Soma Generation Kandrakar: Seal of Phobos & The Bad Omens

The wind over the spires of Kandrakar blew cold, carrying the sharp scent of ozone and ash. It was the ancient people of this holy nation who had first recognized the existence of the sacred power of Soma, nursing its light to protect the heart of the universe. But these days, a thick, suffocating shadow lurked over the kingdom, as if ill tidings were woven into the very air itself.
Leon of Traverse Town knelt by the shattered archway of the Great Hall, running his gloved fingers over the clean, impossible shears in the enchanted stone.
"There's no doubt that it was one of my men that did this," Leon muttered, his voice grim. "It would take the skill level of a Svall to accomplish a strike like this... but the only ones left are you, myself, Diaz, Darkness, and Prince Phobos."
"There is one more," Kai chimed in, stepping forward from the mist, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon as he looked directly at the Svall and the Heir to the Meridian throne.
Before Phobos could sneer a reply, the sky above Kandrakar cracked open like brittle glass. A blinding flash of violet light erupted from the central sanctum, followed by a hollow, sickening silence. The faint, hum of the Soma’s warmth simply vanished.
From the steps of the sanctuary, the Oracle collapsed to his knees, his robes frayed and smoking. "It's too late," he gasped, his voice trembling with an agonizing finality. "All my magic is gone. Kandrakar is completely unprotected."
A low, resonant laugh vibrated through the earth, rising into a piercing screech that shattered the surrounding stained glass.
"Free at last!" the Evil Kantelto cackled, rising from the subterranean deeps in a swirl of living void. The creature's crimson eyes swept over the gathered survivors. "They too have been seeking the wielder of the X-blade!"
Leon drew his gunblade, the metallic ring cutting through the chaos as he stepped between the rising shadow and the weakened realm. He turned his head slightly toward the remaining Svall warrior. "We need your help to find King Xayden," Leon added, his eyes locked on the darkness ahead. "He's the only one left who can reforge the seal."

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