Avels gaze turned skyward, his eyes ablaze with the brilliance of his newfound sight. He could perceive the very essence of life itself, the ebb and flow of aether that coursed through the world around him. Streams of light danced on the wind, rising towards the heavens like shimmering ribbons of pure energy.
As he turned to face Uriel, the being stood before him with a clarity that bordered on unnerving. Uriel's form radiated with an otherworldly perfection, every line and curve etched with divine grace. His presence was overwhelming, his gaze piercing through the veil of reality to meet Avel's own.
Avel's once raven-dark hair now gleamed white as the clouds. He could feel the power of the Amari coursing through his veins, their essence merging with his own in a symphony of celestial energy.
And as he gazed upon the multitude of beings that comprised the Amari, Avel was struck by the sheer grandeur of their presence. Cherubim, with their multitude of eyes and wings, soared through the air like celestial sentinels, their gaze unwavering and all-seeing. Seraphim, their forms wreathed in flames of purest light, radiated with a divine fervour that seemed to ignite the very air around them. Thrones, with their majestic visages and regal bearing, hovered in the heavens like beacons of strength and stability. Virtues, their forms shimmering with ethereal light, embodied the very essence of divine grace and purity. Powers, with their armour-clad forms and weapons of celestial might, stood as guardians against the forces of darkness that threatened to encroach upon the world.
And principalities, with their commanding presence and unwavering resolve, with a vigilance born of duty and devotion. Each member of the Amari was a testament to the boundless power and majesty of the divine, their presence a reminder of the eternal truths that governed the cosmos.
As Avel beheld the splendor of the Amari, he felt a sense of awe wash over him, a profound reverence for the beings who had entrusted him with their power.
"They are speaking to me. All of them, I hear them. Teaching me…in me," Avel declared, his voice filled with ecstatic wonder as he basked in the radiant glow of the Amari.
"They are offering you their knowledge, so they can offer gratitude, and for you to understand them as they wish to be understood," a booming voice echoed from the sky. Descending from the celestial expanse came a grand being, one of pure aether. Majestic and awe-inspiring, he was adorned with wings of vibrant blue, and a glowing aura of light and hues of green aether surrounded his body, illuminating the space around him with divine brilliance.
The being's hair was white as the clouds, matching the purity of his aura, and his skin bore a luminescent glow that seemed to emanate from within. Dark lines ran down from his eyes to his chest, marking him with an air of terrifying wisdom and authority.
"My lord," Uriel addressed with reverence, bowing slightly in deference to the majestic figure that had descended from the heavens. "Behold, I am Raguel, the god of justice and harmony," the great being announced as he gracefully fell to one knee, bowing before the young prince. Around him, the other great beings followed suit, their forms shimmering with celestial radiance as they paid homage to Avel.
"Your excellence," Raguel declared, his voice resonating with power and authority as he lifted his gaze to meet Avel's own. "We have much to discuss."
The air crackled with anticipation as Raguel's presence filled the space around them, imbuing the atmosphere with an aura of higher purpose. Avel felt a surge of energy coursing through him, his senses heightened by the presence of the Amari and their divine emissaries.
"Let's start with your quarry," the being said, its voice a sinister whisper that seemed to echo through the very fabric of reality. Walking side by side with Avel, it placed its hands behind its back, exuding an air of authority. Uriel stood to Avel's left, his presence a constant reminder of the gravity of their situation. "The destruction of his homeland by the corruption," Uriel explained, his voice tinged with a sense of foreboding. "He is causing it."
"Yes, Asham has been quite busy, hasn't he," the being replied, its tone dripping with malice. The name Asham echoed in Avel's mind like a haunting refrain, sending shivers down his spine. "Who is Asham?" Avel asked, his voice trembling with unease. "Ah, I believe his mortal mind is kicking in," Raguel interjected, his voice laced with a sinister hiss. "No worries. That should soon settle."
Leading Avel to an altar, Raguel continued to speak, his words filling the air with a sense of impending doom. "The being you saw before is our jailer, the one who holds the lashes on everyone, tying his fate along with everything so he can control it all. He is the timeless one, without a start and without an end." "He is, as you would call him, god," Uriel added, his words sending a chill down Avel's spine.
"But we already have gods," Avel protested weakly, his voice faltering in the face of their revelations.
"Your false powers falter in its face," Raguel hissed, his words dripping with venom. "It longs for souls and feasts on existence to satiate its madness built up over the infinite before. It shall take all until nothing but the void remains."
"He is the thing behind the corruption, seeking to claim his prize, now denied by the those tied," Uriel added, his voice filled with a sense of dread. "He placed us in a deep sleep after we took up arms against him in order to preserve existence," Raguel explained, his words resonating with a sense of grim resignation. "Now we're awake. I'm sure none of us are safe."
As the weight of their words settled over Avel like a suffocating shroud, he couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming dread. The true nature of their enemy was more terrifying than he could have ever imagined, and the realization that they were all in grave danger sent a chill down his spine. With each passing moment, the darkness that surrounded them seemed to grow deeper, threatening to engulf them all in its embrace.
For the first time since meeting these enigmatic beings, Avel's mind began to race with unease. "What exactly are you?" he demanded, his voice trembling with controlled emotion. Raguel fixed him with a hungry stare, his eyes gleaming with an insatiable thirst for power. Uriel, sensing Avel's growing discomfort, placed a hand on his shoulder, sending a chill down his spine. It was a touch that seemed to penetrate his very soul, leaving him feeling both unnerved and strangely exhilarated, as if he had brushed against something both sinister and sublime.