The Night of Awakening Part 3

In the midst of the night's silence, Daniel, who was patiently awaiting the exact moment of the arrival of the Aeon of Seth, hears an audible sound that mysteriously awakens his consciousness and that of many others when a commanding and weighty voice brings its message and proclamation.

[O inhabitants of the vast sphere, this is the grand day on which you will be put to the test, an epic battle between light and shadow, which will determine the fate of the entire planet. Those who yield will find darkness and become shadows, while those who ascend will know enlightenment.]

[In the face of this new dawn, behold the call to confront your deepest fears and earthly egos, a challenge that stands as the path to survival itself. The essence of your soul will be weighed, and your destiny will teeter on the edge between ascent and descent.]

[Here is the rite of passage for this New Aeon, a journey that calls for the courage and introspection of every being. This is the moment to transcend the boundaries of the ego, leaving behind the shadows of the past and ascending to new horizons of understanding and wisdom.]

[This is the call to initiation, the ceremony of the soul, where your minds and hearts will be put to the test. The veil that conceals your inner demons will be lifted, and you, children of the Earth, will be compelled to face your darkest fears and deepest yearnings.]

[May this initiation be the light that guides you, may your journey reveal the path to ascent, may the flame of self-knowledge illuminate you, and may you emerge transformed, as the chosen, the guardians of light in this New Aeon that now unfolds before your eyes.]

[Thus, may the prophecy be fulfilled, and may your souls find redemption in the search for truth and inner power. The journey has only just begun, your future hangs on the precipice between light and darkness.]

Aware that the message was about to come to an end, Daniel mentally prepared himself for what lay ahead, looking determined at his surroundings, which had a disheveled yet illuminated appearance.

[Let the initiation begin.]

Just as the voice concluded its last and unforgettable message, the environment that had bathed Daniel in light was gradually devoured by the shadows emerging from the most discreet corners of the room. As if obeying a premonition, he closed his eyes slowly and solemnly, feeling the air grow heavy in his lungs as he deliberately ignored the world transforming into darkness around him.

After brief and seemingly endless seconds of contemplation in the darkness, Daniel succumbed to curiosity and opened his eyes. He was promptly jolted from his plunge into darkness by a familiar voice, one that echoed like a beacon amidst the darkness. "Daniel, wake up, something is happening," declared a woman of mature appearance. Her disheveled hair and tattered clothes were evidence of what seemed to have been a tumultuous journey.

A wave of perplexity washed over Daniel. "Has something changed?" he wondered, as he contemplated the fact that this was no ordinary tribulation he had previously faced. After all, the figure that emerged before him was none other than his own mother.

Daniel's mind wove memories that surged with intensity, and he remembered vividly this day, one that was being resurrected from his memories. It was the dark day when his beloved mother, a enlightened person, had been corrupted by the Shadow, an event that remained as a scar on his soul.

Panic took hold as Daniel's mother shook him, calling for action. "Daniel, we have no more time, we have to run!" She struggled to lift him from the ground after he received a magical attack from one of the Shadows, while the area around the battlefield witnessed devastation. What was once the vibrant center of the city had now become an apocalyptic scene, filled with rubble and black smoke emanating from the wreckage of cars and buildings reduced to ruins.

Daniel quickly got to his feet, aided by his mother's firm hand, and his eyes locked onto the grotesque figure of the Shadow, a sight that resembled a demonic nightmare. In his chest, a whirlwind of emotions unfolded, an overwhelming mix of anger and hatred toward the creature that had caused so much misery in his past life.

Realizing Daniel's fixed gaze, the Shadow smiled maliciously and began chanting runic incantations, drawing crimson symbols in the air with his index finger in the left hand, symbols that glowed like embers and felt as if they had the texture of molten magma.

"I feel he's preparing an attack, Daniel, run now!" his mother exclaimed, watching the creature's actions with desperation, moving away rapidly to escape the imminent magical assault.

Understanding the imminent danger, Daniel backed away hastily, his mother following closely. He spotted some makeshift structures made of debris from collapsed buildings and made a dash toward them, seeking shelter.

As he glanced back, even just for a moment, to check the progress of the Shadow in executing its attack, Daniel sprinted even faster. The creature was about to complete its destructive spell. Though they were not alone in that chaos, everyone's sole concern was to escape the impending doom, while mother and son raced against time, anxious to preserve their own lives.

As they ran desperately, time seemed to stretch for Daniel and his mother, as if each second were an eternity, until finally, the creature's fiery magic attack descended upon them. It was a powerful magical attack, infused with the searing essence of fire, which struck them with unexpected violence.

This was not the most powerful spell Daniel had ever witnessed in his past life, but unfortunately, in this present moment, which was only about two years since the beginning of the Aeon, this attack proved incredibly potent, threatening them with a gruesome physical death.

In one final effort, as they reached the desired refuge, the magical attack collided with the debris that provided little protection. The fragile makeshift barrier was far from being an adequate shield against the destructive force of the magic. Daniel and his mother were caught in a searing wave of heat, their skins superficially burned. The reflection from the debris, far from being effective, only added to their afflictions, leaving burn blisters in its wake.

In that moment, as their minds oscillated between unbearable pain and relief at still being alive, the terrible power of the fiery magic overcame them. It was a distressing reminder of their vulnerability in the face of the Shadows, a warning that time was running out, and that the learning of mother and son was threatened with a brutal interruption.