đź‘‘ Illusion Forms: The Saga of Hidden Identity
Prologue: The End of Shunya Lok and Divine Justice
The silence in the ancient chamber was so heavy that the ticking of the clock felt like the strike of a hammer. Pale golden sunlight filtered through the windows, illuminating a woman whose face held an eerie, ethereal peace.
She gazed lovingly at her husband—or what was left of him. To her, he was still alive, but in reality, he was nothing more than a skeleton of bleached bone. As she leaned in to embrace him, the skeleton crumbled into ash, scattering into the wind.
Suddenly, a thunderous, divine voice echoed from the heavens.
Divine Voice: "Do not grieve, my daughter... This man was never worthy of your sacred love. Justice shall grant you what truly belongs to you."
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In an instant, the scene shifted to a chaotic battlefield in a mystical realm. A catastrophic war had broken out between the heirs of the Great King.
On one side stood the Elder Prince with his spiritual consort. On the other, his Younger Sister stood with her three Destiny Companions. The atmosphere was suffocating.
The First Companion was harsh and disciplined, arguing with the Princess over her mistakes. The Second Companion stood aloof, indifferent to the chaos. The Third Companion looked utterly innocent and fragile, trembling as he watched the horrifying spectacle.
Driven to madness by rage, the Princess unleashed a devastating magical strike. The blast hit the Elder Prince's consort directly. With a piercing scream, she began to dissolve into pure light. The explosion tore through the fabric of time and space, and the entire realm was consumed by a blinding white light.
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Chapter 1: The Darkness of Oblivion and a Stranger
Darkness... a silence so thick it could be felt.
The corner of the room was as cold as an ancient grave. A small child sat there, his head buried in his knees. His eyes were clamped shut, but inside, a nightmare was clawing at his mind. He didn't remember who he was, but he was terrified.
BAM!
The heavy iron door groaned open, the sound slicing through the silence. The boy jerked out of his nightmare, his body drenched in cold sweat. Guards dragged another boy inside and threw him onto the stone floor.
The newcomer stumbled but regained his footing instantly. His eyes held a strange defiance—a spark of confidence that didn't belong in a dungeon. He dusted himself off and walked straight toward the dark corner where the first boy sat.
He leaned in with a mischievous smirk and extended his hand.
The Boy (Lane): "Hey! Why are you lurking here in the dark all by yourself? Don't be scared. My name is Lane. What's yours?"
The child in the corner slowly lifted his gaze. His eyes were still filled with the shadows of that dark void. He looked at the boy standing before him. He couldn't remember his own name, but his mind instantly began analyzing the stranger. He quickly draped a mask of false innocence over his features.
The Child (Luca): "I... I don't know you. I don't even remember my own name."
Lane's eyes brightened even more. He felt an inexplicable pull toward this stranger.
Lane: "You don't remember your name? No big deal! From now on, I'll call you 'Luca.' We're staying together until we get out of this place.""Welcome to my new journey! This story is a blend of mystery, divine powers, and hidden identities. I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments and don't forget to add this story to your library!"