The battlefield became shrouded in a dense miasma, coiling around the armies of Lumos like a sinister veil. From the distant fringes and within the heart of the chaos, the air was alive with the incantations of magic spells, rhythmic chanting, and the faint crackle of energy. Vibrant bursts of light pierced through the murky clouds, painting the skies with a kaleidoscope of colors as the battle stretched endlessly across the land. The clash of steel rang out—sharp and unrelenting—as knights engaged in fierce combat against the nightmarish creatures emerging from the shadows.

  Amid the cacophony, the anguished cries of knights, sorcerers, magic warriors, and priestesses interwove with the feral screeches of the dark entities lurking in the miasma. Together, the soldiers of Lumos fought valiantly, scattered across the battlefield yet united in purpose. At the heart of the fray, The Mighty Knights held their ground with unyielding resolve, battling corrupted beasts and humanoid foes that surged from the darkness. Their defiance shone like a beacon amidst the chaos, a symbol of hope against the tide of corruption.

  "Cael, put up a barrier... Genesis, strengthen our defenses... and Gaia, create a distraction," commanded Vox with urgency.

  “There must be a way to resolve this calamity peacefully, without spilling more blood. The earth... it’s... becoming... tainted...” Gaia murmured wearily, his energy waning as magic surged around his sheathed sword.

  "Three kingdoms—Galehaven, Ignisara, and Terravon—have succumbed to darkness. Three of the four divination spheres are shattered and can no longer hold back the spreading corruption," Genesis declared, magic coursing through his unsheathed sword.

  "Tidesreach holds the final divination sphere, the last barrier keeping the darkness at bay. I know we're weary after three relentless days of battle, but we must press on..." Cael said, his voice faltering as he paused.

  A powerful surge of magic enveloped the knights, nullifying all magical forces within the vicinity. Unbidden thoughts flooded their minds, as if an unseen voice whispered a dire ultimatum: surrender and live, or resist and perish. The oppressive weight in the air rendered it eerily stagnant, and the sensation was like an invisible force pressing down on their thoughts, throwing their minds into disarray with the looming shadow of impending doom.

  “…Bwahaha,” a maniacal laugh reverberated through the darkness. From the obsidian fog emerged a shadowy figure—a woman with ghostly pale skin and long, jet-black hair cascading to the ground. She wore a tattered black dress, her hands, feet, and face concealed beneath blood-soaked bandages.

  The knights turned slowly, their movements heavy with disbelief as they beheld the figure of their arch nemesis. The magic they had summoned dissipated in an instant, leaving only faint glimmers of dying spell-sparks in the air. The woman inhaled deeply, her breath carrying an unsettling resonance as her voice reverberated with an otherworldly echo.

  "Ah, the folly of mankind," she intoned with a chilling calmness. "The Mighty Knights, is it? I am the darkness itself, the harbinger of nightmares, the embodiment of chaos. I am... DEATH."

  Every two centuries, a calamity befalls the four elemental kingdoms of Lumos, unleashing destruction and despair. The first of these catastrophic events introduced fragments of magic to its once non-magical people, paving the way for the rise of vocation magic among select individuals. This monumental shift gave birth to priests, priestesses, charmers, magic knights, and holy knights, each discovering their magical abilities at the age of sixteen.

  A ceremonial rite, held for those who come of age, summons a spirit known as The Aarti. Chosen individuals are granted magical abilities, either for combat or for peace. In rare instances, they receive unique powers, shaped by their mental resilience and magical aptitude. With each passing century, new generations of magic users refine their skills, discovering innovative ways to wield their abilities in both harmonious and combative forms.

  Interestingly, the spirits summoned during the rite are not limited to their assigned kingdom alone. These mystical entities can originate from an interconnected reservoir of elements, transcending the boundaries of the kingdoms.

  The rise of magic divided the land into four distinct kingdoms, the first of which was Terravon. Encircled by towering mountains and dense forest thickets, Terravon relied on its natural barriers for defense against enemy incursions. Its inhabitants, deeply attuned to nature and earth-based magic, wielded a variety of mystical abilities—summoning golems, plant-like creatures, and giant insects; mastering healing arts; and controlling stone, mud, and crystals. Rarely, some displayed a unique gift for gemcrafting, crafting wonders that shimmered with enchantment.

  From a bird’s-eye view, Terravon was a spectacle of life and magic. Vines, vibrant flowers, petite trees, animals, and insects intertwined with every structure in the kingdom. Homes were built from rocks, mud, and plants, blending seamlessly into the natural landscape. Shops, on the other hand, gleamed with gems and crystals, casting soft, radiant light day and night.

