But for now, in the silence of the gothic cathedra
But for now, in the silence of the gothic cathedral, she allowed herself to feel a moment of victory. She had brought the darkness back to the light. This would be the beginning of a new start, a new chapter in a world where monsters no longer existed. Lycian, too, had been restored to humanity, or almost, for he still retained his ability to shift into a raven. He took to the sky, his wings carrying him towards new adventures…
The air in the cavernous cathedral hung heavy with the scent of incense and the faint, metallic tang of Lycian’s transformation. The stained glass windows, once vibrant with the stories of saints and angels, were now shrouded in shadow, the light filtering through them a muted, melancholic grey.
For centuries, the cathedral had stood as a bastion of light in a world consumed by darkness. But that was before the Crimson Tide, a wave of monstrous beings born from the corruption of technology and ancient magic. It was a tide that threatened to engulf the world, leaving only a wasteland of shadow.
Until now.
Lycian, the last of the Ravenkin, the beings who had the power to shift into raven form, had been the key to reversing the Tide. It was a burden he had carried for too long, a curse that isolated him, that forced him to exist in the shadows, watching as the world he loved was consumed by the darkness. But now, in the silence of the gothic cathedral, he allowed himself to feel a moment of victory. He had brought the darkness back to the light.
The ritual was complete. The Crimson Tide, the source of the monsters, had been contained, its essence now bound within the cathedral’s very foundations, neutralized by the combined power of Lycian and the ancient artifacts he had gathered.
He was free. Free from the burden of his powers, free from the constant fear of being hunted. His wings, once cloaked in darkness, now pulsed with a vibrant, azure light.
He took to the sky, his wings carrying him towards the faint glow of the rising sun, a new dawn breaking over the horizon. The world lay in a fragile peace, scarred but not destroyed.
He looked down at the cathedral, a silent sentinel in the fading darkness, a testament to the sacrifices made and the battles won. He knew there was still much to do. The world was still recovering, the scars of the Crimson Tide deep and visible. But for now, he could savor the victory. He could savor the moment of freedom, the moment of hope.
As the sun climbed higher, Lycian soared over the land, his eyes scanning the landscape. He was no longer just a Ravenkin, no longer just a warrior. He was Lycian, a being reborn, a being who could finally live in the light. He could finally be free.
His journey was far from over. The Crimson Tide might be contained, but the threat of darkness still lingered. The world needed healing, and Lycian, with his newfound freedom and his unwavering hope, was determined to help rebuild it.
He landed on the roof of a crumbling building, his wings folding into a familiar, avian shape. The city, once a bustling hive of activity, was now a ghost of its former self, a place of quiet desolation. But in the midst of the ruins, there were signs of life, small fires flickering in the distance, the faint sounds of laughter carried on the wind.
Lycian felt a flicker of something deep within him, a feeling he had almost forgotten: hope. He was no longer alone. There were others who had survived, others who were rebuilding their lives. And he would join them.
He spread his wings, his eyes gazing towards the horizon, a new chapter in his life beginning, a new chapter in a world where monsters no longer existed.
He was free, and he was ready to build a future, a future where the light would always prevail.
