with his other hand, drawing out a glowing sphere—the Key.
Aria’s body convulsed. Her flas extinguished in a sudden wave.
She dropped, unconscious, back to her normal form. A faint trail of blood leaked from her chest.
Sin held the glowing key. "Thanks for your cooperation."
He turned to Y’tharion. "Let’s go."
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ENTRANCE – SEALED ROOM
BOOM!
The doors exploded open. Hulk stord in just in ti to see the two figures—Sin and Y’tharion—standing inside a glowing magic circle.
Sin gave a little wave. "Stop right there!" Hulk shouted.
But in a flash—they vanished.
Hulk rushed forward, eyes wide. The coffin—empty. The seal—broken. Aria—unconscious, bleeding.
"No..."
He picked her up gently and sprinted out.
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ROYAL PALACE – AZREAL’S ROOM
Arian laid Azreal gently on the bed. Sweat poured down his face. The mark on Azreal’s chest still glowed faintly.
Sarah rushed in. "What happened?"
"His mark... it manifested. He was in pain, and then he just collapsed."
Suddenly—
BANG!
The door slamd open. Hulk charged in, carrying Aria.
"Move!"
He placed her beside Azreal on the bed.
"Aria!" Arian gasped. "What happened?!"
"She was in the sealed room. I found her like this. There were two of them... I swear one was Sin. And..."
He hesitated.
"The coffin is empty. The seal—it’s been broken."
Everyone froze.
Sarah’s voice trembled. "How... how was it broken?"
"I don’t know," Hulk admitted.
Arian clenched his fists. "We’ll figure that out later. Right now, we need to focus on them."
He turned. "Hulk, go. Call Lady Selmora. We need her healing now."
"On it." Hulk rushed out.
Sarah turned to leave. "I’ll notify the Pillars about the situation."
Arian stayed by Azreal and Aria, eyes heavy with guilt.
"I’m sorry... my lord... I couldn’t protect her. And now you suffer alone..."
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VAL’KARAS – THE HEART
Deep beneath the earth, the second obelisk seal cracked. Magic spilled like molten gold.
Y’tharion and Sin stood before it.
"Why didn’t you use her blood to break this one too?" Y’tharion asked.
Sin shrugged. "There were... interferences. I used another thod."
Y’tharion didn’t care. "As long as it works."
BOOOOM!
The obelisk shattered in a blinding wave of holy and hellish light.
From within the seal, a figure floated out, wrapped in glowing flas. His skin was pale, marked with ancient runes. His hair was pitch-black, and he had no visible pupils—only light in place of eyes.
He floated down, barefoot, naked, surrounded by the aura of death.
Y’tharion stepped back, even he feeling the weight.
The man opened his mouth and said in a cold, hollow voice—
"...It looks like Sin succeeded."
Sin smiled. "How was your sleep... Death?"
Death looked around. "It’s been... a long ti."
Sin handed him dark robes. He slipped them on.
Y’tharion asked, "Where is your hideout?"
Sin turned, smirking. "Follow ."
A massive gate appeared before them, glowing and pulsing with forbidden power.
As they stepped through it—
Sin muttered, almost to himself:
"The countdown... to our new world... has begun."
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To be continued...
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