Novel & Cerita Earth Altar

In the center of the sacred ground lay a massive stone altar, carved with symbols far older than any she had ever seen. The stone itself seemed to pulse with life, veins of blue light weaving through its surface, connecting it to the earth beneath. Surrounding the altar were ancient runes etched deep into the ground, glowing faintly with dormant energy. This was it.

All evil spirits rose to the surface, leaving the subterranean vacant but for a sacrificial altar. The word "altar" felt like a mockery in this desolate environment. Here, in the underground parking lot, the practitioner had twisted the very geography of the space to sow discord. A small, nondescript ash-containing object was buried underground, dispersing malice. Aria's eyes flickered as she pondered how to dispel this object's evil energy. Just then, an old lady selling white flowers appeared. "Miss, would you like to buy a flower?" Aria glanced sideways at the old woman. "No."

Alex moaned in pain, his voice was barely above a whisper, and it only took a sensitive ear to hear him. “Alpha, this is not any random cavern,” Yara replied, with so much panic and terror in her voice. “Then where are we?” I asked her, my voice so impatient and angry. “My lady, I’m afraid we have fallen into the underground of the world, the region where the roots of the world tree touch the deepest section of the earth. This is where the dead, the forgotten and abandoned are residing at, this is the home for earth bound spirits.” Immediately she said these words, different kinds of shapes and beings began to come out from the air, these were not the shadowy crazy creatures we had previousl

Chapter 79: The Price of Power Aria's POV As I knelt before the enormous stone altar, the dim hum of old energy reverberated across the dimly lit room. Its surface was inscribed with dimly glowing runes that pulsed with an unearthly cadence. The Vault of Eternum was a remnant of a period when the gods still roamed among mankind, tucked down deep under the Moonshine Pack's territory.

“Elena, don’t...” “I have to,” she said firmly, turning to face the altar as a strange wind whipped through the clearing. The branches above creaked and groaned as they parted further, letting beams of silver light from the unseen moon illuminate the altar. Symbols etched into the stone flared to life, glowing with a brilliance that seemed to pierce through Elena’s very being. Kaia’s voice was steady in her mind. This is the moment, Elena. Be strong. The altar’s glow shifted, casting an ethereal shimmer over the clearing. The light formed into shapes—three glowing orbs, each radiating a distinct energy.

My eyes landed on the far edge of the clearing, where the mist swirled unnaturally. “There,” I said, pointing. Damien and Luca exchanged another look, but this time neither of them questioned me. They simply followed as I moved toward the mist. As we stepped closer, the air grew heavier. The ground beneath my feet vibrated slightly, as if something was buried deep beneath us. Then, out of the mist, a shape began to emerge. A stone altar. It was old—ancient, even—covered in cracks and half-buried beneath the roots of a massive tree. Strange symbols were carved into its surface, glowing faintly with an eerie blue light. The moment I laid eyes on it, my entire body reacted.

Green, as her name identifies, her home is earth, thus serving as the mother Nature to mankind. Arakah, his realm tagged as the Mountain of Arakah is a place which has no written history in Born By Power. Hilda, being the bridge between life and death, she has a realm which she is endowed with taken care of. The bridge between life and death. This seems literal but it is more than just a realm.

He attempted to pick up the soil but could not do so. He was surprised. “What a strange place.” Everyone gathered around the altar and scrutinized the four-sided diagram carved on the altar. They began to discuss it for a while but could not figure it out. James also carefully inspected the altar. The place was unusual, and the Empyrean Spiritual Energy was abundant. James could sense Empyrean Spiritual Energy continuously oozing out from the altar into their atmosphere and dispersing into all parts of the Earth. He was sure the altar was the source of the Earth’s Empyrean Spiritual Energy.

Each Earth sent their highest representatives. I stood for Earth-Prime. Archmagus Stellara for Earth-Arcanum. Coordinator Prime-7 for Earth-Machina. Alpha-of-All-Forms for Earth-Bestia. High Priestess Lumina for Earth-Sanctus. Chancellor Drift for Earth-Nihilus. The Mycelial Mind manifested a humanoid form for Earth-Verdant.

Elaria walked forward through the vision, her steps steady despite the devastation surrounding them. “This world called me salvation,” she said quietly. “They begged me to intervene. To hold their sun together. To stitch their sky back into place.” The image shifted. She stood at the heart of a burning star, hands buried deep in its core, screaming as she held it stable against the laws that demanded collapse. “I did,” she whispered. “For three thousand cycles.” The scene shattered. Another rose. A different world. Lush. Green. Alive. Then choking as its magic spiraled out of control, devouring its own foundations. Creatures twisted. Lands folded. Oceans rose into the sky.