A scrawny man walks through the grand halls of a magnificent castle, marveling at its opulence and beauty. The walls are adorned with polished marble, reflecting the warm glow of chandeliers and flickering torches. Each stone pillar is exquisitely carved, a testament to the skilled craftsmanship of its makers. Elaborate tapestries hang from the walls, depicting epic battles, lavish feasts, and lavish ceremonies fit for royalty. But it is not these sights that capture the man's attention.
No, it is the breathtaking woman standing on the balcony before him. She has a heart-shaped face with delicate features and porcelain skin that glows in the light. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back in soft waves, glistening like strands of pure gold in the sunlight. The wind playfully tousles her locks as she gazes out into the distance. The man's heart swells with love and admiration as he draws closer to her.
He stands beside her, enveloped by the sweet scent of her perfume - a floral blend of roses and jasmine with a hint of vanilla. It is intoxicating, like wandering through a blooming garden on a warm summer day. As he wraps his thin arm around her waist,
the woman smiles radiantly at him.
They spend some time together on the balcony, basking in each other's presence and reminiscing about all the good times they have shared. But soon, the woman's smile fades as a frown creases her forehead.
"What's wrong, my love?" The man asks gently, taking her hand in his.
"It's almost time," she sighs, turning to face him. "Velrithia grows stronger by the day."
The man nods solemnly. "But you are strong too," he reassures her. "I have no doubt that you will succeed."
He pulls her into his arms, holding her close as she relaxes against him. They watch the sunset together, the stars slowly emerging in the darkening sky. And in that moment, surrounded by the grandeur of the castle and the warmth of their love, they are at peace.
the scene shifts and the man can be seen holding the woman in his arms.
The woman's once lively and glowing complexion now appeared ashen and devoid of life. Her once bright and joyful eyes had lost their gleam, replaced by a hollow emptiness that mirrored the unforgiving truth of death. It was as if all color and vitality had been drained from her features, leaving behind a haunting shell of what she used to be.
The man knelt beside her, his tears falling freely onto her still body. With trembling hands, he gently stroked her face as if willing her to open her eyes and smile at him one last time. But her skin was cold and lifeless, and her eyes remained closed, forever denying him of her beautiful gaze.
Despair washed over him like a wave, crashing against the fragile remains of his heart. Memories flooded his mind, each image more painful than the last. His fingers trembled as they traced the contours of her face, imprinting every detail into his memory. He whispered words of love and sorrow, his voice choked with emotion. This was not how it was supposed to end.
But now he knew that she would never awaken again, and his heart shattered into a million pieces at the thought. The man's heart was heavy with grief and his vision blurred as he struggled to register the figures gathering around him. Their stoic, emotionless forms seemed almost unreal in contrast to his raw emotions.
As the men realized their presence, his sorrow turned to seething rage. He had begged and pleaded for them to end this cruel fate, until his voice was hoarse and his pleas fell on deaf ears. They remained unmoved by his pain, stating that it was their will. And now, the person he had loved with all his being lay in his arms, gone from this world forever. The once warm body of the woman he had loved with all of his immortal being, now cold and still, a chilling reminder of the finality of death.
The man stared at the gods before him, his heart heavy with betrayal and rage.
He could feel their powerful presence emanating from their perfect forms, and he knew that they had used his love as a mere pawn in their cruel game. In that moment, he vowed to never let them ensnare another innocent soul in their web of deception for as long as they lived.
The air around him crackled with his determination and defiance, and he stood tall and unyielding against the immortals who had toyed with his heart.The scene shifts once again, and the man finds himself walking up a narrow path towards a swirling portal, his dark cloak billowing dramatically behind him.
The scene shifts once more, and the man trudges up a winding path as the rain pelts down around him. The wind howls through the trees, causing his heavy black cloak to ripple and snap behind him. As he reaches the top of the path, a large glowing portal looms before him, beckoning him closer.
But just as he approaches, the gods materialize behind him in a burst of ethereal light. The largest among them speaks with an air of authority, scolding the man for his childish temper tantrum. They remind him that as a god, he is above such trivial matters.
The man whirls to face the gods, his rage evident on his contorted features. He defiantly declares once more that he will not allow them to harm anyone ever again. With venom in his words, he turns back to the portal and steps forward without looking back. In an instant, he disappears into its pulsating glow, leaving the gods stunned in his wake.