Chapter 77 Writer's POV
In the bowels of the palace, where shadows devoured all light, a hidden chamber pulsed with malevolent energy. Three figures cloaked in tattered black robes gathered around a twisted blackwood altar, their hoods casting dark caverns over their faces. On the altar, a cup overflowed with crimson blood, its metallic stench polluting the air like a toxin.
The darkness seemed alive, writhing like serpents around them as they reached for the cup. Each took a turn drinking from it, the blood touching their lips like a dark sacrament. As they swallowed, their eyes glowed brighter with an unholy light beneath their hoods. The air thickened with palpable malevolence, shadows twisting into grotesque forms that danced and gibbered around the walls.
The lady among them lowered her hood slightly, revealing a face twisted in a cruel smile. Her eyes burned with an otherworldly hunger. "It's time to release Aurora," she hissed, voice dripping with dark intent like poison. "Onyi and Amanda are mated. The balance shifts to chaos."
The other two hooded figures nodded in eerie unison, their movements like puppets of darkness. They seemed to understand the horrors unleashed by freeing Aurora – a tempest of darkness would sweep the palace, shredding the fragile threads of power and order.
The lady glided closer to a hidden door in the chamber wall, her black robe billowing like wings of night. "Aurora, bound by chains of darkness... we free you," she whispered to the shadows. Her words were a blasphemous invocation. The hidden door creaked open like a mouth of hell, revealing a void beyond – a darkness so profound it seemed to suck all light from the air.
As the door yawned open, a cold wind swept out like a sigh. In the darkness beyond, something stirred. Aurora's chains fell to the floor. And the woman whispered " Run" .