  At the heart of the kingdom stood its awe-inspiring castle, constructed entirely from emerald. Its neon-green radiance illuminated the ground below, while its towering spires pierced the clouds. The glowing clouds above served as a guiding beacon for travelers lost in the sprawling forests and rugged mountain ranges.

  The second kingdom to arise was Ignisara, dominated by a colossal volcano that loomed over the valley and its kingdom. The volcano spewed rivers of lava, carving fiery barriers that sundered the land. From above, Ignisara was a vibrant, molten tapestry teeming with life: dragons soared alongside flame birds, while trees brimming with glowing embers sparkled in the heat. Some greenery adapted to the intense conditions, their leaves glowing with shades of green, while others adopted a deep purple hue from prolonged exposure to the heatwave.

  Homes were forged from molten rock and graphite, seamlessly blending with the fiery landscape. Shops, on the other hand, were crafted from slate and magnetite, etched with intricate flame patterns and volcanic symbols. The kingdom itself radiated an otherworldly glow, emanating from a magnificent obsidian castle. Its orange and red luminescence altered the very fabric of the surroundings, causing plant life and creatures to evolve rapidly, forming entirely new species.

  The people of Ignisara were masters of fire and blacksmithing magic, their connection to the elemental flame unmatched. They possessed abilities to tame dragons, summon fiery creatures of all kinds, and wield fire and lava as extensions of themselves. Rare individuals exhibited extraordinary talents, mastering dragon blood magic or the elusive Phoenix magic, further cementing Ignisara as a beacon of raw elemental power.

  The third kingdom of Galehaven emerged magnificently, suspended above a vast expanse of water. From an aerial perspective, one could witness the vital roles of gem-crafting, blacksmithing, and enchanting in the rise of technomancy. This innovative art harnessed mana from enchantments to power machinery, enabling the structures to float gracefully through the application of wind magic. The advent of technomancy also brought forth effortless travel between the islands, achieved by summoning multicolored clouds to transport both goods and people.

  Rivers cascaded down the sides of some floating islands, their waters shimmering with a rainbow glow as they weaved between the structures. These waters were ingeniously recycled, creating airborne rivers flowing between islands. Throughout the kingdom, vibrant trees and plants added bursts of color to the landscape. The houses, crafted from celestite and selenite, exuded a crystalline elegance, while the shops, built from glowing citrine, bathed the streets in a soft golden light during the night.

  The residents of Galehaven were deeply attuned to wind, levitation, and flight magic. They excelled in enchanting and enhancement spells, possessing a unique affinity with lightning, healing, regeneration, and purification.

  The last of the elemental kingdoms was Tidesreach, a marvel perched above the ocean’s surface. A grand bridge extended from the shore to its gates, welcoming all who approached. Residences were constructed from shimmering glass, offering breathtaking ocean views, and adorned with bornite, giving them a serene blue hue. The shops, crafted from radiant azurite, absorbed sunlight during the day, casting a gentle glow across the night sky.

  At the heart of the kingdom stood the castle, a resplendent structure built from sapphire and diamond. It radiated a soft, sky-blue light that danced upon the reflective surfaces of nearby homes. Water cascaded down the castle walls and its grand doors, where intricate water magic parted the streams to form elegant archways for entry.

  The people of Tidesreach lived in harmony with water, their magic deeply attuned to its essence. They excelled in water-based, divination, barrier, and healing spells. A select few possessed rare affinities for lunar magic and teleportation. With the advent of technomancy, the kingdom advanced further, creating an oxygen barrier that allowed it to sink beneath the waves and thrive in the ocean depths. Teleportation magic became essential, enabling the rapid transport of goods and individuals, either by atomizing them into water particles or propelling them at the speed of light.

  Tidesreach was not just a kingdom; it was a harmonious blend of nature and innovation, standing as a beacon of progress and beauty.

  As the years unfolded, Lumos flourished into a realm of progress and sophistication, marked by its thriving trade agreements, strategic financial contracts, fortified war reserves, and groundbreaking educational initiatives. These advancements laid the foundation for a prosperous society, uniting its people under shared aspirations and ambitions.

