The void around them lay in absolute stillness, a blank canvas devoid of light or sound. The remnants of the conflict had faded, leaving behind an eerie silence, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. Umbra stood at the center, surrounded by his wives, each one radiating strength and unity, but beneath the surface, a tempest of emotions swirled.
As the Godhand struggled to regain their composure, the air thick with tension, Umbra's wives finally found their voices. Their hearts beat as one, resonating with a fierce determination that electrified the stillness.
"We don't love Umbra because we thought he was good or bad," said Selene, her gaze fierce and unwavering. Her emerald eyes burned with intensity as she stepped forward, her voice steady yet filled with a passionate fire. "We love him for who he is. He showed us love when no one else did, when the world turned its back on us."
Aeloria moved beside her, her expression a mix of fierce loyalty and fierce defiance. "We chose to stand by his side, through the darkness and the light. We had his children because we believed in him, in the man he is beneath all the chaos." Her voice trembled slightly, the emotion choking her words, but she stood resolute.
Nyxara, her features set in stone, added with unwavering conviction, "If he wants to be bad, then we will be bad with him. We'll embrace every part of him, for we are his and he is ours." Her heart swelled with pride as she spoke, each word a vow of unwavering loyalty.
The Godhand exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and disbelief. They had expected anger, fear, perhaps even betrayal, but instead, they were met with unwavering loyalty that cut deeper than any sword.
Uraume, standing tall beside Umbra's wives, felt a surge of pride and recognition. "You can't fathom what true love is," she mused to herself, her heart swelling at the sight of their unity. "He thinks he's being clever, but after all, he is the boy who bears all."
As if acknowledging her thoughts, Umbra turned to the Godhand, his expression resolute. "There's no reason I should let you all die. Instead, I will keep you alive. I grant you the power to make all things, to reshape this existence."
"What are you doing?" one of the Godhand questioned, disbelief tainting his voice. "Have you gone soft?"
Umbra's gaze softened as he replied, his voice low and calm, "After all, I am in love now." The warmth in his words hung in the air, a revelation that sent ripples through the empty void.
The Godhand, stunned into silence, found themselves tumbling from the barrier, their forms fading into the void as if they were nothing but shadows. The deep sense of loss and sorrow for their failed understanding lingered in the air like a haunting echo.
Umbra turned back to his wives, his heart swelling with pride and love, emotions swirling within him like a storm. "What's going to happen to our kids?" one of the wives asked, her voice trembling with hope and concern. The weight of uncertainty hung heavy, yet the strength of their bond was palpable.
Umbra gathered them close, a sense of fierce purpose igniting within him. He felt their hearts beat in sync with his, a rhythm that filled him with strength. "Whatever comes next, we will face it together. As one," he vowed, his voice imbued with unwavering determination.
With a deep breath, he extended his hands outward. The wives formed two lines, three on each side of him, their expressions reflecting a blend of love, resolve, and unyielding loyalty. Together, they stepped into the nothingness, united in their purpose and strength, each of them embodying a piece of his heart.
As they walked, Umbra placed a hand atop the two closest wives, a silent promise passing between them, a vow of protection and commitment. The connection was electric, binding them together as they moved forward into the unknown.
In that infinite expanse, as they walked together into the void, Umbra felt the weight of their love and loyalty wrap around him like an indestructible shield. He knew that love transcended all—good and evil, creation and destruction. They were not merely shadows of his power; they were the light guiding him through the darkest of times.
And as the world around them faded, one thing remained clear: no matter the trials ahead, they would face them as one. In the depths of the void, they found strength in their unity, a bond that could not be broken by anything that lay ahead.