As Nova stood before the imposing altar, her heart pounding with fear and apprehension, her shackles were removed by the dark disciples, allowing her to move freely as she prepared to perform the ritual. They gave her the pendant that she will use in the ritual as well.
With trembling hands, she opened her grimoire, its ancient pages whispering secrets known only to those who wielded the power of star magic.
Her eyes flickered with determination as she focused on the forbidden spell, a dark energy pulsating within her as she tapped into the celestial energy contained within her pendant.
With each incantation, the air around her crackled with power, the very fabric of reality quivering with anticipation.
Nova knew the consequences of her actions. She knew that by performing this ritual, she would be opening the gates to the underworld, unleashing unspeakable horrors upon the world. Yet, despite her inner turmoil, she also knew that she had no choice.
The life of the most important person to her, Nacht, hung in the balance, his fate resting solely in her hands.
Even though her heart rebelled against the darkness that surrounded her, even though every fiber of her being screamed for her to resist, she had no choice but to obey.
With a heavy heart and tears streaming down her face, Nova continued the ritual, her voice trembling as she chanted the ancient hymn of death.
But as the ritual reached its crescendo, she knew that her fate had already been sealed.
As Nova performed the ritual, a strange sensation washed over her, pulling her consciousness into a realm she had never even dared to imagine.
Suddenly, she found herself standing on the edge of a vast abyss, surrounded by swirling mists and echoing screams that chilled her to the bone.
The horror of hell stretched out before her, a nightmarish landscape of twisted spires and jagged rocks, bathed in an eerie crimson glow.
Demonic creatures slithered and writhed in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with malice as they prowled the desolate landscape.
Nova's heart hammered in her chest as she navigated through the hellish realm, her every step filled with dread and uncertainty.
Yet, despite the overwhelming terror that threatened to engulf her, she pressed on, driven by the desperate need to complete her mission and save Nacht.
As she ventured deeper into the abyss, guided by an unseen force, she eventually came upon the abyssal crypt, a dark and foreboding chamber where the three supreme devils regally sat upon thrones of bone and shadow.
Their eyes bore into her with a mixture of curiosity and contempt as she approached, their twisted forms radiating an aura of pure malevolence.
"How dare you come before us, mortal," one of the supreme devils sneered, his voice like gravel scraping against stone.
"Do you truly believe in yourself worthy to stand in our presence?"
Nova trembled under their gaze, but she squared her shoulders and met their eyes with unwavering determination.
"The Dark Triad plans to open the gate of the underworld, unleashing unimaginable demon upon the world." she said, her voice quivering with fear.
The supreme devils erupted into mocking laughter at her words, their voices echoing through the chamber like a cacophony of screams.
"Foolish mortal," another devil hissed, its voice dripping with venom.
"Do you truly believe that we would be concerned with the petty schemes of humans?"
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REALM OF MIDNIGHT
Fantasy**BLACK CLOVER FANFICTION** **WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers. **DISCLAIMER:** This story is inspired by the original Black Clover series, as I hold it in high regard. I d...
