As Kiro's vision began to fade, a warm, golden light burst forth, illuminating the dark landscape of the underworld. The light was soft and gentle, yet it seemed to possess an otherworldly power.
The golden light enveloped Kiro, and he felt a sense of peace wash over him. It was as if the light was trying to revive him, to give him the strength to carry on. Kiro's eyes, heavy with exhaustion, fluttered open, and he gazed at the light in wonder.
The light's origin was unknown, but its effect on Kiro was palpable. It seemed to be a mysterious intervention, a timely aid that might just be enough to help him survive the underworld's cruelties.
Nasu, the mountain god, stood tall for a moment before his knees buckled, and he bowed his head in reverence. It was a rare sight, for Nasu had never shown such humility before. However, his concern for Kiro had moved him to this act of devotion.
As Nasu bowed, his hands clasped together in prayer, he seemed to be seeking the aid of a higher power. His eyes, usually calm and collected, shone with a deep concern for Kiro's well-being.
Nasu's act of bowing was a token of respect and admiration for Kiro's courage and determination. It was a silent acknowledgment of the bond between them, and Nasu's desire to see Kiro through his ordeal in the underworld.
In the realm beyond the mortal world, mysterious figures watched Nasu's prayer with interest. They spoke among themselves, their voices barely audible whispers.
"A mountain god on his knees," one of them murmured, their tone a mix of surprise and curiosity. "The bond between him and majesty must be strong indeed."
The figures seemed to deliberate, weighing Nasu's devotion and Kiro's fate. After a moment of silence, they nodded in unison, and a gentle smile spread across their faces. "Lend him mana,We will face the balance even if it shows up." they decreed.
The mysterious figures' intervention had brought forth the golden light that enveloped Kiro, infusing him with a newfound sense of vitality. As the light touched Kiro, it seemed to counteract the underworld's dark energies, giving him a glimmer of hope.
The golden light infused Kiro's body, and he felt his strength slowly returning. His exhaustion began to lift, and his senses became more acute. The light seemed to be healing his wounds and revitalizing his mana.
As Kiro's strength returned, so did his determination. He stood up straight, his eyes shining with a newfound resolve. The golden light had given him a second chance, and he was determined to make the most of it.
With renewed strength and purpose, Kiro gazed at the underworld's bleak landscape. The golden light had brought a glimmer of hope to this desolate realm, and Kiro wondered what other surprises lay in store for him.
Kiro's eyes narrowed as he focused on the mana coursing through his veins. "Huh? Where's this mana coming from?" he wondered, his inner voice filled with curiosity.
The golden light's intervention seemed to have unlocked a new source of mana within him. Kiro could feel the energy building up, and he wasn't sure what to make of it.
As he explored this newfound power, Kiro realized that he might have a chance to overcome the underworld's challenges after all. But he needed to understand the source of this mana and how to harness it effectively.
Kiro's gaze drifted upward, his eyes meeting the crimson sky that seemed to stretch endlessly above him. The color was like blood, a deep, foreboding red that seemed to mirror the turmoil within him.
As he looked up, Kiro's thoughts turned to Haru, and he wondered how his friend was faring. The concern for Haru's well-being pierced through the darkness that had consumed his mind, a glimmer of hope in the desolate landscape of his thoughts.
In that moment, Kiro's memories might have been shattered, but his concern for Haru remained a fragment of sanity, a thread that connected him to the world beyond the underworld's darkness.
The 100th day had finally taken its toll on Kiro. Despite the mysterious figures' intervention and Nasu's prayers, Kiro's mortal body had reached its limit. He crumpled to the ground, his strength exhausted, and his consciousness faded.
As a mere mortal, Kiro's body could only endure so much. The underworld's tortures, the physical strain, and the mental anguish had all combined to push him to the breaking point.
Jin, bound and helpless, looked on in despair as Kiro fell. The situation seemed hopeless, with no clear way for either of them to escape the underworld's clutches. The 10 kings' laughter echoed through the desolate landscape, a cruel reminder of their predicament.
As the 100th day came to a close, the chains binding Kiro and Jin's hands fell away, releasing them from their physical torment. Jin wasted no time, rushing to Kiro's side and gently lifting him into his arms.
Jin cradled Kiro's limp form, holding him close as if trying to shield him from the underworld's darkness. His eyes, filled with a mix of relief and concern, gazed down at Kiro's pale face.
With Kiro secure in his arms, Jin took a resolute step forward, his eyes fixed on the path back to the earth realm. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but Jin was determined to get Kiro back home, no matter what lay in store for them.
Jin looked down at Kiro's pale face, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. "A miracle," he thought to himself, "that a mere mortal could survive 100 days in the underworld." Jin's gaze lingered on Kiro, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Kiro than met the eye.
As Jin held Kiro close, he realized that Kiro's resilience and determination went beyond that of a normal human. There was something within Kiro that drove him to persevere, something that had allowed him to endure the unimaginable hardships of the underworld.
Jin wondered what secrets lay hidden beneath Kiro's ordinary appearance. What made him tick? What drove him to keep going, even when all seemed lost? Jin's thoughts swirled with questions, and he knew that he would have to wait until Kiro awoke to find the answers.
As Jin approached the portal with Kiro in his arms, Yánluówáng emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding attention. The king's voice was low and menacing as he spoke, "You can't leave."
Yánluówáng's sudden appearance seemed to halt time itself. Jin's footsteps faltered as he gazed at the king, his grip on Kiro tightening. The portal, once a beacon of hope, now seemed like a distant dream.
Jin's eyes locked onto Yánluówáng, a fierce determination burning within them. He knew that he had to get Kiro out of the underworld, no matter the cost.
As Yánluówáng was about to attack Jin and Kiro, flashes of eyes from the Balance appeared in his mind, accompanied by a voice that resonated with authority.
"You dare defy me?" the voice echoed in Yánluówáng's mind, a stern warning that seemed to carry the weight of the cosmos. The Balance's presence was a reminder of the delicate equilibrium that governed the realms, and the consequences of disrupting it.
Yánluówáng's attack faltered, his eyes widening in response to the Balance's warning. For a moment, he seemed restrained, as if the Balance's authority had checked his actions. Jin took advantage of the hesitation, his determination to protect Kiro and escape the underworld burning brighter than ever.
With the Balance's warning still resonating in his mind, Yánluówáng was momentarily helpless, unable to intervene as Jin carried Kiro out of the underworld through the portal.
Jin stepped through the portal, Kiro secure in his arms, and emerged into a brighter realm. The underworld's darkness receded, replaced by the warmth and light of the world above.
As they emerged from the portal, Jin looked down at Kiro's pale face, his heart filled with relief and concern. He knew that their ordeal was far from over, but for now, they had taken a crucial step towards freedom and a new beginning.
The sun's warm rays cast a golden glow as it dipped below the horizon, but the stone where Nasu and Lyra waited was bathed in a different light. A soft purple hue emanated from it, signaling the portal's reopening.
As the portal stabilized, Jin emerged, carrying Kiro in his arms. Nasu and Lyra's faces lit up with joy and relief as they saw the duo return, their prayers answered.
Nasu and Lyra rushed towards Jin and Kiro, their footsteps light with excitement. "Welcome back," Nasu said, his voice filled with warmth, as Lyra gently touched Kiro's forehead, checking on his condition.