Chapter 13: The Gathering of the Ten
In the vast expanse of the known universe, an ancient prophecy as old as time itself loomed ominously. It spoke of a day when the stars would align, heralding a cataclysmic event that would shake the very fabric of existence. The prophecy foretold the spread of disorder, the rise of chaos, and the ensuing reign of decay, destruction, and death. As the day of alignment drew near, the rules governing the universe would bend and buckle, leading everything towards an ultimate end. This prophecy had instilled fear even in the hearts of the ten supreme beings, driving them to transcend this reality in a desperate attempt to evade their impending fate.
Meanwhile, in a mysterious and ethereal space hidden from mortal eyes, stood an imposing golden temple. From the outside, the temple appeared unassuming, lacking intricate designs or embellishments. However, the aura emanating from its core distorted the very essence of space and time, casting an ominous presence upon the surrounding area. The empty hall within was shrouded in darkness, while an enigmatic black fog swirled and danced in the air. At the heart of the hall, a table materialized, seemingly condensed from the very darkness itself. Ten figures, their features obscured by the swirling mist, sat silently around the table. Their gender and identities remained a mystery, for the dense fog concealed any attempts at discerning their true nature.
The reason for this clandestine meeting lay in the birth of a new aspect, a force that had emerged within the cosmos. The imminent threat posed by the approaching event, one that could potentially bring about the end of all creation, had compelled these enigmatic beings to gather in this otherworldly space. The fate of existence itself hung in the balance, and they sought to unravel the mysteries that lay ahead.
Chapter 13: The Gathering of the Ten
The oppressive silence that had pervaded the hall was shattered by the voice of one of the figures, breaking the stillness that had consumed the space.
"Another one has emerged, surely you all have sensed its presence," the figure spoke, its tone laden with urgency.
"Yes, time itself is shifting, and we cannot afford to remain idle," another being chimed in, its voice filled with determination.
The weight of the prophecy hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow of apprehension over the gathering. The beings knew that they must seize this opportunity presented by the newly emerged entity, utilizing it as a conduit to dismantle the barriers that had defied their previous attempts. The threat of the impending cataclysm loomed ever closer, and they understood the gravity of their task.
"who'd though. after reaching this level we're still afraid of something" one of the figures murmured, a somber expression etched upon their face.
"We must return to our respective domains and make preparations," declared another being, their voice resonating with authority. The meeting had reached its conclusion, and each figure departed, their minds focused on the formidable challenges that lay ahead.
Dr. Morgan's POV
Five years had passed since the incident in Africa, and we had brought the boy to our research lab. Throughout those years, he remained unchanged, seemingly unaffected by the passing of time. Coupled with his remarkable healing abilities, it was a puzzle we couldn't crack.
I was in my office, buried under a mountain of papers, when a staff member rushed in, panic evident in their voice. "Doctor Morgan, we have a situation with the subject." Without hesitation, I followed them into the room where the boy had been kept, only to find him convulsing, black sticky substance oozing from his mouth, nose, and ears. We attempted to sedate him, but our efforts proved futile. His skin cracked, spreading like shattered glass, and no needle could penetrate it. We could only stand there, helpless witnesses to the strange phenomenon unfolding before us. His healing abilities seemed to have ceased.
As we watched, shocking transformations overtook the boy's body. His form became more robust and vibrant, his previously black skin acquiring a lustrous sheen. His hair turned black, interspersed with crimson streaks, growing longer and cascading down his back. His eyes remained closed, shrouded in mystery. The reasons behind these changes eluded me, but I was determined to uncover the truth. Suddenly, his eyes burst open, emanating a brilliant silver and red light that blasted a hole through the ceiling. I stood there, bewildered, as his body grew increasingly hot, causing everything around him to melt. The discomfort became unbearable, and I hastily retreated from the room, drenched in sweat. The glass housing the subject began to liquefy, resembling rubber rather than shattering like normal glass. A sense of foreboding gripped me tightly.
Dr. Morgan's perspective ended.