  Among the most transformative establishments were the magic schools and armories, both of which became pillars of Lumos's identity and strength. Magic schools were designed to welcome individuals of all skill levels, opening their doors to anyone with even a hint of magical aptitude. These institutions served as sanctuaries of learning, nurturing talent and fostering an environment where magic could be studied, practiced, and refined. Within their hallowed halls, the vibrancy of academic life was palpable. Literature discussions echoed through spacious chambers; libraries brimmed with ancient tomes and modern treatises; summoning circles glowed with ethereal light; potions bubbled and brewed in intricate alchemical apparatus; and flowers floated lazily in the air, animated by unseen spells. The air itself seemed alive with chants, spell casting, and invocations, creating a symphony of arcane discovery.

  For those with exceptional magical gifts, the schools provided specialized training, delving into the arts of combat magic and rigorous physical conditioning. These elite students were molded into protectors and warriors, mastering techniques that demanded precision, discipline, and resilience.

  Meanwhile, the armories played a complementary role, operating as vital centers for training the kingdom's defenders. Guards and magic knights honed their craft within these establishments, learning to enhance their physical capabilities, perfect their swordsmanship, and wield sword magic with unparalleled skill. They were also versed in the healing properties of herbal medicine, ensuring they could tend to injuries in the heat of battle.

  Together, the magic schools and armories not only bolstered the realm's defense but also enriched its culture and sense of purpose. They symbolized the harmonious blend of intellect, discipline, and unity that defined Lumos, guiding its people toward a brighter, more secure future. Through these institutions, the realm stood as a beacon of resilience and ingenuity, its legacy destined to endure for generations to come.

  Fifty years remained until the next calamity. In preparation, the royals of Lumos' elemental kingdoms convened in a secluded location to strategize their defense against the encroaching darkness. A procession from each kingdom journeyed to the heart of Lumos, each convoy escorted by elite knights clad in shimmering gold, copper, silver, and bronze.

  Leading the silver-armored contingent was a black-haired male knight carrying a flag adorned with a rippling raindrop, the emblem of water. At the center of this group rode King Aalto of Tidesreach, a striking figure with brilliant blue hair, pale skin, and a sharp visage. His hair was slicked back, and a diamond crown adorned his head. The knights of Tidesreach donned silver armor that glinted like moonlight, riding majestic aqua cats.

  To the convoy's left was the copper-armored entourage of Galehaven, led by a brown-haired female knight holding a banner with feathered wings encircled by wind—a symbol of air. Here was King Sou of Galehaven, his dark green hair dazzling, his light green eyes shining with intelligence. His neutral-toned skin matched his noble demeanor, with his short-cropped hair crowned with understated elegance. Galehaven's warriors wore copper armor that gleamed like the setting sun as they rode upon grand eagles.

  To the right stood the fiery bronze-armored procession of Ingisara, heralded by a red-haired male knight bearing a flag with flames. Queen Adsila of Ingisara followed—a vision of beauty with her long black hair that seemed to blaze with fire. Her tanned skin radiated warmth, and her crown of fire crystals and obsidian sparkled brilliantly. Her knights, adorned in radiant bronze armor, rode fearsome dragons that reflected the brilliance of the daybreak.

  Finally, leading the golden-armored column was a purple-haired female knight with a flag emblazoned with a forest overshadowed by towering mountains—a symbol of earth. At the forefront was Queen Juniper of Terravon, a vision of elegance with emerald-bright eyes, long brown hair embellished with green pearls, and tanned skin glowing with vitality. She was crowned with a regal combination of emeralds and amethysts. The Terravon knights, in gold armor that gleamed like sunlight, rode into the gathering astride formidable bears.

  This convergence of kingdoms marked a rare alliance, as the leaders prepared to face an uncertain, shadowed future.

  The convoy pressed onward, nearing a vast complex at the center of the four kingdoms, its white stone structures towering solemnly against the expansive field. The air around them buzzed faintly, charged with magic that seemed to ripple through the atmosphere. Whirls of mana danced like ethereal currents, shimmering and casting faint glows over the wild grass below. A faint hum echoed in their ears, blending with the distant rustle of leaves caught in a soft, magical breeze.

  The gates lay crumbled and lifeless, heavy slabs of stone scattered across the entrance as if something immense had torn them apart with brute force. The scent of damp earth and decaying foliage hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of magic. Queen Juniper stepped forward, her outstretched hand glowing faintly as she willed the fragmented door into mulch. The sound of crumbling stone and cascading soil reverberated through the solemn silence, punctuated only by the soft murmur of mana flow.

