“Wait… Where is Arata?” Elio's voice cut through the air, tension simmering in his tone as he glanced around the room filled with other Undergrounders. His brow furrowed, eyes darting from one face to another, searching for an answer.
Uriel, who had been engaged in rigorous training with Elio to master his Ring, stepped forward, his expression grim. “He failed.”
Elio’s eyes widened in disbelief, his jaw tightening. “Failed? We all saw what he was capable of doing, right? What the hell is wrong with you guys to fail him?!” His voice rose in frustration, hands clenching into fists at his sides.
The Queen, seated imposingly on her throne, met Elio’s gaze with a cold, unwavering stare. “I failed him,” she declared with an authoritative tone that brooked no argument.
Elio’s face twisted in confusion and anger. “Why? How? When?” His voice cracked, the disbelief clear as he struggled to comprehend the situation. He had seen Arata's power firsthand and couldn’t reconcile this with the Queen's claim.
The Queen's gaze remained impassive. “He couldn’t withstand my Palace for three days. That was the final trial,” she explained, her voice steady and unyielding.
Elio shook his head, frustration mounting. “What about the strength he showed the other day when Cheese was training him?” he demanded, his voice rising with each question. “Or the time when he knocked the shit out of Butter?!” He recalled the moment vividly—the sight of Butter being thrown back by Arata’s powerful punch, her face a mix of shock and pain.
The Queen’s face remained an unreadable mask. “Those were feats of strength,” she said, her tone almost dismissive. “But they were not enough. The trial was more than just physical strength.”
Elio’s face flushed with anger and desperation. “Fucking hell, he is supposed to be stronger than me! If we have him, we can change this world. We can fight against any evil!” His voice cracked, filled with a mix of hope and rage.
The Queen’s eyes narrowed slightly, her voice taking on a more personal edge. “I don’t care about fighting evil,” she said firmly. “All I care about is reviving Sheena.” Her words were heavy with finality, leaving no room for debate.
Just then, Butter emerged from the shadows, holding a new piece of ring with both hands. The Ring of Cattle glinted under the dim light, its intricate design suggesting both modern sophistication and ancient origins from India. The ring seemed to hum with an enigmatic energy, its power still shrouded in mystery.
The Queen's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the new ring, her gaze fixed on it with a mixture of curiosity and resolve. “That is the final ring,” she declared, her voice carrying an air of finality. Her tone brooked no argument, her focus unwavering.
Uriel stepped forward, carrying the other nine rings, his movements deliberate and solemn. The weight of the task at hand was evident in his posture, his face set in a determined expression as he placed the rings in a carefully arranged circle.
Elio’s confusion only deepened as he watched the proceedings unfold. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern and frustration. His gaze flicked between the rings and the Queen, struggling to grasp the purpose behind the gathering.
Cheese, standing behind Elio, placed a reassuring hand on his back, unable to reach his shoulder. His touch was firm but comforting. “They are summoning Sheena’s soul back to her,” Cheese explained, his voice steady despite the tension in the room. “Revivification, remember?” His words carried a sense of urgency and clarity, but there was an undercurrent of sadness in his tone.
Elio’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. “Wait… We are doing that now?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly as the realization of what was about to happen began to sink in.
Cheese nodded, his expression resolute. “Let us begin,” the Queen instructed, her voice cutting through the air with a commanding presence. Her eyes remained fixed on the circle of rings, anticipation and solemnity evident in her gaze.
As the Queen spoke, the atmosphere in the room grew charged with a palpable sense of expectation. The Undergrounders gathered around, their faces a mix of hope and apprehension, as they prepared to initiate the long-awaited ritual. Butter stood to the side, her expression a blend of determination and uncertainty, while Uriel's eyes reflected the gravity of the moment.
A chilling silence fell over the room as the naked body of an exceptionally beautiful woman was carefully placed on a central table. The woman’s skin was pale and smooth, illuminated by the flickering light that cast delicate shadows across her form. Her body was slender yet graceful, with a delicate curve to her waist and a gentle swell to her hips. The contours of her figure were elegant, her breasts full and rounded, contrasting softly against her slender frame.
