The Temple Of Secret.

As Muchen walked away from the village, he couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness within him. He had avenged his parents' death, but at what cost? Aria was still missing, and he had no idea if she was alive or dead.

He walked for hours, his feet carrying him towards the unknown. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape. Muchen found himself at the edge of a dense forest, the trees towering above him like sentinels.

As he entered the forest, the silence enveloped him like a shroud. Muchen's senses were on high alert, his ears straining to pick up any sound that might indicate Aria's presence.

Suddenly, a faint rustling caught his attention. Muchen's heart skipped a beat as he turned towards the sound. A figure emerged from the shadows, its features indistinct in the fading light.

Muchen's hand instinctively went to his sword, his mind racing with possibilities. As the figure drew closer, he saw that it was a woman, her face gaunt and her eyes sunken.

"Who are you?" Muchen demanded, his voice firm but cautious.

The woman didn't answer, instead, she reached out a trembling hand and touched Muchen's face. Muchen felt a jolt of electricity run through his body, and suddenly, he was flooded with visions and images.

He saw Aria, alive and well, but trapped in a dark and foreboding place. He saw the demon lady, her eyes blazing with fury as she summoned an army of demonic minions. And he saw himself, standing tall and proud, his sword shining with a light that seemed almost divine.

The visions faded, and Muchen found himself back in the forest, the woman's hand still touching his face.

"Who are you?" Muchen repeated, his voice filled with wonder.

The woman smiled, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "I am a messenger," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aria is alive, but she is in grave danger. You must find her, Muchen, before it's too late."

And with that, the woman vanished into thin air, leaving Muchen to ponder the mystery of her words.Muchen's mind was racing with questions and doubts. Who was the mysterious woman? How did she know about Aria? And what did she mean by "grave danger"?

Despite the uncertainty, Muchen knew he had to act fast. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. With a newfound sense of determination, he set off towards the unknown, driven by his love for Aria and his desire to save her.

As he journeyed deeper into the forest, the trees grew taller and the shadows darker. Muchen's senses were on high alert, his ears straining to pick up any sound that might indicate Aria's presence.

Suddenly, a faint humming noise caught his attention. Muchen's heart skipped a beat as he turned towards the sound. The humming grew louder, and he saw a faint light in the distance.

With a surge of hope, Muchen quickened his pace, his feet carrying him towards the light. As he emerged from the trees, he saw a magnificent temple in front of him, its walls shining with a radiant glow.

Muchen's heart leapt with excitement. Could this be the place where Aria was being held? He approached the temple, his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready for anything.

As he entered the temple, he was met with a sight that took his breath away. The interior was filled with a dazzling array of crystals and gemstones, their facets reflecting the light in a kaleidoscope of colors.

But what caught Muchen's attention was the figure standing at the far end of the temple. It was Aria, her eyes shining with a soft, ethereal light.

Muchen's heart soared with joy. He had found her! But as he approached her, he realized that something was wrong. Aria's eyes seemed distant, her expression eerily calm.

"Aria!" Muchen called out, his voice shaking with emotion. "Aria, is that you?"

Aria's eyes flickered, and she turned towards Muchen. But her expression was not what he had expected. Instead of joy or relief, her eyes seemed to hold a deep sadness, a sense of loss that pierced Muchen's heart like a dagger.

"Muchen," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Muchen's heart skipped a beat. What did Aria mean? What was she sorry for?

But before he could ask, a voice boomed from the shadows, echoing off the temple walls.

"Welcome, Muchen," the voice said. "I see you've found your precious Aria. But do you have what it takes to save her?"

Muchen's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. Who was this mysterious voice? And what did they want from him?

He took a step forward, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. "I'm not afraid of you," he declared, his voice firm and resolute. "I'll do whatever it takes to save Aria."

The voice chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Muchen's spine. "We'll see about that," it said. "Let the games begin."