  As the royals cautiously entered the abandoned fortress, the interior seemed alive in its decay. The walls, once pristine, were draped in lifeless vines that crackled underfoot like brittle parchment. Spiderwebs clung to every corner, glistening faintly under the dim light that seeped in from cracks and gaps above. Small critters scurried across the uneven stone floors and along the walls, their movements stirring faint echoes in the cavernous space. The earthy scent grew heavier here, tinged with the faint mustiness of long-forgotten places.

  At the heart of this desolate landscape stood a breathtaking anomaly—a colossal tree adorned with leaves as vibrant as the cerulean heavens. Luminous green veins coursed through its trunk and sprawling branches, emitting a soft, rhythmic glow that reflected faintly off the encircling stone walls. The air around it carried a crisp, revitalizing scent, akin to the freshness of rainfall mingled with the vitality of thriving nature.

  Towering before the radiant tree was a stately white stone edifice, standing firm and unyielding at an impressive height of 40 feet. The tower was wreathed in a cascade of glowing blue roses, their dense, resplendent petals exuding a gentle, ethereal light that suffused the surroundings with an otherworldly azure glow. These roses released a delicate floral aroma—rich and invigorating, yet imbued with a hint of enchantment, as though they concealed a long-forgotten mystic essence.

  Notably, the tower bore no visible entrance or window, its surface an unbroken expanse of white stone, as though guarding its mysteries with impenetrable secrecy.

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  Each step forward seemed to stir the magic lingering in the air, like unseen currents pulling at the royals' senses, beckoning them toward the mysteries awaiting within.

  “My head... it feels like it’s being crushed from the inside,” groaned King Sou, his voice strained as though each word waged a battle to escape.

  Queen Juniper raised her gaze to the skies and pointed. “The magic is gathering above the pinnacle of the tower,” she explained, her toned laced with urgency.

  Above the pinnacle of the tower, streams of magic spiraled in a mesmerizing dance, twisting together like liquid rainbows. Specks of light, like tiny stars, flickered as they fell, each one seeming to hum faintly before dissolving against the tower’s surface.

  Rivulets of luminous residue oozed from the glowing tree, like liquid starlight, tracing irregular paths down its bark before striking the ground. Wherever they landed, a violet bloom erupted with an audible hiss, vivid and ephemeral, fading to nothingness in seconds.

  Queen Adsila swung off her dragon with practiced grace, her escorts following in synchronized motion. The sharp clatter of armor punctuated the otherwise quiet atmosphere, echoing like a metallic heartbeat against the cold stone walls.

  She pressed her hand against the earth, unleashing a surge of energy that rolled outward in a visible shockwave. The ground trembled, and the air rippled as though reality itself were shuddering, bending light and creating dizzying afterimages in every onlooker’s gaze. Adsila quickly recoiled, her expression unreadable.

  “How fascinating,” she mused, her voice sharp and inquisitive. “What purpose did this complex serve before its collapse?” Her question hung in the air as she turned to face the other royals.

  “This place,” King Aalto began, his voice dripping with derision, “was once a breeding ground for folly. Here, they toyed with the creatures of darkness and the accursed miasma, dabbling in experiments that threatened to consume them. When the risk became too great, the cowards abandoned their work, redirecting their precious resources elsewhere.” He leveled a thin smile at Queen Adsila. “Of course, I wouldn’t expect the Crazed Flamed Queen to appreciate such pursuits, given the rabble your lands produce.”

  Queen Adsila’s eyes turned crimson and narrowed, glinting with restrained fury, “And yet,” she began, her voice as sharp as a blade,”it seems The Cowardly King is blind to merits of military strength. Better a land of warriors than a kingdom of cowards cowering beneath the waves”

  King Sou raised his hand in objection, his voice firm yet composed. “King Aalto. Queen Adsila. We are here to address the looming threat upon us, not to trade petty insults driven by pride.”

  Queen Juniper stepped forward, her expression cautious. “Let us continue to a safer location,” she urged. “I sense we are being observed... studied.”

  Queen Adsila narrowed her eyes. “By whom? Or what?” she demanded.

  Before another barb could be traded, the air thickened, weighted by an unseen presence. A low, resonant voice echoed through the cavernous space, laced with an unsettling calm. “By me of course”, it said, the words seeming to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once.

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  The knights escorting the royals quickly formed a protective circle around them, dismounted, and raised their weapons in vigilance. Their eyes searched the surroundings, scanning the stone walls, but there was no sign of a figure, creature, or entity. Suddenly, a brilliant white light emanated from the Tower, descending gracefully to the ground. As it landed before the convoy, a flash of dazzling intensity blinded everyone. Amid the disorienting brilliance, the knights exchanged wary orders.

