"Finally , I can have so time "
stumbled out of the hidden chamber.
"Is this city for real"
Aethel, usually a familiar landscape of Gray, now seemed to shimmer with a hidden layer of secrets.
" I need to find a Way out"
but the shadows within him, the whispers he now sensed,
"This way , this way" were restless.
They urged him onward, guiding him through the labyrinthine streets.
He found himself drawn to the city's underbelly, a district known as the "Veil," where the shadows were deepest and the whispers loudest.
"YOU ARE NEAR "
amidst the crumbling tenements and the flickering gaslights, he encountered others. Not humans, not entirely.
"Hello do you know the way out ?"
They were beings of shadow and substance, their forms shifting and uncertain. They were drawn to him, recognizing the power that now pulsed within him.
"why are they now fighting ME!" he said loud.
One of them, a gaunt figure cloaked in darkness, approached him. Their voice, a rustle of unseen leaves, spoke to him,
"You are marked, Weaver. The obelisk has chosen you."
"show yourself who are you?" with a frightened voice
Azrael, confused , demanded to know what they meant. The figure, who introduced themself as Nyx
"You are Nyx right?,"
explained that the obelisk was a nexus, a conduit to a realm of shadows. It chose individuals,
"You're now what so called Weavers, imbuing them with the ability to manipulate the shadows"
"The shadows"
"darkness; they were a source of immense power, a force that could be used for creation or destruction. We need to be Fast, We can't stay here for to long"
Aethel was built upon a fault line, a convergence point of the shadow realm and the mortal world. For centuries, a hidden war had been waged between those who sought to control the shadows and those who sought to protect the balance. Azrael, as a Weaver.
"now you are a Player and you are part in this conflict"
Nyx offered to train Azrael, to help him understand and control his newfound abilities.
"Are you sure , I can make this "
he , showed him how to shape his shadow, to extend it, to harden it into weapons,
"It's like just fusing the shadow with your Weapon" He told To Azrael
The training was grueling, both physically and mentally.
"I don't know if I can make it "
struggled to control the raw power within him,
the whispers in his mind constantly vying for dominance.
"I need to win this Battle!, This is my Body "
During his training, Azrael discovered the limitations of his power.
"So this is my Limit"
He could only manipulate the shadows that were connected to him.
"If I use my power more than, this It could end really Bad, also I found out I can drawn shadow with my Emotion but is more difficult to control them".
One night, while training in a deserted alley, Azreal was ambushed by a group of shadowy figures.
"They are not The same shadow as Nyx".
These figures were hostile, their forms twisted and corrupted. They attacked with shadows that were sharp as blades, their eyes burning with a malevolent light.
"I need to utilize all my strength, I don't know if I can resist for long I need to utilize the shadow"
but his lack of experience made him vulnerable.
"I am losing , this can't BE!!"
as fear gripped him, his shadows surged, overwhelming his attackers. The alley was filled with the screams of the defeated and the guttural growls of the shadows.
"HaHA surely.. you make me wait...." Trying not to collapse
Azrael was exhausted, his body aching. He had won,
"At what cost did I win"
The encounter had revealed the true nature of the conflict he was now a part of, a battle for survival against those who would twist the shadows to their own dark ends.