The cold, mysterious wind blew through Sheena's chamber, carrying soft whispers from the nature cloaked in secrets. Above the tower, the moonlight cast its gentle glow, forming a faint pattern on the floor as if hinting at a hidden power within the room.
Sheena sat in an ornate armchair, wearing a shimmering midnight robe that sparkled like the stars in the clear night sky. On the intricately carved wooden table, scrolls of protective spells lay sprawled out, bound by a softly vibrating chain of energy, holding secrets only decipherable by those possessing true courage and magical skill.
"I cannot just remain silent. I must strengthen his will."
"I must protect this content... in my own way."
The next day, Fitran returned from the northern patrol, his steady steps echoing in the silence, creating a sound that resonated throughout the empty space. An aura of determination mixed with anxiety enveloped him, and the sound of his footsteps on the stone floor reverberated, providing a rhythm to the tense quiet.
He entered the royal chamber, warmed by the gentle glow of the oil lamps, finding Sheena writing something at the table, her pen dancing across the paper like a dove seeking shelter. The flickering light of the oil lamp cast swirling shadows, as if waiting to hear the story that was about to unfold.
Fitran gazed at his wife with deep concern, then said:
"You look tired lately," he remarked, his baritone voice vibrating, filling the room with warmth, yet an unspoken note of worry slipped into his words, revealing the uncertainty that lingered in his mind.
Sheena paused her writing, offering a small smile that masked the storm within her heart. "I'm just busy with palace affairs," she replied, her gentle voice carrying a tone that tried to divert Fitran's attention from the shadows lurking around them.
Fitran stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind, offering a warm and profound sense of protection, as if flowing strength could calm her soul amidst the upheaval enveloping them. The pounding of his heart echoed, synchronized with the slowed ticking of time, creating an intimate melody within the mysterious silence of the night.
"Are you sure there's nothing you're hiding from me?" his question penetrated the stillness, unveiling an uncomfortable tension lingering between them.
Sheena froze for a moment, feeling the vibration of that question hanging in the air, pressing the weight on her chest that only seemed to grow heavier. Yet, she held her breath and composed herself, like a poet gathering words, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash her verses into the void.
"No. I'm fine," she declared with confidence, even though her eyes betrayed deep-seated secrets, as if preparing for a more profound revelation.
Fitran furrowed his brow, doubting her words, but for now, he chose not to press further. Deep inside, he sensed that Sheena was harboring something beyond mere busyness; the shadow loomed in his mind like a dark cloud threatening the horizon of their lives.
"But she will tell when she's ready."
"I won't force her."
As night crept in and Fitran became engrossed in the strategy room, Sheena silently summoned an old sorceress from beyond Elysvarre. Channeling ancient spells that resonated in the darkness of the night, the words that slipped from her lips seemed to awaken forgotten energies, drawing power from the layers of the universe that lay dormant.
Serana Elnivar.
The woman sorceress known as the Weaver of Binding Will, an expert capable of merging with the magic of the unborn. She appeared in the night breeze, like a secret whisper carried by the dew. Her steps were gentle yet firm, creating a shimmering aura that seemed to envelop her in mystical light.
Serana stood majestically before Sheena, wearing a dark blue robe that sparkled, adorned with the glowing symbols of woven magic on her shoulder. A soft breeze grasped the silence of the night, awakening the scent of damp earth and dew-laden leaves, adding to the mystical atmosphere surrounding them.
"Your Majesty, I have come as requested. What is your will?"
Sheena spoke softly, her voice nearly swallowed by the stillness of the night.
"I am pregnant...
but my child carries an unnamed magic, a force yet to be understood, one that could alter the very fabric of our reality.
I want to strengthen its life, but without anyone knowing—even my husband."
Serana bowed her head, her face filled with doubt, reflecting the weight of the decision that had to be made.
"I understand.
But the risks are enormous.
If the child carries a new will, any strengthening magic we use could not only accelerate the destabilization of an already fragile situation but also provoke unforeseen consequences that can endanger everyone involved.