  “Stand ready, knights! Don’t let this sorcerer deceive us with his tricks of the mind!” barked a knight as he unsheathed his shield from behind him.

  As the blinding light dissipated, a man stood revealed before the convoy. He was adorned in white and gold robes, wearing a circlet set with sapphire, his blonde hair glinting, and his golden eyes glowing faintly. Without hesitation, the knight with the shield charged at him with determined speed. Two more knights followed closely, swords gripped at their sides, charging with the ferocity of wild boars. The sound of clanking metal filled the air as they advanced. As the shielded knight approached, the man in white smiled calmly. With nimble precision, he evaded each swing by teleporting in flickering movements, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye. Exhaustion began to wear down the knights as they continued their futile attempts.

  Queen Adsila raised her hand, conjuring magic with conviction. The man grinned and uttered a single word, “Silence,” pointing at her while teleporting effortlessly. In an instant, the Queen’s magic was dispelled, leaving her stunned. The knights collapsed to their knees in weariness. With a sweeping gesture of his hand, the man sent the knights flying backward, as though struck by an invisible force.

  “Are we finished with this spectacle of brute strength?” said the man in white, his voice calm yet commanding.

  Queen Adsila, enraged, retorted, “You dare to nullify my magic and defy a royal of my caliber! How dare you?”

  The man brushed dirt from his robes nonchalantly and replied, “It was you who attacked an unarmed man without provocation. Reacting to an unknown presence with hostility does not cast me as the villain in this scenario. Spare me your moral indignation—I had no choice but to neutralize everyone’s magic. Your knights are unharmed.”

  At that moment, Queen Juniper stepped forward, bowing respectfully. “Hello again, Divine God Ortho,” she greeted.

  “Divine God…” murmured King Aalto in astonishment.

  “Ortho?” questioned Queen Adsila and King Sou, their voices tinged with disbelief.

  “It has been some years, Queen Juniper of Terravon,” Ortho acknowledged, as he began walking toward the Tower. “I assume you’ve come seeking access to the Oracle?”

  Queen Juniper responded with urgency. “Forgive our intrusion, but time is running short. We have only a few decades before the next calamity. I have sensed a monumental shift within the core of the world.”

  King Aalto chimed in, his voice grave. “The seas have grown treacherous, plagued by underwater quakes. Even the kingdom’s oxygen wavers and ripples, as though something is tearing through it.”

  “Our dormant volcano has begun to stir, emitting fumes,” Queen Adsila added, her tone heavy with concern.

  “The winds have been unrelenting, thrashing our floating islands like a pendulum. God Ortho, what is transpiring?” King Sou asked.

  “Follow me,” Ortho instructed, gesturing to a shimmering doorway that had appeared in the Tower. “The Oracle awaits.”

  As the knights helped their comrades recover from their humiliating defeat, the royals stepped through the radiant portal. The knights remained outside, guarding the now-invisible entrance that vanished in an instant.

  Inside the Tower, the group found themselves upon a glass platform. Above it hovered a crystal ball, surrounded by intricate control mechanisms. Their armored footsteps echoed softly as they curiously explored the environment. God Ortho placed his hand upon the crystal ball, initiating a resonant hum that swelled into a crescendo. The Tower’s exterior glowed with brilliant blue light that seeped through its cracks.

  As the brilliant flash subsided, the royals found themselves standing in a vast expanse unlike anything they had ever seen. The ground beneath them shimmered like molten glass, smooth yet brimming with an ethereal glow that mirrored the galaxy above. Endless stars sparkled in every direction, casting a soft, silver light that danced across their faces. Nebulas swirled in the distance, their vibrant hues of violet, gold, and azure painting the heavens like an artist’s masterpiece. Rivers of light, resembling the trails of comets, streaked gracefully through the skies, their luminous tails leaving glowing arcs behind.

  "Please, take your seats," God Ortho instructed as a round table materialized seamlessly from the infinite, glowing floor. The royals, still captivated by the breathtaking vision surrounding them, were startled as an echoing voice filled the space.

  "Greetings, Kings and Queens of Lumos," the voice proclaimed. "I am the Oracle. Please be seated—we have urgent matters to discuss regarding the state of the world."

