RISE OF EROS

Candice fell to her knees on the cold, hard ground, her shaking hands gripping her clothes as if she could anchor herself to reality, but it didn’t help her stop her ability from activating.

She had searched for answers in meditation, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts that had plagued her since the fallen god’s fragments began to influence the continent, however, she hadn’t expected what came to her.

A ray of pale light enveloped her, and the world faded away. Suddenly, she found herself floating in infinite blackness as if she were trapped between time and space. A voice echoed in her mind, a mix of echoes and tones that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Candice, you will witness what is to come. Watch and remember."

Before she could respond, images began to unfold before her, one after another, each more terrifying than the last. It was as if the very essence of the world was showing her the future, a path tinged with despair and destruction.

Her ability was very strange. It could tell her opportunities and threats, but this time it was very different. She was having visions of what the future looked like, something that was far more extraordinary than she knew her ability to do.

The first vision transported her to Cannes, a city Candice knew well. It was a vibrant place, full of life, with white walls shining in the sunlight and markets filled with merchants from all over the continent, but in the vision, Cannes was unrecognizable.

The walls that had protected the city for centuries were crumbling, their stones strewn across the streets as if an unstoppable force had torn them to pieces.

Buildings burned in deep black flames, and the sky, covered in clouds of ash and fire, pulsed with a corrupted energy that made the air vibrate. The red-cloaked leader was at the center of the destruction, his human form completely consumed.

He was now a creature of flesh and fire, a being whose very presence distorted reality around him. With each wave of her hand, she unleashed torrents of black flames that reduced everything they touched to ash.

The fire consumed the few people who tried to escape, their screams silenced by the creature’s grotesque laughter. Candice wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.

She saw the markets turn to rubble, the statues that symbolized the city’s peace and prosperity reduced to dust. Cannes, the jewel of the southwest, was now a hellish wasteland.

The next vision took her to Naraeth, the city of golden domes, known for its libraries and academies, but this Naraeth was covered in ice, an unnatural cold that had frozen everything in its path. The great domes were fractured, and huge icicles hung from them like sharp teeth.

In the heart of the city, the blue-cloaked leader stood, his body an amalgam of dark crystals and ice that glowed an ominous blue. Every step she took froze the ground, spreading a blanket of white death over everything she touched.

The citizens, trapped by the ice, were left motionless, their bodies turned into frozen statues. Candice felt the freezing air in her lungs, the desperation of those trying to fight an enemy that could not be stopped.

She saw scholars burning books in a desperate attempt to generate heat, and Naraeth’s warriors, armed with magical spears, being shattered by stalactites that fell from the sky like spears. Naraeth, the cradle of knowledge, was doomed to become a frozen mausoleum.

The third vision was even more harrowing. Candice found herself in the vast desert plains of Dunnas, home to the oldest clans on the continent. These lands, known for their endless sand and the nomadic settlements that roamed them, were now dyed black.

The oases were destroyed and withered, the sand crystallized or in ash, and the air was permeated with a stench of putrefaction. At the center of the disaster, the leader of the green cloak transformed into a monstrosity covered in thorns and dark roots, stretched out his arms as if embracing chaos.

From his body sprouted vines that devoured everything in their path, absorbing the life of animals, plants, and even the inhabitants of Dunnas themselves. The clans fought bravely, but their swords and arrows were useless against an enemy that could not be hurt.

Candice watched as the greatest warriors of Dunnas fell one by one, as the villages were consumed by roots that dragged them into the ground. The land itself seemed to betray the inhabitants, becoming a swamp of death.

The visions were not limited to the cities. Candice was taken to the mountains where the dragon clans dwelt, ancient creatures that had protected the balance of the world for millennia, but even they were not immune to the chaos unleashed by corrupted leaders.

She saw dragons falling from the sky, their massive bodies hitting the earth with a world-shaking crash. Their scales, which had withstood the most powerful magic, were corroded by the corrupted energies of the shards.

The dragon clans fought in desperation, but their battle roars turned to screams of agony. The leaders of Purgatory sought not only to destroy but to control.

Candice saw some dragons captured, their minds enslaved by the energies of the shards. These once majestic creatures became living weapons in service of a dark purpose.

The images began to change. Candice found herself in a landscape she did not recognize, a place that seemed to exist outside of time and space. At the center of this void, the three leaders of Purgatory stood together, their forms completely transformed by the fragments.

Each was a representation of chaos: fire, ice, and corruption combined into a terrifying sight. In front of them, a gigantic altar glowed with a dark light.

Above the altar, the remaining fragments of the fallen god were beginning to coalesce, each emitting a pulse of energy that echoed through the void. Candice felt the air grow heavy as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Then, the altar exploded in a storm of light and shadow. From among the fragments, a colossal figure began to form, an entity whose mere presence made the earth tremble. It was the fallen god, reborn, an amalgam of raw power and corruption that defied human understanding.

Candice watched as the creature stretched out its arms, and the entire continent seemed to lean towards it as if it were claiming what had always been its own. The remaining cities fell under its shadow, and the few remaining survivors were consumed by despair. Explore more stories at NovelBin.Côm

The vision culminated in a scene of utter chaos. The waters of the oceans churned violently, devouring the shores and swallowing the port cities. Mountains crumbled, and the skies filled with endless storms.

The entire world seemed to crumble under the weight of the fallen god, as the three leaders of Purgatory, now mere extensions of his will, unleashed their power without restraint.

Candice fell to the ground in the vision, unable to bear the weight of what she saw. She wanted to scream, but her voice was caught in her throat. The future shown to her was one of utter destruction, a world in which no hope or light remained.

Suddenly, the vision faded, and Candice found herself back in the office, panting and shaking. Her body was drenched in sweat, and her hands still gripped the grass as if it were her only connection to the real world.

The wind blew gently as if nothing had happened, but Candice knew that what she had seen was not a simple dream. It was a warning, a warning of what was to come if something was not done to stop the leaders of Purgatory and the fragments of the fallen god.

She stood up slowly, her legs still shaking. Her eyes, normally filled with determination, were now filled with worry. She knew she had to act, but she also knew that the task would be almost impossible.

"We can’t let this happen," she muttered to herself, her words firm despite the fear that gripped her. With determination, she stood up and ran to where she could find Andrew, for she had to tell him what she had seen.

Although she had witnessed all these visions, Candice did not have the power to change anything, so she looked for her husband, who is the center of everything, to take action.

While saying that Andrew is the center of everything is not false, there was actually not much she could do either. Although he is an important person, at this moment he is too weak to help.

Still, with this knowledge, he could make the powerful people around him move more diligently and the catastrophe could be avoided. Candice left the office running like crazy to look for Andrew, but he was not at the Dunnas Palace at the moment, so her effort was in vain as she could not find him.