With Zephyr defeated, I quickly turned and flew back to Architect's side. When I reached him, I knelt down beside his weakened form, gently taking his hand in mine. I closed my eyes and concentrated, channeling my power through my hand and into Architect. Void energy flowed from me into him, filling his body and beginning to heal his wounds.
As the energy swirled through him, it repaired his damaged tissues, mending his broken body and slowly bringing him back to consciousness. I watched as Architect's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at me with a tired but grateful expression. Your... You're alive!! I give him a hug feeling realived and worried.
I thought I'll never say you again but I'm glad you ok.
You…you saved me," he said, his voice hoarse and weak. "Thank you.
I nodded, a small smile on my face. "It was the least I could do," I replied. "Rest now. You need to recover your strength.
At the Chaos Council headquarters, the leaders of the organization were deep in discussion when they received news of Zephyr's defeat. What?!" one of them exclaimed, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "How is this possible? Zephyr was our most powerful soldier!
It must be some kind of mistake," said another council member. "There's no way our strongest warrior could be defeated so easily!
But we have confirmation," said a third. "Our sources have reported that Zephyr has been completely annihilated. There is no doubt about it.
This is not good," a council member said, their voice grave. "If our strongest fighter can be defeated so easily, then we are in great danger.
The leader of the Chaos Council, a mysterious and powerful figure known only as Number One, had been silently listening to the conversation. But now, they spoke up, their eyes narrowing and their expression hardening.
This is indeed a serious situation," they said in a cold, unemotional voice. "We must find out who or what defeated Zephyr and ensure that it poses no further threat to our plans. We cannot afford to be complacent or underestimate our enemies," Number One continued, glancing around the room at the other council members. "We must be prepared to take drastic action if necessary.
Number One gestured, and a portal appeared in the room. From it stepped a figure, a powerful and muscular warrior with a fierce and intimidating aura. This was one of the Chaos Council's most powerful members, and Number One had summoned them for a specific mission.
The warrior approached Number One, their eyes scanning the room with a cold, calculating gaze. "You summoned me, Master?" they asked, their voice flat and emotionless. Yes," Number One replied. "I have a mission for you. There is a powerful being who defeated Zephyr and presents a threat to our plans. I want you to find out who or what they are and deal with them. Can you do that?
Of course, Master," the warrior replied, their eyes narrowing. "I will not fail you. I will find this being and eliminate them, no matter what it takes.
Excellent," Number One said, their voice betraying a hint of satisfaction. "Go now. And do not return until the mission is complete.
The warrior nodded and turned, striding towards the portal without another word. They vanished through the portal, disappearing into the Void on their mission to find and defeat the mysterious being that had defeated Zephyr.
I sat by the campfire, the flames crackling and snapping as they flickered and danced. The night was quiet, the only sounds coming from the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. I stared into the flames, lost in thought as I replayed the events of the day in my mind. I had defeated Zephyr and saved Architect, but the Chaos Council was still out there, and we were far from safe.
I turned to look at Architect, who was sitting beside me by the campfire. He was still looking tired and worn out from the fight, but he seemed to be regaining his strength little by little. How are you feeling?" I asked, looking at him with concern. "You're still looking pretty rough.
I'm better," Architect replied, giving me a weak smile. "Thanks to you, I'm alive and that's all that matters. You shouldn't have overexerted yourself like that," I said, chiding him gently. "You need to rest and recuperate fully before we can move on.
Architect nodded, his expression turning serious. "You're right. We can't underestimate the Chaos Council. They won't just give up after losing one member. They'll send more and more powerful soldiers after us. We need to be prepared for anything," Architect continued. "We don't know what kind of powers or abilities they have, but we can't take any chances. We need to expect the unexpected and be ready for anything they throw at us.
He trailed off, lost in thought for a moment. I waited patiently, sensing that he was working through something important in his mind. I said, OK but we need to get stronger if we can stand a chance against the chaos council and there soldiers.
Architect looked at me, his eyes brightening as I spoke. "You're right," he said, nodding. "We need to train and become stronger. We need to push ourselves to our limits and beyond if we're going to stand a chance against the Chaos Council and their soldiers.
And I know a place, long ago there was a training ground that helped powerful beings become stronger, It was created by the celestials as a training ground for their own warriors. But it was destroyed long ago by a powerful eldritch being, an entity called Irish. Who is irish I asked.
Architect paused for a moment, his expression becoming grave. "Irish is an ancient and powerful eldritch being, a creature of unknown origin and immense power. It is said that it has existed since the beginning of time itself, and its true form is beyond mortal comprehension. It is the embodiment of chaos and destruction, and it seeks only to sow discord and destruction wherever it goes," he continued. "It destroyed the training ground of the celestials and anyone who tried to restore it.
I watched as Architect continued to speak, my mind racing as he revealed the truth about the eldritch being known as Irish and its destruction of the training ground
That's not all," Architect said, his tone grave. "It's also said that Irish has a deep hatred for the celestials and anyone who dares to oppose it. And its wrath is legendary. Any who dare to defy it often meet a gruesome and violent end.
So, it's not just the Chaos Council we have to worry about," Architect concluded, his expression dark. "We also have to beware of this being, Irish, and its seemingly endless rage. I listened silently, absorbing every word that Architect spoke. The thought of facing not only the Chaos Council, but also this terrifying eldritch being, seemed like an almost insurmountable challenge.
