The air grew thicker with tension, a suffocating blanket that pressed down on everyone within the palace. The space was charged with a sinister energy, a foreboding sense that something terrible was about to unfold. The silence that followed Cryptic's declaration was more terrifying than the loudest roar.
It was the quiet before a storm, a moment where even the bravest souls felt the creeping fingers of dread.
"What is the meaning of this! CRYPTIC!" The Flamboyant Sun's voice exploded in the stillness, slicing through the air like a crack of thunder. It was a voice that had always commanded attention, vibrant and filled with the power of a thousand suns. But now, it was different—now, it was laced with raw, unfiltered fury.
His words reverberated against the walls of the barrier that held them, each echo a reminder of the impossible situation they were in. His fury was a force of nature, ready to unleash itself on anyone who dared stand in its way.
Outside the massive barrier, the true extent of their predicament became horrifyingly clear. The sky above was filled with intricate inscriptions, glowing with a malevolent light that spoke of ancient, forbidden magic.
These weren't just simple runes; they were a symphony of malevolence, meticulously crafted over centuries, each one a note in a grand, dark opus that had finally reached its crescendo. Millions—no, hundreds of millions—of these inscriptions had formed a colossal web of sealing, a cage designed to trap even the mightiest beings.
It was a prison, vast and unyielding, locking the Suns within its invisible walls.
The Cryptic Sun's voice oozed through the air, filled with a deep-seated malice that had festered for far too long. "I've had enough of being underestimated by all of you," he spat, his words like venomous darts aimed at the pride of the Suns. "It's time for me to exact my long-overdue revenge."
The Red Sun, never one to back down from a fight, felt his blood boil. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the air around him seemed to shimmer with the heat of his fury. His teeth were bared in a feral snarl, his eyes burning with the fire of a thousand battles fought and won. "You think this barrier will hold us long enough for you to escape?
What in the heavens are you even planning?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl, the sound of a predator cornered but not defeated. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered under the weight of his rage.
The Cryptic Sun continued to taunt the Red Sun, his every word a dagger aimed at the pride of the Suns. The rest of them, their faces twisted with rage, were powerless to act against the barrier that held them captive. Their power, once thought to be unchallengeable, now felt like a cruel joke.
"Why are you doing this?" The Blue Sun's voice rang out, filled with a mix of disbelief and anger. But her question was met with cold, indifferent silence. The Death Sun, however, seemed uninterested in explanations. He was a man acting on whims, and his whims had brought them to the brink of disaster.
"The opportunity to act presented itself much sooner than I had anticipated," the Death Sun mused, his tone eerily calm amidst the chaos. "Shen Bao, I must thank you for dying so spectacularly. It caught my attention and piqued my curiosity. Now, with the Lording Sun fully sealed and the Dusking Sun gravely wounded, you've handed me two Suns on a silver platter."
"Darkest Sun!" Shen Bao shouted through the bracelet, desperation creeping into his voice. "We need help! We're being attacked!"
"My hands are tied!" The Darkest Sun's voice came through, strained and filled with frustration. His words caught everyone by surprise, their eyes widening in disbelief. "I saw what happened, but I cannot act... they couldn't have chosen a better time..."
The Darkest Sun's bracelet projected an image of what he was facing: an overwhelming horde of Rakshasa, their numbers seemingly endless. Among them was a gargantuan Rakshasa, its size comparable to a moon, leading the charge with terrifying determination. It was a sight that filled them all with dread, a nightmare made flesh.
"They noticed the state of the Lording Sun and decided to strike. I can't allow them to advance any further! You'll have to figure it out on your own! The Wisest Sun is still at his land—I've already sent him a command for help, but it'll take time for him to arrive," the Darkest Sun said, his voice tight with urgency.
The Cryptic Sun interjected with a sneer, "An interesting plan, but it's one I won't allow to succeed."
"I'm trapped," the Wisest Sun's voice came through, his tone unusually tense. His hands moved rapidly, trying to dispel the millions of formations that had appeared out of nowhere, imprisoning him in his own land. The Cryptic Sun had meticulously planted these traps across each of the Suns' domains, ensuring that no help would arrive in time.
"This will take me at least a day to break through. It's less restrictive than what you're dealing with, but it's still a significant obstacle," the Wisest Sun's voice crackled through the bracelet, adding yet another layer of dread to their already dire situation.
The atmosphere grew darker as the Cryptic Sun began laughing like a mad hesterical maniac. Today all of you will finally see how helpless you all are! Calling me a Fake Sun! Who is the fake one now!"