That night, Aloysius stood on the edge of a high cliff, night wind brushing his weary face. Lightning occasionally split the dark sky, mirroring the turmoil in his heart. The dark radiation he'd long resisted now weighed heavier upon his mind.
He knew his power was not a gift without price. Every time he used divine energy flowing in his blood, the shadow of darkness crept deeper, tempting to take control.
Inside his mind, the voice returned, more vivid than ever."I am part of you, Aloysius. I hide within your lightning's light. Don't fight me join me, and you will be the strongest in the world."
Aloysius shook his head, fighting the voice with all his might. "I'm no slave to darkness. I control this power, not the other way around."
But the battle wasn't over. While he fought the shadows within, Ordo Abyss's threat grew stronger. They mobilized forces and strategies to seize the 'Origin Remnant' the source of the fallen gods' power.
Aloysius knew this journey demanded more than physical strength. He had to master the dark side within or be destroyed before the great battle even began.
In the distance, the ruined city's shadow bore silent witness to a man defying the fate of gods.