Chapter 273 Center of Stones — Forsaken Gate (2)
The beautiful Cahaya Corona Concordia Gamma orbits at the center, now shimmering with vivid violet and deep blue hues, creating an enchanting atmosphere in the fading twilight, as if it is capturing the last radiant colors of a day that is almost gone, a visual spectacle reminiscent of a master painting that invokes a sense of wonder.
Four gates emit a low resonance—sounds like the breath of living stones, a heavy echo vibrating in the air, filling the space with palpable tension akin to the charged moments before a storm. The four guardian statues, majestic and silent, stand firm, awaiting commands from a higher power; they are markers of time come to a halt, embodying the weight of countless histories. In the midst of silence, the whisper of the wind seems to speak, conveying a forbidden name: Genbu, a name steeped in legend and folklore, evoking shadows that seem to shrink yet also seep into the souls of every witness, unleashing an incomprehensible fear that hints at something much deeper and darker lurking beyond perception.
However...
From the north.
From the shadows of the Genbu gate, heavy footsteps shook the ground, creating small ripples on the dry and dusty surface. The steps were heavier than anything ever heard before, signaling a presence that could not be ignored.
Each beat resonated like the pounding of a drum, forming waves of sonic resonance that assailed the tranquility with an ominous aura of uncertainty. Rest assured, anyone facing Genbu would feel a profound pressure, a turmoil that forced them to choose between fleeing or standing resolutely against the encroaching darkness that awaited, a visceral choice reflecting the eternal struggle between light and shadow.
The surrounding scene froze in palpable tension, with each heartbeat vibrating in sync with the approaching threat; that terrifying shadow grew clearer, contrasting sharply against the dark background. Whispers suggested that Genbu was not merely an entity of darkness but rather an embodiment of lost justice, returning to demand recognition of its suppressed existence.
Not a statue.
Not a symbol.
Genbu The Black Justice has come.