As the Evil crossed the outer skies of Shadoness, something within her began to fracture.
She stopped.
The darkness around her thickened, swirling like a storm trapped in silence. The Titans, watching from afar in their disguised forms, felt a sudden shift in the air—heavier, colder, more dangerous.
Then it happened.
The Evil split.
From one shadow, three forms emerged, each stepping forward as if born from the same soul but shaped by different desires. The ground beneath them cracked, glowing with dark runes that had not been seen since the First Age.
1. The Evil of Destruction
This form was tall and fierce, wrapped in flames of black and crimson. Wherever it walked, the land withered. Mountains trembled, and even the skies seemed to fear it.This Evil believed life was a mistake—something that needed to be erased to restore balance.
2. The Evil of Deception
Silent and smooth, this form wore a calm expression. Its eyes shimmered like mirrors, reflecting lies instead of truth. It spoke gently, almost kindly, twisting words into weapons.This Evil did not destroy worlds—it controlled them, turning allies against each other.
3. The Evil of Domination
Clad in dark armor forged from lost souls, this form stood still yet powerful. Its presence alone bent weaker beings to their knees.This Evil sought rule, believing all existence must kneel under one will.
The Titans felt a chill.
"This was never a single enemy," one Titan whispered. "It was a trinity."
The three Evils spoke together, their voices overlapping:
"Together, we are complete. Divided, we are unstoppable."
The Evil of Deception turned first, sensing something hidden.
"Shadows walk where they should not," it said softly.
The Titans knew—their disguises were weakening.
If they revealed themselves now, war would begin.If they waited, the Evils would reach the living planet—and nothing would stop them.
Above them, the sky of Shadoness darkened, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
The next move would decide the fate of every realm