SWNOVELS Chapter A realm's descent into darkness
-Isle of Shadows-
The dark entity, now cloaked in newfound power, had successfully veiled the once vibrant land in an eerie darkness. From the shadows, his malevolent presence commanded the forces of the netherworld, the echo of his voice resembling the howling wind in a graveyard. With a chilling grin, he summoned his loyal demons to spread terror across the realm of Arantle.
The sinister figure hissed commands to his demonic minions, urging them to make his presence felt throughout the entire land. Emerging from the inky abyss, grotesque winged demons with eyes filled with malevolence took flight, their leathery wings casting haunting shadows on the desolate landscape. A deafening screech accompanied their departure, and they soared through the night, promising a reign of terror as they approached the unsuspecting kingdom of Arantle.
Meanwhile, in the 11th kingdom, the land of the Prismatis, King Linel stood alone on the castle's highest tower. The recent death of the 12th guardian had sent shockwaves through the magical realm, foretelling darker times ahead. King Linel, burdened with a heavy heart, whispered about the weakening of the Eclipsarians' magic and the emergence of a new threat with one of its seals broken.
His son, Prince Renox, approached with furrowed brows, expressing his concern. King Linel explained the dire situation, revealing that the dark entity was the looming threat. Renox, astonished, questioned how King Altair, with his mastery over time, could fall victim to such darkness.
King Linel, turning his gaze to the horizon, revealed the limitations imposed by ancient laws since the death of Ithilien. Even Altair, with his control over time, was bound by these laws, unable to intervene directly. Renox, grasping the gravity of their predicament, asked his father what must be done.
With determination in his eyes, King Linel declared that they must prepare and protect their kingdom. He urged Renox to stand with their allies against the emerging darkness, emphasizing the responsibility that rested on their shoulders. The fate of Chromaeria depended on their unwavering resolve, and their journey to thwart the dark entity began.
In Arantle's realm, the shroud of darkness descended, casting an ominous veil over once serene lands. Winged demons, the harbingers of fear, darkened the skies and terrorized every corner. The presence of these demonic creatures struck fear into the hearts of every villager, leaving them trembling and vulnerable in the face of the encroaching darkness.