Three days had passed, and I found myself wandering aimlessly toward the South, guided by the woman's voice in my head. My body was grimy and cut up, and exhaustion and hunger weighed heavily on me. I survived on wild berries and herbs, scavenging whatever I could find. Ahead, an oddly shaped ridge came into view, and the woman directed me to head there.
As I approached, a sense of déjà vu washed over me. A flashback unfolded in my mind, revealing a huge golden palace with dragon statues, arranged neatly in a perfect circle. In the center of this circle stood a spire that emitted a beam of pure white light, reaching into the heavens. The memory was vivid, and I recalled a blinding light and the sudden appearance of a great warrior.
This warrior had horns adorned with jewels and massive dragon-like wings that glimmered, matching his golden armor that reflected the sun's rays. The dragon-like creature made his way toward the center, where the beam of light originated.
The vision left me momentarily disoriented, and as I continued toward the ridge, the landscape began to transform. The once desolate surroundings shifted, revealing the outskirts of the circular city from my vision. The dragon statues stood tall and majestic, and the palaces, both huge and medium-sized, formed a perfect circle.
In the center, the spire rose, still producing a beam of pure white light. The atmosphere was surreal, and I hesitated as the memories flooded back. The woman's voice urged me forward, guiding me toward the heart of the city. The closer I got, the more details emerged, and the grandeur of the place became apparent.
As I entered the city, the great warrior from my vision materialized before me, his presence commanding respect. "Welcome, Amon. You have returned to us," he declared with a voice that echoed like thunder. His horns gleamed with the wisdom of ages, and his wings spread wide, casting a shadow over the awe-inspiring city.
I struggled to comprehend the significance of this place and my connection to it. The warrior, sensing my confusion, approached with a reassuring smile. "You are the Chosen One, Amon. The one destined to bring balance and order to our realm. This is the Celestial City, a haven between dimensions, and you are its guardian."
The weight of the revelation settled on my shoulders, and questions swirled in my mind. The woman's voice, now silent, had guided me here for a purpose. The warrior, recognizing my internal struggle, offered guidance. "You possess a power, Amon, a force that has awakened within you. Embrace it, for it is the key to fulfilling your destiny."
As I grappled with the unfolding truths, the city pulsated with an otherworldly energy, and the spire's light intensified. My journey was far from over, and the challenges that lay ahead in the Celestial City would shape not only my fate but the destiny of realms beyond.
Entranced by the beaming light, I took hesitant steps forward. The brilliance seemed to intensify, drawing me in with an irresistible force. As my hand extended towards the light, it enveloped me in a warm, ethereal glow. In that luminous embrace, unfamiliar memories flooded my consciousness, weaving through my mind like a cascading river. Faces and places, unknown yet strangely intimate, surged forward, leaving me both awestruck and bewildered.
Amidst this kaleidoscope of memories, the great warrior's distant shouts reached my ears, a reminder of the tangible world I was momentarily leaving behind. However, an irresistible urge pushed me further into the radiant abyss, as if the light itself beckoned me to unravel its mysteries.
Deeper I delved, feeling a merging of self with the radiant entity. I became one with the light, the boundaries of my being dissolving in its ethereal embrace. The transition was both overwhelming and exhilarating, as if I were stepping into a realm beyond mortal comprehension.
In the midst of this transcendence, the daggers I had carried, imbued with the dark flames of destruction, materialized before me. Their blades shimmered with a crimson glow, resonating with the power emanating from the radiant light. It was then that a majestic figure emerged—a woman with flowing crimson hair, obsidian eyes, and four wings adorned with the same vibrant red hue. She gracefully knelt before me, a symbol of reverence and loyalty.
With a voice that echoed familiarity, she spoke, "My lord, welcome home." Recognition dawned upon me, and I realized she was the same voice that had guided me, the woman in my head. "You... it's you, the woman from my thoughts?" I stammered in disbelief.
She met my gaze with cold yet gentle eyes, introducing herself as Vrena, my most trusted servant. The revelation left me in awe, the connection between the mysterious voice and this ethereal being becoming clearer. As the radiant light continued to pulsate around us, I began to comprehend the magnitude of the journey that lay ahead, guided by the enigmatic Vrena and the powers that now coursed through me.
Vrena's words echoed in the radiant space, and she gestured towards a majestic spire that stood tall and imposing. A magnificent throne, bathed in the combined brilliance of darkness and light, awaited at its peak. Encouraged by her, I ascended the steps, each one resonating with the cosmic energy that pulsed through the surroundings.
Seated upon the throne, a surge of divine power coursed through me. The transformation was profound. Amon, the mortal I once was, became a deity embodying both darkness and light. A right golden eye and a left pitch-black eye now adorned my face, reflecting the cosmic balance I held within. The once ordinary armor now gleamed in brilliant gold, and in my grasp, a colossal spear pulsated with godly energy.
As the embodiment of the divine, my golden skin radiated with an otherworldly glow, akin to the brilliance of a myriad of stars encapsulated within me. Memories from countless millennia flooded my consciousness, unveiling the grand tapestry of my existence.
Stepping out from the radiant light, I gazed upon a realm that bowed in reverence. Even the mighty warrior, once a stalwart figure, now knelt in submission. Vrena, beaming with happiness, stood proudly by my side, her demeanor a delicate balance of joy and regality.
As I towered over the bowed figures, the realization of my newfound status settled within me. I had transcended the boundaries of mortality, becoming the God of Darkness and Light. The air itself seemed to acknowledge my ascension, and a profound stillness enveloped the sacred space.
In the wake of this divine transformation, I contemplated the responsibilities that lay ahead. With Vrena as my guide and the cosmic forces at my command, a celestial journey awaited—a journey to balance the realms, uphold the cosmic equilibrium, and wield the powers that now resided within me.
To Be Continued…..