Chapter 35: The Ancient Call to Unity
The vision before them continued to shift, and Yue, and her gang, watched in silence as the next scene played out in vivid clarity. The warriors on the battlefield had vanished, but now the focus shifted to something more... personal.
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In the quiet aftermath of the battle, where only ruins remained, the scene revealed a group of women, garbed in ancient attire—flowing, embroidered robes in colors as varied as the sky at dawn. Their faces were solemn, their eyes bright with an intensity that betrayed the hardship they'd endured.
Some of them knelt, heads bowed in prayer, hands clasped tightly together. Others remained standing, guarding their husbands, who had managed to escape the rift's horrific aftermath. A few men looked back at the ruins, unable to forget the comrades who had perished in the chaos.
These were not ordinary men or women. They were the survivors. And their resolve was unwavering.
The women's prayers echoed through the air.
"God, don't forsake us. Please, show us the way…"
Their voices trembled, yet carried with them a force that seemed to shake the very air.
A rumble of thunder responded, rolling across the sky with power so deep, it felt like the earth itself was trembling in answer. The clouds parted slightly, revealing a crack in the sky. And within that crack, an image—words, carved into the very atmosphere itself.
Unite… and fight.
The words flashed with lightning, their meaning reverberating in the souls of those watching. It wasn't just a command—it was a prophecy. A call to arms.
The women, upon hearing this divine message, stood slowly. Their gazes turned resolute. One woman, the leader of the group, took a step forward, her eyes alight with the fire of determination.
She spoke quietly but with certainty, her voice carrying across the desolate plain.
"Unite," she whispered to the others. "We cannot do this alone. Our husbands... our people... they must know. We must send word to every kingdom."
Without another word, they gathered together, each of them donning their weapons, or in some cases, gathering pieces of their broken families. They knew what was to come. The demons from beyond the gate had to be stopped. The world had to be united.
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The scene shifted again.
Now, they stood before the gates of what appeared to be the great palace of their kingdom, but it was in ruins, a shadow of its former grandeur. In the distance, horses could be seen racing toward them from all corners of the land, but these riders were not mere messengers. These were the swiftest, strongest riders the kingdoms had to offer.
The women stood on the steps of the palace, handing out sealed letters, each one bound with gold thread. The riders galloped off one by one, the scrolls clutched in their hands, each racing toward their respective kingdoms, spreading the word of unity.
"Unite and fight," they carried the message, shouting it into the wind.
The riders, their horses charging at breakneck speed, made their way toward the borders of the kingdoms, past villages, over mountains, through valleys. They were the last hope of their people—swift as the wind, their message more vital than anything that had ever been delivered before.
Behind them, the women gathered, watching them ride off into the distance. Their faces were full of determination, yet beneath their strength lay the raw vulnerability of those who had lost everything. Their Queen and her husband had fallen in battle, the land had been ravaged, and now it was up to them.
"May the gods guide them," the leader of the women whispered.
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As the vision shifted once more, the gang and the villagers could feel the weight of the moment settle upon them. The message was clear: the battle wasn't over. The human race was still in peril.
Yue's heart beat faster as she watched, feeling a strange, familiar pull in her chest. She knew it. She knew deep in her bones that the events of the past were not just ancient history—they were happening again.
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The scene before them blurred momentarily, and then it shifted once more, showing a flash of time where kingdoms began to unify. The warriors, once scattered, now began to band together. The demons' assault grew fiercer, and the world's leaders—men and women alike—finally began to understand the true scope of the danger they were facing.
They sent word to the farthest reaches of their lands, gathering their armies, pooling their powers, and preparing for war.
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Suddenly, the crystal's light flared brighter, and the figures of the ancient warriors began to dissolve, fading away as if they had never existed. But their words—Unite and fight—lingered in the air, as clear as ever.
The vision began to fade, leaving Yue and her gang in stunned silence. The air in the chamber grew still, and the crystal dimmed slowly until it returned to its soft, pulsing glow.
Yue took a deep breath, her heart racing. What they had just seen… it was more than a story. It was a warning. It was history repeating itself.
"We... we're not the first to awaken," Yue said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "We might not even be the last."
The others nodded, equally silent, as they each processed the implications of the vision.
Tao Lin was the first to speak. "What happened to them? Did they win?"
"No," Yue replied, shaking her head. "That's what we need to find out."
Chika stepped forward, still rubbing her cut, which had long since stopped bleeding. "But what does it all mean? Why show us this? Are we supposed to... prepare for war? Are we supposed to fight like they did?"
The crystal's light flickered once more, and for a brief moment, Yue felt a strange, unspoken connection to it. Like the answers were just out of reach.
"We need to ask the right questions," Yue said quietly. "And we need to get ready. If history is repeating itself, then we can't afford to be unprepared."
Chika and the others exchanged glances, their faces pale but filled with resolve.
"This isn't over," Mei Qui murmured. "It's just beginning."
The vision may have ended, but their journey was far from finished.
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To Be Continued...