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.
"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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