As the thunder rolled across the sky, a brilliant flash of lightning struck the earth. A small crater appeared, and from it rose a figure, his clothes in tatters and his hair wild. Darryl stood, looking around at the world that had changed so much since he had last seen it. The air was still and the sun beat down, but not a single drop of rain fell. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what Darryl would do next.Darryl looked around, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar world around him. The buildings were strange and foreign, the people dressed in clothing he had never seen before. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. No one seemed to recognize him, or even notice that he was there. He was like a ghost, invisible to the people who lived in this strange new world. A sense of unease settled over Darryl, as he realized just how much he had lost.As Darryl wandered through the city, he caught glimpses of the people around him. They

Moloch stood before the council, his gaze cold and calculating. The members of the council trembled with fear, knowing that their lives were in his hands. He was here even before they called for him, if he had came about five minutes earlier he would have met Darryl. "Please, Moloch," Everett said, his voice quivering. "We need your help. Darryl is too powerful, and we cannot stop him on our own." Athena nodded, tears in her eyes. "We will do anything you ask, just please help us," Athena joined in the pleading, Luke it was a contest. Moloch looked at them, his expression unreadable. "Very well," he said, his voice like ice. "But know this: I do not do this out of kindness. I do it for my own ends."The council members looked at each other, their eyes wide with terror. "What do you mean?" Athena asked, her voice barely a whisper. "You will find out soon enough," Moloch replied, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "But for now, I need you to gather all the information you have on

Darryl sat alone in his room, his mind whirling with doubt and fear. He had never felt so overwhelmed, so unprepared for what lay ahead. But then he heard a voice, gentle and clear, that cut through the darkness of his thoughts. "You are stronger than you know," it said. Darryl looked up, and saw Hugo standing in the doorway. "I can help you prepare for what is to come," Hugo said. "If you are willing to put in the work, you can face any challenge that comes your way"."I confide in you, Hugo." He whispered with a smile across his face. ••••Back in the council chambers, the members were gathered around the table, their faces grave and solemn. Suddenly, the doors burst open like before, and Moloch strode into the room. The members gasped, as the air crackled with energy. "I have come to offer my services," Moloch said, his voice booming. "I can help you defeat the darkness that threatens your world." The members of the council looked at each other, unsure of what to do. "Why should

Darryl tried to sit up, but the Sorceress placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down. "Stay where you are," she said, her voice cold and menacing."You're in no condition to move." Darryl struggled against her grip, but it was no use. He was weak and exhausted, and the Sorceress's power was too great."What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice shaking with fear."I want you to understand the error of your ways," the Sorceress replied, her eyes gleaming with malice.Darryl stared at the Sorceress, his mind racing. "You're wrong," he said, his voice shaky but defiant. "I'm not going let me stop you from destroying this world. There's still hope, and I won't give up on it." The Sorceress let out a cruel laugh, her voice mocking. "You are a fool, to believe that hope can win against the forces of darkness," she said. "But I'll let you keep believing, if it makes you feel better. It won't change the outcome.""I don't believe you," Darryl said, his eyes blazing with defiance

Let Them Go! Shera knelt before Moloch's throne, head bowed in deference. "Master," he murmured, "your enemies have been uncovered. They are cunning and resourceful, but they cannot match your might." Moloch's crimson eyes narrowed, their malevolent gaze boring into Shera's cowering form. "Fools," he growled, his voice like the rumble of a volcanic eruption. "No one challenges my dominion and lives to tell the tale." Moloch's eyes glinted with a predatory gleam. "I sense a thirst for knowledge, my faithful servant. Enlighten me - who dares to challenge me?" He leaned forward in anticipation, his voice dripping with ominous promise."Darryl, the one whom was foretold to be reincarnated thousand years ago." Shera announced, Moloch couldn't help but chuckle.Moloch chortled, his laughter echoing through the chamber. "Ah, Darryl... the fabled chosen one, returned from the mists of time. Spare me the histrionics, Shera. This Darryl is nothing more than a nuisance - a fly buzzing around