Her face was serene, almost ethereal, with high, sculpted cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin. Her features were perfectly symmetrical, with full, soft lips that were slightly parted as if in a peaceful slumber. Her eyes, closed in repose, had long, dark lashes that brushed against her cheeks. Her hair, a cascade of dark waves, framed her face and spilled over the edge of the table, adding to her haunting beauty.
Her arms lay relaxed by her sides, slender and graceful, with delicate fingers splayed out slightly, their nails perfectly manicured. Her legs, long and elegant, were positioned straight and smooth, the subtle curves of her calves and thighs accentuated by the soft light. Each detail of her body was presented with a careful reverence, highlighting the contrast between her fragile beauty and the grim task at hand.
The other table across from her held the Ring of Cattle, its presence a stark reminder of the ritual’s purpose. The ring’s intricate design seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy, casting a faint, eerie glow that added to the room’s tense atmosphere.
Elio’s eyes widened as he took in the scene, his face flushing with a mix of discomfort and dread. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting around the room as if seeking some form of escape from the unsettling sight before him. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on him. “Oh boy… I don’t like where this is going…” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling slightly as he struggled to process the implications of what was about to occur.
The room fell into an expectant hush as the Queen began to recite the revivification spell, her voice rising in a hauntingly beautiful melody. The song, filled with both melancholy and hope, wove through the air like a delicate thread. It was a song of love and death, capturing the sorrow of parting and the joy of reunion.
“In the quiet of the night, where shadows gently fade,
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Love’s eternal light shall pierce the darkened shade.
Hearts that once were torn apart, now seek the final plea,
In the silence of the stars, love’s embrace shall set them free.
From death's cold grasp, arise once more,
Through time's embrace, our hearts restore.
In love’s pure light, we find our way,
Eternal bonds that never fray.
Through the veil of fleeting time, where memories softly rest,
In the whisper of the wind, our souls are truly blessed.
The echoes of the past shall fade, as life returns anew,
With every breath and heartbeat, love's promise we renew.
From death's cold grasp, arise once more,
Through time's embrace, our hearts restore.
In love’s pure light, we find our way,
Eternal bonds that never fray.
As the Queen sang, her voice a melodic cascade, the ten rings began to spin above the woman's lifeless body. Their movement was mesmerizing, the rings’ intricate patterns blurring into a whirling dance of light. Each ring shimmered with its own distinct glow, and as the song’s final notes drew near, the rings converged, merging into a single, brilliant circle that hovered above the woman.
As the last notes of the song faded, the single ring descended, settling into place over the woman. Her body tensed, and with a sudden jerk, she drew a sharp, ragged breath, her eyes snapping open. She looked around with wide, confused eyes, taking in her surroundings with rapid, darting glances.
The Queen's face broke into a radiant smile as she saw the woman’s awakening. “SHEENA!” she cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of joy and relief. She moved quickly to embrace Sheena, wrapping her arms around her in a tight, emotional hug. The Queen’s tears glistened in the dim light, her face flushed with overwhelming happiness.
Elio stood at the edge of the scene, his eyes wide with astonishment. His mouth hung slightly open as he processed the miraculous event before him. “Damn… It worked,” he muttered, his voice a blend of disbelief and amazement. The gravity of the ritual’s success settled over him, mingling with the relief and awe at the sight of Sheena, alive once more.
The sudden shift in the atmosphere was palpable. As the last echoes of the Queen's song faded, the woman’s eyes narrowed, and a chilling smile spread across her lips. "Ah… So that’s the name of the woman who inherited this body before me… Sheena," she said, her voice dripping with an unsettling mix of satisfaction and disdain.
A frigid silence followed, and the Queen's triumphant expression faltered. Before anyone could react, the woman—now clearly identified as Divine—struck with sudden, brutal force. The Queen was thrown violently to the side, crashing into the pod that had held Sheena. The pod shattered into a million pieces, scattering debris across the floor.
The room erupted into chaos. Butter’s eyes widened in shock and fury, her claws extending and sharpening instinctively. Her face was a mask of rage and readiness as she growled, her body tensed for combat. “Shit, shit, shit! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls as her anger boiled over.
