"In shadows deep, where stars do weep,
Destruction's march, a promise to keep.
Protection's hold, in twilight's grasp,
Fate's tangled thread, a timeless clasp.
Amidst the tranquil veil of night, A darkness stirs, an ominous sight. From realms unknown, they come to roam, Strange black monsters, far from home.
From realms unknown, the tempest brews,
A cosmic dance, where hope pursues.
In whispers hushed, the prophecy told,
Of battles waged, in realms untold.
Where light and dark, in eternal strife,
Shape destiny, with blade and knife.
But in the heart, of mortal kin,
Lies the key, to rise and win."
Hael and Zigan read the prophecy written on the golden tablet. Its glimmering with silver light and emitting powerful Mana.
"What does that mean?" Hael muttered in confusion.
