Literature
Chapter 47: Wrath Unleashed
The tenth day, the day prophesied for the Titans' release, had dawned, but it arrived shrouded in an unnatural, sunless gloom.
Darkness reigned supreme. No one spoke; it was a terrain of evil. The once lively village was now a silent witness to Lusìvar's malevolent triumph. The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on the hearts of the captives, their breaths shallow and filled with dread.
The air crackled with malevolent energy, whispering insidious promises of doom and despair. Vaeludar’s companions, bound and helpless, exchanged fearful glances, the harsh reality of their situation sinking in. Hope seemed but a distant memory, overshadowed by the sinister presence of Lusìvar and his dark magic.
Lusìvar's eyes scanned the captives with cold detachment, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he relished their helplessness. His face gleamed with a sinister light, and the power in his hand crackled ominously.
The future looked bleak.
All the humans from the village and their