  Obeying the request, the royals settled into the seats around the table. Almost instantly, a projection of Lumos illuminated the table's surface. The map displayed a massive magical conflux at the crossroads of the four kingdoms, with a concentrated nexus of radiant mana where the Tower stood. As they observed the map, a shimmering, mirrored figure emerged and gracefully took a seat beside God Ortho. Below the map, a dense, black pool of magic seemed to writhe ominously, drawing the attention of every gaze.

  "The darkness grows stronger as the next calamity approaches," the Oracle stated, its tone solemn. The map shifted, zooming in on the ominous black pool beneath the surface. "This impending calamity will bring devastation and chaos to the world and its magic. A great evil has awakened—a force of uncontrolled fury."

  The royals exchanged uneasy glances, their hands clenched tightly atop the table.

  “This world will be reborn, and both the Oracle and I will cease to exist,” God Ortho began solemnly. “This darkness is resisting containment. The Tower has been this world’s beacon, its first line of defense, and it must continue to stand against the encroaching chaos.”

  “If death is inevitable, then why were no preparations made for the next calamity by either of you?” King Sou demanded firmly. “It makes no sense to avoid confronting the darkness if we are destined to fail.”

  “I trust in balance, and I will not interfere with the natural order of events,” the Oracle replied coolly. “This darkness…”

  “Are you truly here to aid us?” Queen Adsila interrupted, slamming her hand on the table and cutting off the Oracle mid-sentence. She began pacing in front of her chair and continued, “It seems you’ve both already resigned this world to its fate, offering no justification. This isn’t about maintaining balance.”

  God Ortho and the Oracle stood abruptly and responded with forceful intensity, their voices merging, “Your researchers are responsible for creating this darkness, not us. You sought to play God, and now you face the consequences.” A surge of cosmic wind swirled around them, pushing the table back slightly.

  King Aalto sighed heavily. “We brought this upon ourselves. Our research wasn’t intended to play God—it was meant to find a way to face the next calamity.”

  Queen Juniper furrowed her brow, her thoughts troubled. “The merging of miasma and magic—what was the ultimate goal of such a union? What were they truly trying to achieve?”

  God Ortho’s expression darkened as he spoke. “I was born from that merger, dissected and subjected to experimentation. Their research brought nothing but death and destruction.”

  God Ortho recounted how he was created in the Tower’s basement, abducted from his bed in the countryside by researchers. He vividly described the horrifying experiments where mana and miasma were injected into a magic-less child, warping his blood and body during repeated dissections. The agony was unbearable, as if he were being torn apart from within. But as his pain intensified, so did his magic, causing him to lash out—shattering walls, dismembering researchers, and unleashing growing psychic powers.

  The royals listened in shock as Ortho revealed himself to be a fabricated being, endowed with extraordinary abilities. He detailed how the researchers, growing wary of his strength, started to limit staff near him and conducted deeper, more frequent dissections. In the final days before his escape, his body erupted with uncontrollable magic pulses, fueled by his consuming rage. The madness overtook the researchers, who resorted to sacrificing themselves for the sake of their own inhibitions. Ultimately, they left Ortho to die, his body pierced with needles and his wounds left gaping. Bound for years, his power finally overwhelmed him, triggering a massive blast of magic that obliterated the basement and surrounding structures.

  “So, you’re a false god?” Queen Adsila asked, her tone sharp with disbelief.

  King Sou leaned forward, resting his cheek against his hand. “So, ‘God’ Ortho, who are you really? If you were just an ordinary child, why conceal your true identity?”

  “My name is Godrick,” Ortho replied evenly. “I remember nothing else but my name. After escaping, I began helping those in need, vanishing without a trace. That’s how people began to see me as a god.”

  King Aalto cleared his throat impatiently. “As fascinating as your story is, what about the calamity? Can we focus on how we’ll survive? We’ve spent enough time dwelling on how chaos unfolded.”

  “King Aalto, Queen Adsila, Queen Juniper, King Sou,” the Oracle interjected firmly. “Godrick is the key to shielding the world from the impending chaos. Please, do not dismiss his revelations.”

  The royals straightened and nodded in agreement as Godrick continued his explanation. During his travels, he had sensed an unusual shift in the atmosphere. Pursuing this feeling, he discovered a cavern bathed in a purple glow. As he descended further, he observed a miasma polluting the air, corrupting the environment. The deeper he ventured, the more oppressive the atmosphere became—breathing grew strained, and his vision dimmed. Summoning a sphere of light, he noticed the miasma avoided the light, lingering ominously in the shadows as though it were sentient. The miasma seemed to inhale each time the light moved. Reaching the cavern's depths, he found no solid ground, only a purple glow emanating from an oubliette below. Peering down, he saw purple lightning striking a black obsidian shard. With every strike, stones and boulders levitated, orbiting in a circular motion. In that moment, Ortho felt a presence of immense power—so overwhelming that it humbled him, despite his extraordinary strength. Whatever this force was, it far surpassed the might of the man-made false god.

