Aloysius stepped down from the rooftop with calm moves, eyes scanning the dark corners of the city. He knew every time he used divine radiation, an energy trace was left behind detectable only by those skilled in high-level radiation arts. And those traces were now drawing his enemies closer.
His footsteps led him to a narrow alley covered in murals and ancient symbols remnants of a civilization that once worshipped gods before their fall. Aloysius stopped before a rusty iron door, pressing his lightning-charged hand to the lock. In an instant, it creaked open, revealing a dim underground chamber.
Inside were ancient tools and scrolls containing notes about divine radiation and how to conquer its side effects. Aloysius studied a scroll, eyes scanning a complex diagram outlining the purification of radiation in body and soul.
"This secret must remain hidden," he thought. "If it falls into the wrong hands, this world could shatter."
Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed outside. Aloysius tensed, channeling shadow energy into himself, blurring his form until he blended with the darkness.
"The enemy is here," he whispered.
At the door, dark shadows appeared, followed by a tall figure in a black coat with a masked face. Aloysius knew this was no coincidence this enemy carried a great secret tied to the fallen gods.
Another battle was about to begin, more dangerous this time, because every move could uncover the mysteries hidden all along.