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In the mist laden depths of the The Veil of Whispers, a forgotten prophecy stirs. Long ago, the mad sorceress Selena Nightbane nearly unleashed Nexas, the Abyssal Maw, an ancient horror that would have devoured the world. Only through the sacrifice of six legendary warriors was she sealed within the Obsidian Spire, and Nexas cast into the void. But no prison lasts forever.

Now, the signs of awakening are everywhere blood moons stain in the sky, the lost whisper from the shadow, and the cursed forest calls for its champions.

At the hearth of this storm stands Ethan Vale, a young man marked by fate. Upon his palm glows a prismatic hexagram, a sigil of untold power that burns with vision of the apocalypse. To prevent the return of Nyx'thar, Ethan must gather the six chosen warriors, each bearing a fragment of the shattered hexagram's light.

They must brave deadly trails, unravel Selena Nightbane's twisted past, and face the abyss that seeks to reclaim the world. But the final battle looms, one truth remains uncertain are they destined to save the world, or are they merely the key to unsealing is doom?

The whispers are calling.

The darkness is awakening.

And time is running out.

The Hexagram of Shattered Light

The forest is quiet in the early morning. Old trees stand in silence. Their bark shows strange symbols. The symbols look very old. The wind blows through the branches. The wind carries soft voices. People say the voices are the prophecy. The sound is low and far.

The village elders gather together. They sit on old stone benches. The elders tell old stories. The stories say that light once shone bright. Then the light broke into pieces. Only by finding all the pieces can the light be restored. The elders speak in calm words. They use simple language to share the prophecy. Everyone listens carefully.

Near the path, an old stone marker shows the same symbols. The words on the stone are blurry. The stone reminds people of the past. Everyone looks at the marker. No one speaks extra words. They all know the prophecy is important. The words of the prophecy echo in the air. The wind carries the words through the village. The language is plain and strong.

Children play in the yard. They hear the adults talk about the prophecy. The children ask in soft voices, "Is the prophecy true?" The adults nod. They do not use fancy words. In the village, everyone speaks in simple terms. Everyone hopes the light will return. Everyone remembers the old saying: "Only by finding the lost light can hope be reborn."

In the forest, by the stream, soft sounds come too. The water gently taps the stones. Every sound reminds people of the faraway prophecy. Nature seems to tell the same story. The air smells of leaves and earth. These smells feel warm and real. Nature's sounds and the villagers' voices join in a simple tune.

Everyone takes the prophecy seriously. The prophecy does not use fancy language. It is plain, direct, and clear. The words of the prophecy echo in every corner. They remind people to search for the scattered pieces of light. They tell everyone that darkness is coming. There is a hint of worry, but also firm hope. The prophecy becomes a shared belief in the village. Every night, the wind carries that familiar sound.

On these ordinary days, the echo of the prophecy reminds people of the past. It also makes them look forward to the future. The prophecy needs no complex words. It tells an old secret in simple language. Everyone knows: the light was once whole, now it is broken, but with effort, the light will come back.

Chapter 3 - The Echo of the Prophecy