Trapped

The air grew thicker with tension, a suffocating blanket that pressed down on everyone within the palace. The space was charged with a sinister energy, a foreboding sense that something terrible was about to unfold. The silence that followed Cryptic's declaration was more terrifying than the loudest roar. It was the quiet before a storm, a moment where even the bravest souls felt the creeping fingers of dread. 

"What is the meaning of this! CRYPTIC!" The Flamboyant Sun's voice exploded in the stillness, slicing through the air like a crack of thunder. It was a voice that had always commanded attention, vibrant and filled with the power of a thousand suns. But now, it was different—now, it was laced with raw, unfiltered fury. His words reverberated against the walls of the barrier that held them, each echo a reminder of the impossible situation they were in. His fury was a force of nature, ready to unleash itself on anyone who dared stand in its way.