CHAPTER 5: Divine Betrayal: The God's Conundrum

In a beautiful hall with towering marble columns and a domed roof adorned with sparkling stars. A mirror-like floor reflects the holy assemblage below, while gorgeous tapestries depicting epic conflicts and old prophecies cover the walls, whispering ancient tales. In the middle of the hall is a big circular table carved from the heart of a heavenly tree, surrounded by gorgeous god chairs.

The chamber shines gold as the council of gods meets, creating a sense of expectancy. The Oberon, god of strength and the two Valkyries emerge among them, exhibiting their fighting abilities. The atmosphere is tight as the council prepares to tackle a critical problem that threatens the cosmos' delicate balance.

As the council session starts, the Oberon, god of strength pays close attention as his fellow deities explain ominous signs and portents of calamity. Their yells reverberate off the hall walls, each phrase accentuating their plight. Finally, the Zanara, goddess of creation appears, her ethereal beauty exuding wisdom and might. She talks strongly to the audience while wearing a melancholy expression.

"We stand on the precipice of a great crisis," she exclaims, her words holding prophetic weight. "The forces of evil gather at the edge of our universe, threatening to swallow everything in their path. It is critical that we move quickly to protect our area and ensure its survival.

In a distant corner of the cosmos, the Deianira, goddess of destruction revels in her twisted pleasure, unleashing torrents of chaos upon unsuspecting realms. With a malevolent glee, she wields her unfathomable power, delighting in the annihilation of entire universes.

The sight sends a shudder through the gathered deities, their immortal hearts heavy with the weight of impending doom. For even in the divine realm, where time is eternal and space boundless, the threat of oblivion looms ever closer.

As the council grapples with the enormity of the challenge before them, the echoes of destruction serve as a dire warning. With resolve hardened by the urgency of the moment, they prepare to confront the encroaching darkness, knowing that the fate of all existence hangs in the balance.

The Oberon, god of strength , his brow creased with apprehension, listens to the council's plan of action. But when the discussion turns to the fate of his son, Umbra, a sense of dread descends on him like a curtain. The Valkyries, their eyes gleaming with malice, issue a terrifying ultimatum, their words dripping with poison.

"If you do not eliminate the threat posed by Umbra," they say, "we will take matters into our own hands." Rest assured, we will not show him mercy."

A heavy calm descends over the auditorium, as the repercussions of their statements hang in the air like a thundercloud. The Oberon, god of strength , torn between his duty to the council and his love for his son, recognizes that he is facing an impossible dilemma. And as the council session concludes, the fate of the universe hangs in the balance, poised on the edge of a knife.

Among the splendor of the Oberon, god of strength 's lofty fortress stands a gorgeous structure that seems to merge seamlessly with the celestial heavens. Marble columns rise majestically, supporting a vaulted ceiling adorned with intricate sculptures portraying the stories of gods and heroes. Golden light shines through stained glass windows, casting lovely hues around the room. In the center of the hall, a shining gold throne sits on a dais, and the Oberon, god of strength rules over his kingdom with solemn authority.

Tensions rise as the Oberon, god of strength returns home to confront his family about the council's decision to kill their own son, Umbra. Emotions run high as the family deals with the weight of this difficult decision, and loyalties are put to the ultimate test.

The Oberon, god of strength walks into the room, his footsteps ringing over the marble floors as he approaches his wife and children, who watch him with trepidation. With a heavy heart, he continues to deliver the council's decision, his voice laced with pain and regret. His wife's eyes widen in astonishment, and his daughter's hands form fists at her sides.

"We cannot allow this," his wife shouts, her voice quivering with anger. "Umbra is our son, and we will protect him at all costs."

As the tension in the room reaches its breaking point, the Oberon, god of strength, finds himself consumed by a tempest of emotions. His once steady demeanor crumbles, giving way to a torrent of rage that surges through him like wildfire. With a deafening roar, he unleashes his celestial might upon his family, his fury crackling in the air around him like lightning.