  "Ortho and I are aligned on the next course of action," the Oracle declared, standing tall. With a graceful gesture, she pressed her left hand to her chest. In a sudden, radiant flash, the Oracle revealed her true form—a stunning dark-skinned woman with exceptionally long, curly hair. She was adorned in a white and gold robe, holding a crystal that radiated pure light.

  "Such elegance," King Sou murmured, awestruck.

  "Her purity tempers my fury," Queen Adsila confessed, rising with both hands pressed over her heart.

  "This is my true form," the Oracle revealed. "The mirrored form you are familiar with is what I use to glimpse the future. A formidable and relentless darkness is approaching. Something within it commands the shadows, twisting human nature to normalize malevolent thoughts. I can assist with this sphere—not to eradicate the gloom, but to create a necessary barrier that will fortify your preparations. Godrick... the time has come."

  "My apologies for the delay," Godrick interjected. "Our plan is to distribute Divination Spheres to each kingdom. The Oracle Sphere will remain at the Tower, once more serving as a beacon of hope. However, the Oracle Sphere must never leave the Tower, or the darkness will pursue it."

  "I have infused all my magic into this sphere," the Oracle announced, her left hand gradually vanishing. "Only during The Aarti will the sphere shine brightly. When it does, it will signify the blessing of ascension powers upon a hero..." Her words faltered as the fading took its toll. Godrick rushed to her side, holding her up as she began to fade.

  "My dear friend, allow me to take over," Godrick said, his voice steady yet soft as he gently seated the Oracle. She nodded in silent agreement. "The Tower will unite the kingdoms, and the magic conflux—a swirling nexus of ethereal energy—has already chosen you four as the next guardians of this sacred bastion," Godrick continued, gesturing in a circular motion that mimicked the timeless flow of the conflux itself.

  "Us?" King Aalto asked, his disbelief cutting through the tension like a blade.

  "We lack the extraordinary power both of you displayed today," Queen Juniper added, her tone a mix of doubt and admiration.

  "The conflux… how does a whirlpool of chaotic magic make such decisions?" Queen Adsila wondered aloud, her eyes narrowing as though trying to peer into the heart of the conflux’s mysteries.

  "We will do whatever is necessary to protect OUR world," King Sou declared, his voice weighed down by exhaustion. As he exhaled, the other royals turned to him, their expressions questioning his resolve, silently asking, "Why?"

  "They don’t have the luxury of time for our petty disputes. We are racing against a tide of doom, and they are in their final moments. Have you not felt the magic around us?" King Sou implored, his words coming out in a torrent of urgency. "It pulses, ripples, and clashes—a tempest swirling through every breath of this conversation."

  "Please, King Sou..." the Oracle whispered, her voice soft yet resonant. "I can explain more deeply. The conflux is not merely magic; it is a living entity, a sentinel woven into the very fabric of our world. Its decisions are not chaotic—they are rooted in pure logic."

  As her words faded into the air, Godrick began to glow, his essence radiating a brilliant golden hue. Raising his hands, the room trembled with an almost celestial reverence. His mana surged like a river breaking free from its banks, filling the space with raw energy. Lightning cracked sharply, fire roared with feral intensity, water cascaded in fluid grace, earth rumbled with steadfast power, and air spiraled with ethereal whispers. The elements converged, forging radiant spheres of pure white light. Each sphere shimmered like a prismatic jewel as multicolored hues danced across their surfaces, an eternal ballet performed by the elements themselves.

  The spheres emitted a harmonious hum, vibrating like the chords of an ancient song that resonated through time and space. It was as if they were alive, drawn to one another's presence. Suddenly, with an audible surge, a barrier sprang forth, encasing the spheres in a protective cocoon that expanded outward, enveloping the area in its radiant embrace. The sight was both majestic and humbling—a display of power and unity that stirred awe in all who bore witness.

  The room suddenly twisted and turned, the Oracle sphere started to blink. Seats and tables trembled violently as Godrick collapsed unconscious, and Queen Juniper held on desperately. The royals were drawn toward the sphere, their surroundings warping as the very fabric of time unraveled. Transported by its power, the royals bore witness to terrifying visions.

