The scene shifted to the Shadow Kingdom, a realm once bustling with life now shrouded in darkness and fear. The palace walls, once gleaming with the pride of a just ruler, now bore the stains of the dark arts. Aria reclined on the throne, her laughter echoing through the hallowed halls as she toyed with her enslaved playthings. Their cries of despair melded with the clinking of chains, a symphony of suffering that filled the air.
Seyrin, Adam, Lizzy and the newly arrived Lili, who entered the room with a feeling of terror, approached the goddess of time with their heads bowed. Their expressions were a mixture of loyalty and fear, a testament to the power Aria possessed. The air was heavy with the odor of wealth and despair; it was a reminder of the winding path he was leading them down.
The shadows in the Shadow Kingdom were not just the absence of light but also the embodiment of fear and the unknown. The palace walls, once gleaming with the hope of a just ruler, were now stained with the dark whispers of a tyrannical reign. The once proud halls were filled with the murmurs of the oppressed and the echoes of their silent screams. The very air seemed to thicken with each step they took closer to the throne, the weight of Aria's influence pressing down upon them like a heavy shroud.
As they approached the throne room, the sound of laughter grew louder, a disturbing melody that seemed to dance on the edge of madness. The door swung open, revealing Aria, the goddess of time, reclining on the throne of the Shadow King, surrounded by naked, trembling figures with chains around their necks. The room was bathed in an eerie blue light that cast elongated shadows across the floor, adding an otherworldly element to the already macabre scene.
Seyrin, Adam, Lizzy, and Lili walked in, their heads bowed low in an involuntary display of subservience. The stench of fear and despair was palpable, almost suffocating. Aria looked up, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and contempt as she took in the new arrivals. Her fingers trailed down the trembling body of a slave, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Ah, my loyal subjects," she purred, her voice like velvet over sharpened steel. "You bring me a delightful surprise."
The chained figures writhed and whimpered under her touch, their eyes pleading for mercy that would never come. Aria's laughter was a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of the kneeling group. "Lili," she said, turning her gaze to Lili, "I would love for your soul to be alive?"