Speaker 1: Deep within the hidden architecture of the Callows region, far
beneath the heavy stone foundations of ancient cities, lies a
great chamber of resonance. This is not a place of
soil or growth. It is a world of polished marble,
glowing crystals, and humming gears that keep the world's energy
in a perfect silent loop. In this hall, two legendary
powers reside, waiting for a moment the scales of the
world tip too far in one direction. Zernias is a
stag of shimmering light. Its antlers are not made of wood,
but a solidified prisms that refract every color imaginable. When
Zernias moves, it does not walk. It glides across a
metallic floor, leaving a trail of glowing sparks that recharge
the very air. On the opposite side of the great
chamber sits Eveltal. The wings shaded Veltul is shaped like
the letter y, its feathers resembling dark velvet that drinks
in the light around it. For a thousand years, they
remained still. Zernias was a statue of brilliant glass, and
Eveltel was a cocoon of crimson stone. They were the
battery and the drain, the plus and the minus of
the world's hidden engine. One afternoon, the Great Chamber began
to vibrate. A group of modern scientists searching for infinite power,
had built a machine high above the surface. This machine
was pulling too much energy from the ground, trying to
force the world to run faster than it was meant to.
The golden gears of the chamber began to grind and smoke.
The balance was breaking. Veltel was the first to stir.
Its eyes, cold and blue, snapped open. It felt the
excess energy being wasted above and felt a deep instinctive
need to take it back. With a slow spread of
its massive wings, it detached from the ceiling. It didn't
make a sound, but the room grew cold. Eveltu's purpose
was to absorb energy when it was too much of it,
to prevent the world from overloading. It rose toward the surface,
a dark silhouette against the ceiling's glow. Suddenly, a flash
of rainbow light blocked its path. Zernias had awakened. Its
antlers surged with multicolored fire that illuminated every corner of
the stone hall. Zernias knew that if evelto reached the surface.
Now it would not just take the extra energy, it
would take everything. It would leave the cities dim and
the people tired. The two legends met in the center
of the chamber. There was no shouting and no hitting. Instead,
it was a dance of opposites. Euvel Tools surged forward
it's dark area, reaching out like velvet ribbons to catch
the light. Zernias leaped with grace, spinning its antlers to
weave those ribbons into a tapestry of pure, stable power.
The light from Zernias acted like a shield, softening Uveltuol's hunger.
Zernias wasn't fighting Uveltul, It was offering it a different
kind of energy, a steady, rhythmic pulse that calmed the
dark bird's instincts. As they circled each other, the energy
from the scientist's machine above began to flow into the chamber.
Zernias caught the raw, wild power and refined it, turning
it into a soft glow. Then it passed that glow
to Uveltel, who store it safely within its dark feathers. Slowly,
the vibration in the floor stopped. The machine above had
run out of fuel, but the world was safe because
the two legends had managed the overflow. Veltu looked at Zernias,
its blue eyes softening. It flew back to its high perch,
folding its wings and turning back into a silent crimson cocoon.
Zernia stood alone for a moment in the center of
the hall. It lowered its head, and the prisms and
its antlers dimmed to a soft, comforting gold. It returned
to its resting spot, turning back into a statue of
shimmering crystal. The Great Chamber returned to its silent mechanical rhythm.
The balance was restored not by force, but by the
two shadows and lights working as one.