Legend of Immortal: Angeloids and Eviloids

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Third-Person Point of View:

The prince's determined footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridors of the tower as he made his way to the humble abode of the Oracle, Shamara. His heart was heavy with the weight of his quest, and the gravity of his purpose weighed upon him as he approached the door.

A soft knock echoed, reverberating like a summons to fate. The prince waited with bated breath, the very air around him tingling with anticipation. Moments later, the voice of the Oracle beckoned him inside.

"Come in."

He pushed open the door and entered the Oracle's chamber, the atmosphere thick with mystique and ancient wisdom. His eyes fell upon the enigmatic figure of Shamara, and for a fleeting moment, he couldn't help but be taken aback by her presence.

"Good morning, Oracle Shamara," he greeted her with formality, his voice filled with respect for the venerable seer.

Shamara acknowledged his formal greeting with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting the knowledge of ages. "How may I be of service to you, dear Prince?" she inquired, her voice carrying a melodic quality that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the universe.

"I merely wish to know where to find the child of the traitor, Kenji!" the prince declared firmly, his eyes unwavering in their determination.

"Very well, I shall grant your request, for you hold a high position, Prince Seth," Shamara responded her words carrying the weight of a promise.

With measured steps, the Oracle led the way to the center of the hallway, where a yin-yang symbol was intricately drawn on the floor. The prince followed, his heart pounding with anticipation. Shamara positioned herself with an air of solemnity, her arms raised in preparation for the mystical ritual that was about to unfold.

As the Oracle began to speak in the ancient tongue of Latin, a profound stillness descended upon the chamber. Her words seemed to dance through the air, weaving a tapestry of power and knowledge. With each incantation, a greenish smoke began to manifest, swirling in mesmerizing patterns around her.

A gust of cold wind swept through the room, causing the flames of nearby candles to flicker. Shamara's long, flowing hair caught the breeze, creating an ethereal spectacle. Her eyes remained closed, but the intensity of her incantations grew, the ancient words flowing from her lips like a powerful incantation.

Then, as if the very essence of her being had been depleted, Shamara suddenly collapsed, her strength drained by the sheer magnitude of her powers. The prince was quick to react, rushing to her side, concern etched across his face.

"Are you alright, Oracle?" he inquired, his voice filled with worry.

She slowly nodded, her eyes fluttering open, the golden hue of her irises returning to their natural state. Her breathing steadied as she regained her composure, but the weariness in her gaze was evident.

"I cannot find her," she admitted with a note of sorrow in her voice. The weight of her confession hung heavily in the air, like a dark cloud on the horizon. For years, they had been on a relentless quest to uncover the identity of the one who had betrayed their kind—a search that had plunged their realm into a devastating war.

The prince's disbelief was palpable. "How can that be? We've come so far in our pursuit."

Shamara's voice carried the weight of her wisdom as she explained, "Someone is protecting the girl, ensuring that she remains hidden and untraceable to anyone who attempts to find her."

The prince's brows furrowed in deep contemplation. "What do you mean, Oracle?"

"The girl possesses an unmatched power," Shamara revealed, her gaze distant as if peering into the depths of the unknown. "If I were to attempt to locate her forcibly, my powers would weaken, and I might lose all my strength."

As the Oracle's words lingered in the air, a heavy silence settled over the chamber. The prince was left with a sense of profound uncertainty, his heart burdened by the complexities of their predicament. After a moment, Shamara gestured for him to leave, her eyes filled with a haunting sorrow that mirrored the depth of their unfulfilled quest.

With a heavy heart, Prince Seth took his leave, stepping out of the Oracle's chamber and back into the corridors of the tower. His mind raced with questions, and the weight of his responsibility pressed upon him. The fate of their realm hung in the balance, and the mystery of the hidden child remained an enigma that continued to elude them all.

Claire's Point of View:

In the midst of the darkness that enveloped us, her body burned like a living torch, yet her eyes cradled an eerie serenity. A chilling grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she fixed her gaze upon me. It was an unsettling sight, but I couldn't muster fear. Instead, I ventured to ask, "Do you need something?" Her response held an ominous weight.

"Be cautious of Shamara, and don't fall into her traps," she cautioned with a voice that seemed to echo from the abyss itself. It was as if she carried the weight of forgotten ages in her words.

The howling wind began to snatch her away, but not before I desperately cried out, "Wait!" But it was futile. She vanished into the inky shadows, leaving me alone with the haunting echoes of her message.

My eyes shot open, and I found myself gasping for breath. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to shake off the lingering dread. It was yet another vivid dream, a dark enigma that gripped my mind.

I knew I had to heed her warning.

As I struggled to gather my bearings, I realized I was in a sterile clinic room. The clinical white walls and the faint hum of machines surrounded me. My head spun with disorientation, and then Seth entered the room.

"Are you okay?" His voice was filled with concern, and his captivating green eyes bore into me.