But…"" Architect said, his voice becoming determined again. "But we cannot give up. We have faced and overcome many challenges before. And with your strength and my knowledge, we can find a way to defeat the Chaos Council and stop Irish from wreaking further havoc.
I looked up as a rift appeared in the sky, a swirling vortex of energy and color that seemed to tear the very fabric of reality apart. I watched in shock as someone fell from the sky, crashing to the ground with a loud thud. They lay motionless for a moment, dazed and disoriented from the fall.
I rushed over to the fallen form, quickly inspecting it and realizing that it was an angel. Their wings were damaged, feathers torn and broken from the rough landing, and they were bruised and battered from the impact. I rush to the crate and I knelt down beside the fallen angel, carefully tending to her wounds and helping her sit up. She was weakened and dazed, but seemingly unharmed apart from some bruising and scrapes.
As the morning sun rose, the fallen angel stirred, their eyes fluttering open as she slowly regained consciousness. She looked around, disoriented and confused, before spotting me nearby.
I smiled gently at them as they sat up slowly, wincing as they moved. They looked at me with a mixture of confusion and wariness in their eyes, unsure of who or what I was.
You're alright," I said, speaking softly to try and calm their nerves. "You're safe now. I found you yesterday and helped heal your injuries.
The angel nodded, still looking wary, but seeming to relax a little at my words. They looked around, taking in their surroundings. We were still by the campfire from the night before, the ashes now cold and lifeless.
Where…where am I?" the angel asked, their voice hoarse and rough. "And who are you? You're in a forest, far from any city or town," I replied, giving them a reassuring smile. "And I'm Mona. I found you lying on the ground after you fell from the sky.
I remember…I remembered I was attacked by someone," they said, their voice low and fearful. "I managed to escape through a rift, but I was injured...
I nodded, listening sympathetically to the angel's story. It was clear that they had been through a traumatic experience, and was still shaken by it.
Who attacked you?" I asked gently, not wanting to push the angel too far, but also wanting to know more about what had happened. The Chaos Council?" I repeated, my eyes widening in shock. "Why would they attack you? And why were you on their radar in the first place?
"I was sent by the celestials to spy on the Chaos Council and report back," the angel replied. "They must have discovered me and decided to eliminate me before I could report anything.
I see," I said, understanding dawning on me. "So you were working as a spy for the celestials, and the Chaos Council tried to kill you for it. I clenched my fists tightly, anger and frustration welling up inside me at the thought of the Chaos Council attacking the angel in such a cowardly and ruthless way.
Those bastards," I muttered, the words coming out in a low growl. "They don't have any regard for life or decency, attacking an innocent being like that just to further their own goals… They don't care," the angel confirmed, their voice grim. "They are ruled by power and greed, and will stop at nothing to get what they want.
Sorry to ask but what is your name I said to the angel.
My name is Angelica," the angel replied, her voice a little stronger now. "Angelica the watcher, that's what they called me in the celestial realm.
Angelica the watcher…" I repeated, committing the name to memory. "It's a fitting name for someone like you, someone who watches over others and protects them from harm.
Angelica smiled faintly at my words, seemingly appreciative of the compliment. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I'm grateful for your kindness, especially after what I've been through.
As I spoke to Angelica, I felt my heart beating fast in my chest. There was something about her that was strangely captivating, something that drew me to her and made me want to protect her.
I looked at her, taking in the details of her features: her silvery wings, her soft, wavy hair, her kind, sparkling eyes…it was hard to believe this beautiful being had been through so much pain and suffering.
Just as I was talking to Angelica, Architect suddenly came running up. He looked battered and bruised, with several deep cuts and scratches on his arms and face.
What happened?!" I asked, alarmed by his appearance. "Architect, are you alright?! He explains the leader of the Chaos Council sent his soldiers after us," Architect explained, panting and out of breath. "They attacked me, and I barely managed to escape.
The leader?!" I exclaimed, feeling a mixture of shock and fear at the thought of the Chaos Council's leader being aware of our presence. "He's coming after us personally?
Is it because of my battle with Zephyr there after us.
Architect nodded, confirming my suspicion.
"Yes, it's likely that the leader was made aware of your battle with Zephyr," he confirmed. "And they see you as a threat to their plans.
Then we have to be on our guard" I said, my mind racing with thoughts of what the Chaos Council might do next. "They won't stop until they eliminate us.
The leader's sent his most powerful soldier after us," Architect said urgently. "You need to leave, Mona. And you have to take Angelica with you. She's in danger here too.
What? But I can't just leave you here alone!" I protested, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of abandoning Architect. You have to," Architect insisted. "The leader's soldier is no ordinary enemy. He's incredibly powerful, and I don't know if I can hold him off for long. But I can buy you time to escape.
Just as Architect spoke, we heard a loud explosion from nearby. The ground shook beneath our feet, and the sound of gunfire and shouting echoed through the air. It sounded like the leader's soldier had already arrived.
Go, now!" Architect urged, pushing me towards Angelica. "Take her and run. I'll hold them off as long as I can. Architect quickly created a portal, the edges shimmering with bright light. He shoved us towards it, urgency in his eyes.
"Hurry, go through the portal! It will take you to safety.
I grabbed Angelica's hand and we rushed through the portal, disappearing into the swirling vortex of energy. The portal closed behind us, leaving Architect to face the Chaos Council's soldier alone.