Divine's gaze remained cold and dismissive. “I am… Divine, an Undergrounder created by The King’s power. Someone who is far more powerful than all of you,” she announced with an air of superiority. Her voice carried a mocking tone as she surveyed the assembled Undergrounders, her eyes glinting with disdain. “You all are just straight-up strong-looking weaklings with no power.”
Her words were like daggers, each one aimed to provoke and humiliate. The room's tension thickened as the Undergrounders bristled with indignation, their readiness to fight apparent in their clenched fists and battle-ready stances.
The Queen, struggling to regain her composure, looked up with a mix of pain and disbelief. Divine turned her gaze toward her, the mockery evident in her expression. “As for you, miss Queen, thank you for summoning me. I am no Sheena, but I am your end,” Divine declared, her tone final and threatening.
With a casual flick of her wrist, Divine signaled a sudden and violent upheaval. The ground beneath them began to tremble, a powerful force emanating from her as she created a massive, swirling vortex of energy. The room shook violently, the walls and floor quaking with the force of her power. The air grew thick with dust and debris as a powerful shockwave rippled outward.
Divine turned to leave, her demeanor unhurried and composed despite the chaos. But she paused, her eyes glinting with a final, cruel intent. “One more thing,” she said, her voice cutting through the din. “I am making this my dungeon, so please, get the fuck out of here.”
With that, she flicked her finger dismissively. The sheer force of her gesture sent every being in the room—Butter, Cheese, Elio, and the others—hurtling backward. The ground buckled and twisted, creating a massive rift as the room transformed into a dark, sprawling dungeon. The air was filled with the sounds of crashing, the groans of shifting stone, and the cries of surprise and fear.
As the last remnants of the Queen’s lair were engulfed by the dungeon's dark energy, the Queen herself was left behind, struggling to her feet amidst the wreckage, her face a picture of shock and determination as she tried to process the new threat looming over them.
The Queen's anguished roar echoed through the newly-formed dungeon, her frustration and despair palpable as she slammed the ground with clenched fists. The impact of her blow sent a reverberating tremor through the stone floor, shards of debris scattering around her. Her face was a storm of rage and sorrow, her eyes wild with the raw intensity of her emotions.
“WHY?! WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?!” she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her frustration. She sank to her knees, her shoulders shaking with the intensity of her anger and helplessness. The room's oppressive darkness seemed to close in around her, amplifying her isolation and despair.
The other Undergrounders, including Butter, Cheese, and Elio, moved to console her, their faces a mixture of concern and determination. Butter, her claws retracted but her posture still tense, placed a comforting hand on the Queen’s shoulder, her expression softening as she tried to offer some form of support. Cheese stood close by, his face lined with worry as he glanced between the Queen and the chaos surrounding them.
Elio, his own face etched with a mixture of guilt and sympathy, stepped forward. His voice was calm but carried a note of somber gravity. “Revivification process is not something you do on a daily basis. I told you back then as well, there would be consequences…” His words were heavy with the weight of foresight, a reminder of the warning he had given months ago when he had been captured by this group of Undergrounders. His tone was a mix of regret and explanation, as if trying to make sense of the unexpected severity of the outcome.
The Queen looked up at Elio, her expression a blend of anguish and realization. “I never knew it would be this severe…” she admitted, her voice trembling as she struggled to grasp the enormity of the situation. The realization of her miscalculation hit her hard, her shoulders slumping under the burden of her responsibility.
Elio’s gaze shifted to the imposing door ahead, a grim expression on his face as he took in the sight. “Right now… Whatever this is… It’s far stronger and bigger and just badder than anything I have seen or met…” he said, his voice tinged with awe and dread. The door loomed large before them, its surface dark and foreboding, etched with ominous symbols that seemed to pulse with a dark energy. It was a stark reminder of the new, overwhelming threat they faced.
The tension in the room was palpable, the atmosphere thick with a sense of foreboding. The Queen’s frustration and the weight of the unexpected consequences hung heavily in the air, while the other Undergrounders grappled with the reality of the dangerous situation they now found themselves in.