I nodded, my hand instinctively reaching for my forehead as if to shield myself from the surreal world I had just glimpsed. "I'm really fine."

Seth approached cautiously, his presence both comforting and unsettling. "Did that creature do anything to you?"

I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, a gnawing unease settling in my chest. "No."

His suspicion hung in the air, heavy and palpable. "Why can't you look me in the eyes? Are you telling the truth, or are you one of them?" His words pierced like sharp daggers, and anger welled up within me.

How dare he insinuate such a thing!?

I closed my eyes, trying to contain my fury, my fists clenching at my sides. "Why can't you speak up? Am I right, or am I?" My anger erupted like a volcano, and I longed to lash out at him.

Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself before responding, my voice laced with determination. "If I were one of them, I would have decapitated you long ago!" I shot him a sharp look, unyielding in my resolve.

He shook his head, seemingly bewildered by my response. "What are you looking at, i***t!? Of course, you'd search for our weaknesses. When you get information from us, that's when you'll call in your backup to kill us!"

"You're right!" I replied with biting sarcasm before pushing past him, the force of my movement nearly sending him tumbling. I stormed out of the room, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. How could he accuse me of such treachery?

I found myself on the sprawling campus grounds, my steps guided by a turbulent whirlwind of emotions. Collapsing onto the grass beneath a massive tree, I buried my face in my hands, tears of frustration and betrayal streaming down my cheeks.

And then, a shadowy figure stood a few meters away, his back turned, a palpable aura of mystery shrouding him. My sob stops for a moment.

"Who are you?" My voice trembled as I confronted this enigmatic stranger, the question hanging in the air like an ominous prelude to an unfolding storm.

The stranger's eyes bore into mine, a stark contrast between his intense darkness and the pallor of his skin. In those unfeeling depths, there was an unsettling absence of emotion, as if the very essence of his existence had been numbed, yet his physical allure remained undeniable, a paradox of beauty and emptiness.

Summoning my courage, I pressed on, repeating my inquiry, "I'm asking you. Who are you?"

But once again, he offered no response, merely turning his back on me. Determined to unravel this enigma, I rose to my feet, determined to follow his retreating figure.

Then, in an abrupt and chilling tone, he spoke as he sensed my pursuit, "Don't come any closer if you don't want to vanish!" The words hung in the air like an icy warning, and I came to an abrupt halt, the hair on my neck standing on end.

Amid the tense encounter, a familiar voice broke the silence. I turned to find Drew, a classmate, his hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets.

"What are you doing here?" he inquired, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Uhmm... Well," I hesitated, glancing to where the mysterious stranger had stood moments ago, now vanished like a specter. "Just getting some fresh air," I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

Drew's gaze remained fixed on me as he probed further, "What about you? Do you need something from me?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I just wanted to let you know that our second class is coming up soon," he replied, a casual tone in his voice.

"What's the second class about?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

"Combat," Drew answered straightforwardly.

"In that case, I'll join you," I declared, my determination shining through.

"It's up to you," he responded with a nonchalant shrug.

As we reached our destination, our second instructor came into view, a man of average build but with an aura that exuded expertise in physical combat training.

"Okay. I'm your combat teacher, Mr. Hayanoku, but you can call me Sir Ayan," he introduced himself. "To start our class, can you please follow me?" With that, he spread his massive white wings from his shoulders, an awe-inspiring sight, and took flight into the sky. My fellow students followed suit, effortlessly soaring into the heavens.

I, on the other hand, found myself grounded, lacking the wings that allowed the others to ascend. I just grinned and I summoned Titania, my guardian angel of war.

"Titania..." I called out, and from the void, she materialized, taking the form of a majestic eagle. By some miracle, none of my classmates seemed to notice her arrival.

Swiftly, I mounted Titania, and with a powerful beat of her wings, we ascended into the skies, chasing after our classmates. We soared higher and higher, ascending through the clouds until a breathtaking sight met my eyes – a colossal, floating battle arena suspended in the heavens.

Titania gently descended, and I dismounted as she vanished once more, leaving me awestruck by the surreal spectacle before me.

Eager to join my companions, I hurried toward them, determined to learn the details of our impending class.

"In this class, you will test the limits of your powers through one-on-one battles," Sir Ayan announced, unrolling a scroll with a flourish. "The first pair to battle will be Zyche and Drew. Next, Breathlease and Amala. Then, Gahlia and Bliss. Finally, Claire and Seth."

My gaze turned to Seth, who appeared strangely detached from Sir Ayan's words, lost in his thoughts. "Just prepare yourself, Seth," I thought, my heart heavy with anticipation and concern.

I glanced back at Seth, only to notice him silently mouth a few words. "I heard you…"

But at that moment, I couldn't afford to care. The impending battles and the mysteries of this surreal world demanded my full attention, and emotions swirled like a storm within me as I prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.