Chapter 60 – Awakening of the Trinity

  The sky over the Rift was draped in a crimson shroud. The wind had died, as if before a storm, and even the darkness seemed to listen. Somewhere deep within other worlds, something ancient and powerful opened its eyes—not the eyes of a creature, but the eyes of the Void itself.

  And at the edge of these worlds—within a hall where no footsteps echoed and no light reflected—The Three Lords of Darkness sat in silence. Their silhouettes were as different as night and noon, but between them hovered an indestructible bond.

  Kalius broke the silence first. His voice was quiet, but it made the walls tremble and weak sounds perish:

  “The Gates are opening… The seals tremble… Worlds thinner than a spider’s web in the wind.”

  He rose. His form shifted, as if changing with every glance. In one moment he was a tall elf, in the next—a horned demon, in another—a faceless human with an abyss where his face should have been.

  “I feel her,” he whispered. “The Fusion. She is in this world. She is the key.”

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  Ovius slammed his fist against the stone slab, and with the strike, a hurricane of flames erupted in the underground chamber.

  “I am tired of waiting. The worlds are weak. Their heroes are children. Crushing them is like crushing an ash moth.”

  His eyes burned with fury. He was tall, muscular, with skin that seemed sculpted from volcanic ash. Behind him, shadows of warriors swirled—an army ready to march at his command.

  “If the gates are opening—then we must go. Blood is the first step.”

  Zefa’ar, seated in the shadows, lifted his gaze. His face betrayed neither anger nor excitement. Only cold reason.

  “Ovius, you crave battle, but you forget: chaos without a plan is a path to defeat. — Kalius, you see the goal, but not the way.”

  He slowly spread out three black pieces before him.

  “The girl of fusion is not just a key, but a threat. As long as her mind remains dormant, she can be used. — But if she becomes an enemy—she must be destroyed. But first…” his eyes gleamed, “let us divide the heroes. Divide them—and weaken them.”

  He touched one of the pieces.

  “I’ll begin with Leonel.”

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  Meanwhile, in the heroes' camp, the night was restless. Mirellis couldn’t sleep. The air was thick with unease. Ethan snored, Stan tried to hide under his cloak, and Reina prayed.

  Leonel sat apart, gazing at the sky. The campfire’s glow danced on his face, reflecting in his eyes—the fire of resolve burned within them, but deep in his soul, a shadow had crept in.

  And in that moment, unseen, Zefa’ar extended the shadow of his influence…

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  Far from the camp, in a ruined temple, the walls cracked. From the fissures, spectral messengers of Kalius slithered out, whispering in forgotten tongues. They sought a trace—a trace of the Fusion.

  And in another corner of the world, beneath a volcanic crater, Ovius's army began to rise from the lava. One by one—scorched, silent, awaiting orders.

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  The Three Lords of Darkness had awakened.

  And their steps could already be heard beyond the thin veil of worlds.

  The great battle had not yet begun… … but the time of its arrival was inexorable.