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Arian did not know that the journey he had begun on that dark night would take him to realms far beyond what he had ever imagined. After leaving the temple and training extensively on the power of the book, he felt something strange following him at every step. There was something unseen tracking his path, lurking in the shadows.
The sky above him had turned a deep crimson, with the moon appearing larger than usual. His eyes were clouded with uncertainty, and questions in his heart remained unanswered. He felt the power coursing through his veins thanks to the book, yet at the same time, he knew he was not alone in this world.
As he walked through the narrow path between the mountains, a sudden noise broke the silence. His heart pounded violently. There was an unnatural movement on the horizon. Shadows moved rapidly in his direction, and as they grew closer, their presence became even more imposing.
Arian stood still, watching as the shadows began to reveal themselves. A tall figure emerged, its face completely obscured, but its dark silhouette seemed to engulf everything around it. It wore dark armor, its crimson eyes glowing like embers in the darkness. Long black hair flowed wildly in the air, clinging to its massive frame, as if it were the embodiment of a nightmare itself.
One of the shadows stepped forward, its presence pressing upon the ground beneath it. "You are the one chosen by the book?" it asked in a deep, resonant voice.
Arian felt the weight of the words. It was clear that these beings had endured more than any human could withstand. He avoided showing any hesitation in his response, steadying himself before replying with confidence: "Yes, and I am here to stop you."
The shadows laughed viciously, a laughter that carried with it the echoes of a long history of suffering. "Do you think you can defeat us? What are you humans before the forces of the shadows of the cosmos?"
As it spoke, one of the shadows suddenly lunged toward Arian with blinding speed. It was unexpected, but he was faster. The shadow attacked with a long, sharp sword, sparks flying from its edge as it clashed against the book's radiant light. But Arian had trained for this moment.
He raised his hand swiftly, opening the book before him and murmuring words he had learned. Instantly, a shimmering shield of light enveloped his body, glowing with a silver-like brilliance. The power granted by the book exceeded his expectations.
"I could see you before, but now, I will not back down!" Arian shouted, gathering his strength to face the assault.
The battle was fierce. In mere moments, Arian found himself forced to push back the shadow's blade with all his might, while the book pulsed in his hand, as if sending him invisible messages about his enemies' weaknesses. He recalled every word he had learned in the temple, and each burst of light from the book brought him newfound inspiration.
As he parried the initial attack, another shadow struck from the side, attempting to break through his defenses. But Arian managed to direct a powerful beam of light from the book straight at the advancing shadow. It exploded into a cloud of dark smoke, but Arian knew the fight was far from over.
He paused for a moment to catch his breath, his eyes glowing with determination. The battle raged within the dark cavern, the book's light shining between his hands like a star illuminating a path through the void.
Yet, these shadows were not mere adversaries. They represented something deeper within Arian. The stronger the book became, the more questions he had about it—and about what he was truly meant to do. Was he using this power for himself? Or had the book chosen him for a mission far greater than merely standing against the shadows?
He pondered as he fought. When he finally struck the third shadow with another beam of light, it too dissipated into the dark mist. But the silence that followed was eerie—no breathing, no movement. The very air felt saturated with pressure.
From the fading shadows, the figure that had been watching from afar stepped forward—the leader of the shadows, who had been silently observing the confrontation.
Its features were still unseen, but its glowing crimson eyes were locked directly onto Arian's soul, as if reading his every thought.
"You are merely the beginning," the voice whispered into the void before vanishing, leaving Arian bewildered.
"You are merely the beginning," the voice echoed again before disappearing, leaving Arian in a state of confusion. He cautiously scanned his surroundings, his eyes searching through the dissipating shadows. All that remained was the suffocating silence that enveloped the dark cavern. His heart pounded in his chest—something had changed in the air around him. He was not alone here, and now he knew it for certain.
Arian turned to the book in his hands, its light faint but steady. The power within it was alive, responding to the events unfolding before him. Yet, there were still too many unanswered questions. Who were these shadows? What did their leader's words mean? Was he hinting at something far greater than Arian had anticipated?
Taking a deep breath, Arian lifted his gaze to the sky above, recalling what Mika had told him days ago about the eternal battle between light and darkness, about the mysteries held within ancient books whose secrets had yet to be unveiled. A bitterness filled his mouth—this was not merely a battle of strength; it was a battle of mind and spirit. And now, he found himself in the very heart of it.
As he contemplated his next move, he felt a presence approaching from behind. It was faint, nearly imperceptible, but with his heightened senses, he could feel it. He turned swiftly, his hands gripping the book tightly, ready for any new threat.
A dim light flickered among the rocks, followed by the appearance of more shadowy figures—this time, they were greater in number and far stronger. They advanced slowly, yet they did not shout or speak; they moved like specters, their glowing eyes watching his every step. Arian knew that one wrong move could be his last.
But instead of launching an immediate attack, the figures stood before him, their crimson eyes burning with fury, yet at the same time, they seemed to be evaluating the young man who was merely the beginning for them. Arian stood his ground, resolute, just as his training had taught him. He realized this was not a battle of victory or defeat—it was a test. A test of his will.
One of the figures raised its hand, closing the distance between them. Then, it spoke in an ancient, incomprehensible tongue, as if reciting an ancient incantation. Arian was unsure of what was happening, but suddenly, the ground beneath him trembled violently.
He pulled the book in front of him, silently reciting words from the text he had memorized during his training. He wasn't entirely sure if it would work, but there was a gap in his defenses. He felt the book's power supporting him, pushing him forward, as if granting him confidence despite the unknown.
The threat was clear, and every step brought him closer to the inevitable confrontation. But Arian regained his balance, raising his hands once more, ready to counter any further attack. It was a delicate moment—one signal could unleash an onslaught, yet Arian felt something deeper within himself, an instinct he could not ignore.
Could this test be part of something much greater? Was the book merely a tool, or did it have a purpose that had yet to be revealed?
The shadows moved their hands in perfect synchronization, making Arian suddenly realize—they were acting as a single entity, bound by an ancient force. And at that moment, he understood something profound within himself: defeating these shadows was not the true goal—there was something far greater at stake.
A moment of silence. Then, suddenly, the attack erupted.