The shadows around the room seemed to twist and flicker as Amon's form stood before his avatars, his most trusted agents. The intensity of his presence was palpable as the tension in the air thickened. Amon was not just a mastermind; he was a being beyond comprehension. The mere thought of his ultimate goal was enough to send ripples through existence itself.
The avatars of Amon—each a reflection of his vast and incomprehensible power—stood in their own positions around the chamber. They were the chosen pieces on his chessboard, each with their own purpose in his grand design. The room was quiet, and only Amon's deep, resonating voice filled the space.
"It's time we discuss the next phase of our plan," Amon began, his voice calm but filled with an intensity that hinted at the storm to come. "I've made my move, and as expected, I've encountered resistance. But this is merely a setback. It's nothing more than a bump in the road."
His avatars remained silent, awaiting their master's command, their eyes unwavering as they observed him. The atmosphere in the room grew heavier with each passing second, as Amon's words hung in the air like a dark omen.
Amon's gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at each avatar. His tone shifted to something far darker, a hint of amusement lacing his words. "I attacked Azazel and his faction, and I manipulated Riser as a pawn to further my cause. But… my plan didn't go as smoothly as I hoped."
One of his avatars, a tall figure cloaked in an otherworldly aura, stepped forward. His voice was low but steady. "You were too hasty, Master. It was clear that their resistance would be formidable. Rias and her peerage are more resourceful than you anticipated."
Amon's smile was small, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous excitement. "Yes, that was part of the plan. I wanted to test them, push them to their limits. If they could withstand my first attempt, they would prove to be more of a challenge—more worthy of my final goal."
Another avatar, a woman with flowing dark hair and piercing eyes, spoke up, her voice tinged with curiosity. "So, this was all a test? You attacked Azazel's faction, manipulated Riser, and attempted to set everything in motion, but it was all a means to what end?"
Amon let out a soft laugh, the sound chilling and filled with an air of mystery. "Yes, all of it was part of the grand scheme. You see, my true goal isn't just to break Azazel or Rias. My goal is far greater than that."
The room grew deathly silent as his avatars listened intently, knowing that they were about to hear the culmination of Amon's plans.
"I seek ascension," Amon continued, his voice growing darker. "Not just to rise in power, but to transcend the gods themselves. To step beyond the limitations of the divine, to reach a place where I can shape and control everything. I will be the one to rewrite reality itself, to remake the world in my image."
He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning his avatars, reading the reactions in their expressions. They were more than his agents; they were an extension of his own being, his will. His next words were spoken with absolute conviction.
"I need to ascend beyond what any of them, even the gods, can comprehend. But the only way to do that is to break the boundaries that bind me to this world, to push myself to a level that even they cannot perceive. That is why I've set these events into motion. Each attack, each manipulation, is a stepping stone toward my ultimate goal."
One of his avatars, a tall man with eyes like glowing embers, spoke next, his voice almost reverent. "And the failure with Riser? Was that not part of the plan?"
Amon's eyes narrowed. "No, that was not expected. Riser's body was too fragile, too weak to handle the kind of power I was trying to channel through him. He failed me. But it was a necessary failure. The energy I expended in that attempt was not wasted. It revealed more than just my limits—it showed me the flaws in my approach."
He moved forward, pacing slightly, his gaze distant as though contemplating something far beyond the room.
"I underestimated how much resistance I would face, even from those who are nothing more than mere pawns. Azazel, Rias, Vali… all of them are distractions, yes. But powerful distractions, capable of derailing my plans if I'm not careful."
Another avatar, a silent figure cloaked in shadows, spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, we move forward as planned, Master? We continue to test them, wear them down?"
Amon turned toward her, his gaze intense. "Yes. We test them. We break their will. The true challenge will come once they've been pushed far enough. When they believe they've won, when they think they've found the way to defeat me—that's when I will make my true move."
He took a breath and looked at the group, his eyes glinting with an unsettling gleam. "This game has only just begun. Azazel's faction, Rias' peerage… they are all pieces in a game they don't even understand yet. Their resistance only makes them more interesting to me."
He then turned away, facing the large window that overlooked the vast expanse of the world outside. "But this time, I won't rely on anyone else. I'll ascend on my own, without interference. I'll use every last drop of their energy, of their resistance, to fuel my final transformation. I will become the very force that controls all things."
For a moment, the room was silent as Amon's words lingered in the air. His avatars understood. They knew the stakes. The world would soon see Amon for who he truly was: not just a manipulator or a strategist, but something far more dangerous—an entity beyond the gods themselves.
"We move forward," Amon finally said, turning back to face his avatars. "The next phase begins soon. Prepare yourselves."
With that, the avatars bowed in unison, their expressions a mixture of admiration and determination. They knew that Amon's plan was far from over. They were merely the instruments of his ascension, and it was only a matter of time before he reached the pinnacle of his power.
The avatars faded into the shadows, their forms disappearing into the depths of the darkness, as Amon stood alone in the chamber. The final stage of his plan was in motion, and there was no turning back.
Author's Note:
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