Poison God's Heritage

The air grew thicker with tension, a suffocating blanket that pressed down on everyone within the palace. The space was charged with a sinister energy, a foreboding sense that something terrible was about to unfold. The silence that followed Cryptic's declaration was more terrifying than the loudest roar.

It was the quiet before a storm, a moment where even the bravest souls felt the creeping fingers of dread.

"What is the meaning of this! CRYPTIC!" The Flamboyant Sun's voice exploded in the stillness, slicing through the air like a crack of thunder. It was a voice that had always commanded attention, vibrant and filled with the power of a thousand suns. But now, it was different—now, it was laced with raw, unfiltered fury.

His words reverberated against the walls of the barrier that held them, each echo a reminder of the impossible situation they were in. His fury was a force of nature, ready to unleash itself on anyone who dared stand in its way.

Outside the massive barrier, the true extent of their predicament became horrifyingly clear. The sky above was filled with intricate inscriptions, glowing with a malevolent light that spoke of ancient, forbidden magic.

These weren't just simple runes; they were a symphony of malevolence, meticulously crafted over centuries, each one a note in a grand, dark opus that had finally reached its crescendo. Millions—no, hundreds of millions—of these inscriptions had formed a colossal web of sealing, a cage designed to trap even the mightiest beings.

It was a prison, vast and unyielding, locking the Suns within its invisible walls.

The Cryptic Sun's voice oozed through the air, filled with a deep-seated malice that had festered for far too long. "I've had enough of being underestimated by all of you," he spat, his words like venomous darts aimed at the pride of the Suns. "It's time for me to exact my long-overdue revenge."

The Red Sun, never one to back down from a fight, felt his blood boil. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the air around him seemed to shimmer with the heat of his fury. His teeth were bared in a feral snarl, his eyes burning with the fire of a thousand battles fought and won. "You think this barrier will hold us long enough for you to escape?

What in the heavens are you even planning?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl, the sound of a predator cornered but not defeated. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered under the weight of his rage.

The energy around him crackled and surged, a violent storm barely contained within the confines of his body. Glimpses of his Asura avatar began to materialize around him, a terrifying specter of carnage and destruction that waited for the command to unleash hell. The Red Sun's fury was a tangible force, threatening to tear apart the very fabric of reality.

But the Cryptic Sun remained unperturbed. He simply smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent a chill through the room. It was the smile of someone who had planned every move in this deadly game of chess, who held all the cards and knew it. "It should," he said calmly, "after all, I've spent over two hundred years preparing it."

Provoked beyond reason, the Red Sun shot up from the palace floor, a blur of red light tearing through the ceiling like a blazing comet. His speed was blinding, his power undeniable. He slammed into the barrier with all the force of a dying star, the impact resonating through the air like a thunderclap.

The shockwave of his strike shook the ground beneath them, but to his shock and mounting frustration, the barrier held firm, repelling him with a force that sent him crashing back down. His face was bloodied, and his wrist had fractured under the strain.

"Once I get out, I'll split your body in half and feast on your spleen while you watch!" The Red Sun roared, his voice a primal scream of hatred and fury. He struck the barrier again and again, each blow more powerful than the last, but the barrier remained unyielding, its defiance a mockery of his strength.

"That is, if you can find me," the Cryptic Sun taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. His tone was one of absolute superiority, a man who had finally outwitted those who had dismissed him for so long. It was a voice that enjoyed the suffering of others, that reveled in the power it held over those it had trapped.

The situation was growing more dire by the second. Shen Bao, seeing no other option, raised his wrist and activated his bracelet, hoping to find some way out of this nightmare. What appeared on the bracelet's display was a scene that made his blood run cold: a figure with a face like a skeletal demon, clad in decaying black robes, with his arm buried deep in the chest of the Dusking Sun.

The sight was enough to send shivers down the spine of even the most battle-hardened warrior.

"Oh, this little trinket shows what's happening. Quite an innovative gadget," the skeletal figure mused, his voice calm, almost casual. Yet there was an undercurrent of menace in his tone, a chilling quality that could make the bravest of men tremble. His words were like the rasping breath of Death itself. "Is that Shen Bao on the other side?"

The sight of this man—no, this monster—and the realization of who he was, sent shockwaves through the Suns. This was a being they had all believed to be dead, a belief that was now shattered beyond repair.

"DEATH SUN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" The Flamboyant Sun's fury knew no bounds, his voice shaking the very air around them. He was the one who had administered the sacred agreement among the Suns, and now that pact had been desecrated in the most heinous way possible. The betrayal was a knife in his heart, a wound that bled fury and outrage.

The Cryptic Sun continued to taunt the Red Sun, his every word a dagger aimed at the pride of the Suns. The rest of them, their faces twisted with rage, were powerless to act against the barrier that held them captive. Their power, once thought to be unchallengeable, now felt like a cruel joke.

"Why are you doing this?" The Blue Sun's voice rang out, filled with a mix of disbelief and anger. But her question was met with cold, indifferent silence. The Death Sun, however, seemed uninterested in explanations. He was a man acting on whims, and his whims had brought them to the brink of disaster.

"The opportunity to act presented itself much sooner than I had anticipated," the Death Sun mused, his tone eerily calm amidst the chaos. "Shen Bao, I must thank you for dying so spectacularly. It caught my attention and piqued my curiosity. Now, with the Lording Sun fully sealed and the Dusking Sun gravely wounded, you've handed me two Suns on a silver platter."

"Darkest Sun!" Shen Bao shouted through the bracelet, desperation creeping into his voice. "We need help! We're being attacked!"

"My hands are tied!" The Darkest Sun's voice came through, strained and filled with frustration. His words caught everyone by surprise, their eyes widening in disbelief. "I saw what happened, but I cannot act… they couldn't have chosen a better time…"

The Darkest Sun's bracelet projected an image of what he was facing: an overwhelming horde of Rakshasa, their numbers seemingly endless. Among them was a gargantuan Rakshasa, its size comparable to a moon, leading the charge with terrifying determination. It was a sight that filled them all with dread, a nightmare made flesh.

"They noticed the state of the Lording Sun and decided to strike. I can't allow them to advance any further! You'll have to figure it out on your own! The Wisest Sun is still at his land—I've already sent him a command for help, but it'll take time for him to arrive," the Darkest Sun said, his voice tight with urgency.

The Cryptic Sun interjected with a sneer, "An interesting plan, but it's one I won't allow to succeed."

"I'm trapped," the Wisest Sun's voice came through, his tone unusually tense. His hands moved rapidly, trying to dispel the millions of formations that had appeared out of nowhere, imprisoning him in his own land. The Cryptic Sun had meticulously planted these traps across each of the Suns' domains, ensuring that no help would arrive in time.

"This will take me at least a day to break through. It's less restrictive than what you're dealing with, but it's still a significant obstacle," the Wisest Sun's voice crackled through the bracelet, adding yet another layer of dread to their already dire situation.

The atmosphere grew darker as the Cryptic Sun began laughing like a mad hesterical maniac. Today all of you will finally see how helpless you all are! Calling me a Fake Sun! Who is the fake one now!"