  The kingdoms were shown in ruin, annihilated by a dark figure alongside creatures, humanoid entities, and mercenaries exploiting the chaos. Mountains crumbled to rubble, forests reduced to ash, rivers ran dry, and the ocean's level receded. The visions shifted, revealing citizens transforming into grotesque creatures, succumbing to deadly diseases, or being mercilessly slaughtered by brigands. Queen Juniper and King Sou recoiled in horror as they watched destruction unfold. The anguished cries of men, women, children, and animals echoed through the nightmare.

  As the visions unraveled further, the royals witnessed their own kingdoms in tatters. Dust and rubble were all that remained. Queen Adsila’s fury ignited, her fiery rage turning her hair to flames as she saw her kingdom shrouded in miasma and her loved ones lying lifeless. King Aalto, overcome with despair, unleashed a massive water blast as his kingdom appeared adrift in the sea, reclaimed by its watery origins.

  “This shall come to pass. There is nothing to be done now but to trust that heroes born in times yet to come will rise to aid us when the hour is near,” the oracle’s voice echoed solemnly.

  The vision shifted to a grand coliseum where banners and colors of every kingdom waved with pride. A high priestess descended gracefully, her presence commanding attention as the Oracle Sphere floated at the center, its radiant glow illuminating the face of an Ascended. The scene transformed to reveal The Tower, where men and women trained valiantly side by side, with beasts nurtured and taught to protect their masters. “The Tower will serve as the foundation of the coming war, shaping a new generation of magic knights and charmers. Within these walls, they shall be armed to confront the encroaching darkness. The Oracle Sphere will guide and teach all those who pledge to safeguard Lumos.”

  When the vision faded, the chamber returned to its ordinary state. The royals exchanged glances, noting the absence of both The Oracle and Godrick. As their eyes swept across the room, it began to shimmer and turn white. Shielding their gaze from the blinding light, they suddenly inhaled the refreshing scent of open air. They were transported outside, where the magic conflux, mana drip, and even the Tower’s entrance had vanished without a trace. As they scanned their surroundings, two lights streaked across the twilight sky, capturing their attention.

  “I regret leaving you with this burden,” Godrick’s ethereal voice resonated, “but take the Divination Spheres—they shall guide you on the path ahead. The Oracle Sphere has commenced work on The Tower.”

  “My final vision shall manifest when the destined time arrives. Prepare yourselves now, and events will unfold as foretold,” the Oracle’s fading voice echoed. “Kings and Queens of Lumos, may your strength grow and may your kingdoms restore peace to this world.”

  As the lights ascended toward the setting sun, a sudden tremor shook the earth. The Tower quaked, its stones crumbling from its walls. Grasping at a nearby tree for support, the royals watched as the tree grew, stretching its branches outward. Its blue hue shifted to a deep purple, and its leaves sparkled with an array of colors.

  “What is happening?” King Sou exclaimed, casting a wind shield spell to protect them from the falling debris.

  “The world is descending into chaos...just as foretold,” replied King Aalto grimly.

  “This soon? We’ve barely had time to prepare—we’ve only learned of this today,” protested Queen Adsila.

  “It’s not the calamity...the darkness is spiraling out of control,” Queen Juniper said, clutching her chest.

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  As the quake subsided, the world grew silent and serene, the distant rumbles fading into stillness. With the sun dipping below the horizon, the royals began their departure from the Tower. As they exchanged farewells, their gaze lingered on the majestic view of the Tower. It expanded before their eyes, constructing smaller buildings, training grounds, stables, and fortified walls that encircled the burgeoning compound. Sharing knowing smiles, the royals turned to leave, waving goodbye to one another, each determined to fulfill their roles in the years ahead.

  **One year before the calamity…**

  In the distance, the roaring of the crowd echoed through the air as the coliseum brimmed with eager new candidates.

  “It has been forty-nine years, Queen Red Flame,” remarked King Aalto, a smile of quiet satisfaction gracing his face.

  “Not nearly enough time has passed, I fear,” replied Queen Adsila with a playful smirk, her expression betraying a hint of delight.

  “Sounds like the start of an intriguing love story,” teased Queen Juniper, her cheeks flushing as she coyly hid behind her fan.

  “Ever graceful, yet endlessly meddlesome,” quipped King Sou, tilting his head and resting it lightly on his open hand.

  “Your Highnesses, please take your seats. The Aarti is about to commence,” declared the High Priestess of the Daylight Order. “Let the Aarti begin.”