Epilogue
Year 1204 BCE | Some place in Northern China.
The area surrounding the temple burned fiercely.
Centuries of history were reduced to ashes in seconds.
But it was all a facade protecting something deeper.
Something darker.
Giant, heavy footsteps approached at great speed along the steps leading up to the main entrance of the temple.
The hoods and dark red robes fluttered in the air, carrying with them the dust, ashes, and blood spilled that night.
At the top of the temple stood a young woman.
With hair as blue as the midday sky and eyes as golden as the sun that illuminates the morning.
She carried a heavy burden, a great responsibility.
Her jade sword glowed with the light of the flames and the reflection of the moon as she watched impassively as the hooded figures climbed up to her.
When they reached the summit…
There was no dialogue, no mutual glances, only blood.
Although she faced them with courage and bravery, the young woman's sword could not withstand them.
Her past.
Present.
And future, was sealed.
Far from any world that could save her.
Far from the gaze of others.
Among scrolls and pages lost in the infinity of the cosmos.
After the fierce battle, the invaders managed to break through, descending into the bowels of the temple.
They reached a secret chamber surrounded by cryptic symbols and stone obelisks carved with ancient spells.
In the center, a crack in the floor revealed a bottomless abyss, through which a door, a narrow path that seemed to connect two worlds, stretched into the unknown.
The hooded figures made their way along the path, knowing that time was not on their side.
The walls around them distorted, twisting, breaking apart, and coming back together.
With every step they took, the path became more and more incomprehensible, until they reached a room that could only be described as the most absolute void that exists.
In the center, the bars of an enormous prison rose up, one that was beyond anyone's comprehension.
The hooded figures approached, offering a small container with a deep bow.
And suddenly, a reddish, macabre-looking hand emerged from the bars.
From the tip of one of its claws, some blood dripped into the small container and then disappeared again into the immense darkness that lay beyond the prison bars.
With their objective accomplished, the hooded figures hurriedly left the scene, leaving behind a phrase that echoed throughout the temple as the flames consumed all that remained of it.
"Oh, eternal God of flesh, may your strength propel our heiress, may Ion bless her existence for you, may your powers lift her up above a world tainted by technology."
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