Michael: *He feels the shift. A storm is brewing quickly, and he senses many troubled souls, trapped in the Inbetween, Christopher's soul being one of them. A clear certainty settles over him – something he's thinking of doing, what might cause even bigger trouble in the near future.* Well, if you won't help me, Darius. *He says, maintaining a facade of innocence.*
Darius: *He arched a brow.* What are you up to? *He asked suspicion lacing his voice.*
The wind howls around them, a physical manifestation of the brewing chaos. The sea below churns restlessly, mirroring the turmoil in Michael's heart.
Michael: *He reaches up towards the heavens, his wings stretching wide, and bellows with a voice that resonates with power.* I call upon the ancient three… Brothers of destruction, hear my silent plea! Save this world by your wicked hand! Water. Darkness. Lightning. Take a stand!
As Michael finishes his summoning, a blinding flash of light illuminates the clifftop. The air crackles with raw energy, and the oppressive presence of the twins dissipates, now replaced by something far more ancient, far more… chaotic…
Fate: *She, reveals herself, stumbles back, bumping into Darius. Both her and Darius's eyes widen in terror. Their usual smiles replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated fear.* What have you done? *Fate's voice trembles, barely a whisper against the howling wind.*
Michael: *He watches Fate and Darius with a grim satisfaction. He knows the risks, the potential consequences of unleashing such power, but the alternative – allowing 'Him' to get his hands on Monja – is far worse.* Something I should have done decades ago. *He replies, his voice steady despite the turbulent energies swirling around them.*
Three figures materialize from the blinding light. Each radiates immense power, their forms shifting and swirling like the elements they embody. One is a towering wave of pure water, another a swirling vortex of darkness, and the last, a crackling bolt of lightning, pulsating with raw energy. The cliff trembles beneath their combined might.
Back in the German apartment Darius stiffens. Jin-Woo's senses sharpens like claws, picking up a subtle shift in the air. He can feel the magic radiating from Darius, and it's anything but pure.
Jin-Woo: *He glances at Monja, her face pale with fear. He has to protect her, and her children. But how?* Monja, take Lloyd and Lerato and get behind me. *He murmurs, his voice low and urgent. He positions himself between them and the imposer, ready to defend them, no matter the cost. Knowing that himself and David is all that they have.*
Monja: *She nods, her hand trembling as she pulls them closer. She can feel the tension radiating from Jin-Woo, the same focused intensity she can sense from David. This is both comforting and terrifying.* Lloyd. Lerato. Stay close. *She whispers, her voice tight with fear. Lloyd, ever protective, stands tall beside her, his young face set in a determined frown, while Lerato clung to Monja's leg.*
Lloyd: *He scowls, puffing out his chest defensively.* I'm not scared. *He mutters, though his grip on his mother's hand tightens.*
The man smiles, a cruel, predatory expression that twists his features. The air crackles with anticipation. Something big is about to happen.