In the midst of the chaos, his wife stands resolute, her own strength shining through as she faces the god of strength with unwavering determination. With every ounce of her being, she fights against him, her movements fueled by a fierce love for her family and an unyielding defiance against the council's decree.

But as the Oberon's fury intensifies, tragedy strikes. In a cruel twist of fate, his daughter, caught in the crossfire of their violent struggle, falls victim to his unchecked wrath. The room echoes with her piercing scream, a haunting lament that pierces the heart of all who hear it.

In the wake of this devastating loss, the atmosphere in the chamber shifts, heavy with grief and despair. His wife's valiant efforts to protect their family have been in vain, and the weight of her failure crushes her spirit like a vice. With tears streaming down her face, she cradles her fallen daughter in her arms, her heart shattered into a million pieces.

Umbra enters the palace in a state of desperation, his heart pounding with fear. But when he enters the room, he is met with horror: his mother is motionless on the ground, and his father stands over her with a sorrowful expression on his face.

Amidst the chaos of conflict, Umbra finds himself at the forefront of the fight, aided by his shadow army. Across the battlefield, legions of darkness advance, led by the malevolent presence of the Oberon, god of strength.

As the conflict reaches its peak, the collision of cosmic energy reverberates throughout the heavens. Beams of light collide with waves of darkness, illuminating the immense space with spectacular displays of energy.

In the face of adversity, Umbra maintains his unwavering commitment. With each stroke of his sword, he slashes through the opposing lines, leading his shadow army in a desperate struggle against the approaching darkness.

As the battle continues, heroes emerge from the midst of the chaos, their bravery motivating others to resist the tide of evil. Together, they fight back against the relentless onslaught, refusing to give up even as evil forces threaten to overwhelm them.

However, as the war nears its climax, the full extent of the enemy's army is revealed. In a desperate attempt to win, the forces of evil unleash their most lethal weapons, tearing through the fabric of reality in order to engulf all in their path.

Following the deadly conflict between the Oberon, God of Strength and Umbra, he banished Umbra from their universe, casting him into the depths of space and time, countless light-years away. . A light-year is the distance light travels in one Earth year. One light-year is about 6 trillion miles (9 trillion km). That is a 6 with 12 zeros behind it! he was discovered by an elderly couple in an isolated hamlet. As Umbra remains unconscious, his body bruised and shattered, the couple takes him in, providing him with shelter and care in his hour of need.

An elderly couple sits by the fireplace, their faces furrowed with anxiety as they look over Umbra's comatose body. The flickering fire sends swirling shadows across the room, exposing the wrinkles of concern on their worn cheeks.

A small rustle outside prompts the pair to share a knowing gaze. They rise from their chairs and go to the door, where they see Umbra lying lifeless in the doorway. They gently raise him in their arms and bring him inside, holding him like a valuable gift.

As they lay Umbra down on a makeshift cot, the elderly man checks his injuries with a trained eye. He grimaces at the sight of Umbra's damaged corpse, his heart burdened with compassion for the young guy lying before him.

Meanwhile, the elderly lady begins to prepare a poultice of healing herbs, her expert hands working with seasoned precision as she administers to Umbra's wounds. With each delicate touch, she murmurs words of consolation, her voice a salve for his broken spirit.

Hours pass while the pair attends to Umbra's needs; their relentless efforts are motivated by love and generosity. As awareness returns, Umbra slowly starts to stir, his eyes flickering wide. He looks up at the old couple with thanks and perplexity, wondering where he is or how he got there.

With sympathetic grins, the elderly couple reassure Umbra that he is secure and among friends. They provide him food and drink, nurturing both his body and spirit as he starts to recuperate from his trauma.

As Umbra goes off to sleep again, wrapped in the warmth and care of his new guardians, the elderly couple exchanges a knowing glance. Though they may be ordinary humans, they are aware that they have played a role in a far broader story—one that will impact the destiny of the universe itself. And as they settle down for the night, surrounded by the peaceful beauty of their woodland home, they say a silent prayer for the young man sleeping under their roof, hoping that he will find the fortitude to face the hardships that lie ahead.