Chapter 95 Writer's POV
In the shadows of the ancient ruins, a transformation has taken place. Aurora, now known as Delilah after merging with the power of the greatest witch of all time, stands tall and imposing. Before her, three people clad in ancient hoodies bow down in reverence. Their faces are obscured by the hoods, but their posture speaks of submission and awe toward Delilah.
Delilah's power radiates like a palpable force, drawing the three in ancient hoodies closer to her will. "We are yours to command, Delilah," one of them whispers, their voice barely audible but filled with fervor. Delilah looks down at them, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. She has plans, grand plans to reshape the balance of power in the kingdom.
"The palace is our target," Delilah says, her voice like a dark melody that sends shivers through those who hear it. "The king thinks he can stop me? He'll see the power of Delilah, merged with Aurora's destiny. We'll show them the meaning of true power." The three in ancient hoodies nod in unison, their hoods bobbing in the dim light of the ruins.
With her merged powers and the loyalty of these followers in ancient hoodies, Delilah aims to bring the kingdom to its knees. The return of Xerxes, God of the temple, looms as the ultimate goal, a step toward ensuring darkness rules over all. The stage is set for a clash of powers like the kingdom has never seen. Delilah's ambition and power grow with each passing moment, pushing toward a confrontation that will decide the fate of the kingdom.