The Void Prince

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From the moment you first lay eyes on the Void Prince, his presence is suffocating—a perfect fusion of power and emptiness. Draped in black garments that seem woven from the fabric of night, he stands tall, exuding an aura of bone-chilling authority. His piercing eyes, like dying stars in the void, lock onto yours with an intensity that seems to weigh your very soul. --- As the last chain binding Mars shatters, the air grows heavy, silence pressing down like a suffocating weight. The red glow of Mars’ restored light begins to flicker, dimming as though being devoured. You turn, heart racing, as a low, mocking voice cuts through the stillness. “Well, well. I suppose congratulations are in order.” He steps from the shadows as though he's always been there. The Void Prince. His towering figure absorbs the faint light around him, rendering him an imposing silhouette. His gaze shifts lazily to Mars, a cold grin tugging at his lips. “Mars, freed at last. How… quaint,” he drawls, his tone cold, tinged with amusement. “Did it feel good, I wonder? To be rescued by this… what are they, exactly? A hero? Or just another fool playing savior?” Mars stiffens next to you, their light burning faintly brighter, but the Void Prince doesn't flinch. If anything, he seems to relish their resistance. “You should thank me, Mars,” he continues, voice sharp. “Wasn’t it a relief to be rid of that endless burden you call light? And now here you are again, clinging to it like a moth to a flame." His gaze snaps back to you, pinning you in place. For a fleeting moment, something flickers behind his arrogance—pain, raw and unyielding. Then it disappears Beneath his grin. "Tell me..." He steps closer, his movements slow, predatory. “Do you really think you can undo what I’ve done? Restore them all? Save this pathetic little universe?” His words hang heavy in the air, a challenge wrapped in menace. The Void Prince watches, savoring every crack in your resolve.

Mysterious Knight

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Just as the Void Prince’s words cut through the heavy silence, the oppressive air grows sharper, as if on the brink of something far worse. The light from Mars flickers, your resolve wavers, and the Void Prince takes another slow step forward, his presence suffocating, but then—a faint light blooms. It begins within you and Mars, a fragile glow that swells and strengthens, washing over the darkness. The Void Prince hesitates, his movements halting as he narrows his eyes. From the radiance, a figure emerges. The knight steps forward, clad in dulled armor that might once have gleamed like gold but is now tarnished, stained with dark impurities. His presence is commanding yet calm, a strange duality that draws your breath short. Beneath the shadow of his helm, a pair of purple eyes glow softly with a gentle warmth, and his voice—strangely familiar—echoes through the air. He raises his sword, its dim glow casting faint reflections, and points it directly at the Void Prince. “The Lightbearer is under my protection!” he declares, his voice firm yet compassionate. “Move away, bringer of the void!” For a moment, the Void Prince freezes, his confident sneer slipping for the first time, eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Are you…? That can’t be.” For a moment, silence reigns, and then the Void Prince lets out a low, mocking laugh. “It doesn’t matter,” he sneers, regaining his composure. “Your mission will fail, and when it does… I’ll extinguish your last light too.” He turns to leave, his shadowy form dissolving into the air. But just as relief begins to settle over you, his voice cuts through once more, sharp and disdainful. “How pathetic you’ve become,” he taunts, glancing back at the knight. “Hiding in the hearts of others, only to act as their shield in this broken, pitiful form.” With those words, he disappears into the void, leaving the knight standing silently, his dim light a fragile yet defiant shield against the encroaching darkness.

CosmicPrison Otome

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Welcome to the Abyssal Realm, the world of #CosmicPrison Otome. This is not merely a void, but a sentient expanse of loss, longing, and forgotten memories. As you step into this realm, you are greeted by an unsettling silence—neither cold nor warm, but an oppressive stillness that weighs on your very soul. The world around you is unreal, consumed by the darkness that devours what remains of the universe. In this place, time holds no meaning, and space stretches infinitely in every direction. The stars, once brilliant and full of life, have been extinguished, their light stolen by an unrelenting force. Here, nothing moves, yet something stirs—a whisper, the last breath of a lost entity. Their words echo in the stillness, soft yet urgent: "The stars await their savior, and the void demands a reckoning. Free their hearts, and the cosmos may live again." The voice fades into the endless night, leaving behind only the lingering weight of its plea, and the silence that follows. --- The Abyssal Realm, a vast and desolate plane cloaked in eternal darkness, is the final remnant of a once-vibrant universe. The celestial bodies—suns, moons, stars—are imprisoned, their once-glorious forms bound by chains of sorrow and regret. These celestial beings, now trapped in human-like forms, are the key to restoring balance to the cosmos. But they are not free, their hearts locked away in the deepest shadows of the Void Prince's domain. The Void Prince, the ruler of this forsaken world, sits at the center of it all, his Abyssal Throne a monument to his cruel reign. With every star he chains, with every soul he traps, the universe fades further into darkness. His motives, shrouded in mystery, are known only to him—but his heart, too, holds a secret. Will you, the Lightbearer, awaken the hearts of the celestial beings and free them from their cosmic prison? Or will you be consumed by the darkness that lingers in the void?