Chương 51: Chapter 51 - Weakening seals

In the depths of a vast void, a small orb of light drifted forward, surrounded by a swirling miasma.

This was a soul avatar, sent to uncover the hidden secrets of this dark realm.

It moved cautiously toward the only flicker of light in the distance, its glow dimming with each passing moment.

As the avatar approached, it trembled, warning of the danger ahead. Its light flickered, barely clinging to existence.

Towering before it stood ten massive pillars arranged in a circle, radiating an eerie brightness that pushed back the surrounding miasma.

It was an altar, ancient and foreboding.

At the center of the altar sat a figure, shrouded in a thick veil of miasma, meditating in silence.

A closer look revealed the figure to be a woman, her long white hair floating unnaturally despite the stillness.

Countless flickering lights hovered around her, and as the avatar watched, some of those lights slowly dissolved into nothingness.

Just as the soul avatar prepared to retreat, the woman's eyes snapped open, locking onto it.

Paralyzed with fear, the avatar could not move.

"You dare to spy on me?" Her cold, disembodied voice reverberated through the void. "Be gone."

In an instant, the soul avatar began to disintegrate, its light snuffed out like a fragile candle.

The woman closed her eyes once more, and the void returned to its oppressive silence.

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In a grand chamber filled with pristine white walls and shimmering lights, a man dressed in white sat at the center of a large stone platform.

Surrounding him, many figures in identical attire knelt in meditation, their palms outstretched, feeding streams of spirit energy toward the man in the middle.

Suddenly, the man's eyes flew open, and he coughed violently, blood spurting from his mouth.

The shockwave from his release of power sent the meditating figures flying, crashing them into the chamber walls.

Coughing and gasping, the figures scrambled to their feet, concern etched into their faces.

"Holy Lord! Are you all right?" they cried, rushing toward him.

"I'm alive," the Holy Lord rasped, his body shaking uncontrollably as blood trickled from his nose and mouth. "But she… even from across space and time, the Mother Witch has wounded me."

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Later, in a grand hall filled with robed figures, the tension was palpable.

Each figure was locked in fervent discussion, their expressions filled with urgency and dread.

Seated on a majestic throne, the Holy Lord observed them all in silence.

"Are those dark beings awakening?" one of the robed men muttered, his voice tinged with fear.

"The seals are weakening," the Holy Lord confirmed grimly. "At this pace, the Mother Witch will awaken soon."

"Is there nothing we can do?" someone else asked frantically. "Is there no way to stop her?"

The Holy Lord shook his head gravely. "The Mother Witch is beyond my calculations. Her power transcends what I can see."

A wave of despair washed over the hall as murmurs of fear spread.

The Holy Lord raised his hand to quiet them.

"But there is a way to slow her awakening," he said.

The crowd immediately fell silent, eyes filled with hope.

"In my vision, I saw someone aiding in breaking the seals," the Holy Lord revealed, his words heavy.

"Who would dare do such a thing?" an outraged voice shouted. "Do they wish to doom us all?"

"We must capture this person at all costs," another figure demanded. "They must be brought to justice."

The Holy Lord let their voices calm before continuing. "This person is a little girl… from the mortal empire. She is tied to the awakening of the Mother Witch."

A stunned silence followed his words.

"A little girl?" someone whispered. "How can she be responsible?"

"I do not know how, nor did I see her clearly," the Holy Lord admitted. "But I sensed a wisp of her aura. She is somehow connected to the Witch."

"Could she be a descendant of the Mother Witch?" another voice asked.

"No," the Holy Lord said firmly. "The Mother Witch has no descendants."

At that moment, the large doors of the hall creaked open.

A young man with purple hair entered, bowing deeply to the Holy Lord.

"You called for me, Holy Lord?"

The atmosphere in the hall lightened somewhat at the sight of the youth. All eyes turned to him with hope.

"I have an important task for you," the Holy Lord said. "You are to go to the mortal empire."

The youth's face remained impassive as he asked, "What is my mission?"

The Holy Lord gestured, and an attendant stepped forward, handing him a small, glowing stone. "There is a girl connected to my prophecy. This stone contains a wisp of her aura. It will react the closer you get to her. You are to find her and bring her here. If she cannot be captured, you are to kill her."

The youth took the stone with a solemn nod. "As you command, Holy Lord."

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