Sheena tightly grasped her cloak, feeling the gentle swirl of magical energy surrounding them, enveloping them like soft waves from an unseen ocean, instilling both peace and tension in the atmosphere.
"I am willing to take the risk."
Sheena's voice was firm and filled with determination. This child must survive.
Serana looked deeply into Sheena's eyes, a glimmer of hope and sincerity shining like stars caught in the web of time, creating a bond of trust between them.
"Very well."
With a graceful motion, she began to draw the Willcraft Binding Circle on the cold floor, her tongue reciting an ancient incantation that resonated in the silence, filling the space with a powerful and vibrating magical aura.
In the strategy room, Fitran was engaged in an intense discussion with the magical advisors. Their voices were like whispers in the night wind, wrapped in the mysterious aura that enveloped the room, fraught with unseen threats.
Numerous reports arrived, heightening the tension in the air: each document disclosing darker omens, foretelling the encroaching threat posed by demonic forces.
The activity of demons has intensified around Elysvarre, resembling dark shadows that traverse the boundaries of the world with menacing intent.
Two factions of demons—Sloth and Greed—have dispatched scouts, twisted creatures intertwined with uncertainty and malicious intent, further escalating the panic within the kingdom's walls.
The name Lamia echoed among the spies of Elysvarre, his utterance resonating in the silence, enveloping the hearts of the leaders with a sense of dread.
Fitran clenched his fists, feeling the magical force coalescing between his fingers, piercing the darkness with unwavering determination.
"I know Lamia doesn't appear without reason."
"But what is he after?
The kingdom? Sheena? Or something I have yet to realize?"
That night, in a hidden underground chamber, away from the prying eyes of the world, Sheena and Serana stood resolutely within a softly glowing magic circle, encircled by the delicate fragrance of candles, which spread gently like whispers of hope and fear entwined, creating a magical atmosphere that was both captivating and fraught with tension.
Serana cautiously lit the blue candles at each corner of the room, the flames flickering on their own, as if the unexpected souls were trembling in the stillness.
"Embrace your will, Your Highness," Serana said, her gentle voice infused with strength, shrouding the stillness of the night and filling the space with an aura of determination.
"And declare whom you will protect, for this magic chooses the power of love amid darkness."
Sheena tenderly cradled her abdomen, her voice steady and hopeful:
"I protect my child.
I safeguard their will.
I will not allow the old world to take them before their time."
The magic circle glowed with increasing intensity, vibrating in harmony with the incantation being spoken, the blue light shimmering like stars radiating from the dark night sky.
The Binding Willcraft spell was activated.
A silvery violet aura flowed from the floor, enveloping Sheena's abdomen, as if bestowing a soothing warmth from an unseen, otherworldly realm.
Within her womb, the tiny heartbeat pulsed gently, a rhythmic response to the magical call that surrounded them, creating an unbreakable bond that exemplified the intersection of life and magic.
And for a moment... the symbol of the Voidwright faintly appeared in the air.
Serana was astonished, captivated by the wonder radiating from the magic circle, her eyes wide open witnessing the manifestation of power.
"This is not merely a new will..."
This is a will that rewrites the rules of life, transcending the boundaries of existence as we know it and signaling the dawn of a new era filled with unimaginable power.
Elsewhere, on the edge of emptiness, space and time wove through an odd dance, generating waves of vibrations that disrupted the fragile balance of the universe.
Beelzebub opened his eyes.
"He is trying to amplify it."
"The child... the heir of the void, who can awaken unexpected power."
"I must act before it is too late."
Lamia stood tall beside Asmodeus, her shadow submerged in the dark mist that whispered with a hushed voice, like fragile secrets carried from the depths of darkness, hinting at the strength of the lurking fears.
"Lady Asmodeus, the time has come."
Asmodeus nodded slowly, his gaze sharp and wary, like an eagle's eyes watching its prey below with lethal grace.
"If Fitran Fate and Sheena refuse to surrender...
Then we will make Elysvarre surrender for them."
A silent war has begun, an inevitable confrontation between competing forces, each determined to shape the fate of Elysvarre and beyond.