Somewhere else>>>>

The darkness shifted like a living thing, tendrils of shadow curling and twisting in the unseen corners of the world.

A figure stood at its heart, veiled in an abyss so deep it seemed to consume even the night itself.

Eyes, colder than the void between stars, flickered open, and with them, an ancient power stirred.

"Impressive," the voice resonated again, curling with amusement and something far more sinister. "He has finally awakened."

A slow, deliberate step forward sent ripples through the air, warping reality with his mere presence.

His cloak billowed, not from any wind, but from the raw force of the abyss that coiled around him like a lover.

He raised a hand, pale as bone, and flexed his fingers as if testing the weight of the world in his palm.

"Storm-Bearer..." he murmured, the name tasting old, like forgotten prophecy and inevitable ruin. "Now, its time."

He lifted his gaze, staring through the layers of existence as if seeing across the very fabric of time.

The power slumbering within Jungkook had finally begun to stir, a force so great that it sent echoes through realms unseen. But the boy was still raw, still caged in the illusion of his own humanity.

A chuckle, low and predatory, slipped from his lips.

"Poor child. You do not even know what you are yet. But you will... soon."

With a flick of his wrist, the shadows swallowed him whole, dispersing as if he had never been there. Yet, the chill of his presence lingered, an omen of something far more terrifying than mere fate.

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The ancient walls groaned as if whispering secrets long forgotten.

Deep within its core, the markings on Taehyung and V's bodies burned like molten fire, pulsing with an unearthly rhythm.

The sun on Taehyung's right wrist and the moon on V's left wrist glowed even beneath layers of silk and armor.

The air crackled around them, as if the world itself was shifting to acknowledge their awakening.
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In the great hall, the Emperor stood rigid, his golden robes pooling at his feet, his face a careful mask of unreadable thoughts.

The Queen sat beside him, her gaze sharper than any blade. She had seen this before the signs, the omens.

"It has begun" she murmured, her fingers tightening around the armrest of her throne.

The Emperor's eyes darkened. "Then we have little time."

Beyond the palace walls, the sky churned in unnatural hues.It was as if the heavens themselves hesitated, watching.

The people could feel it in their bones the stirring of something ancient, something beyond comprehension.
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Taehyung clenched his fists, his breathing uneven as a surge of power rippled through his veins.

He had always known he was different, that his strength was beyond the measure of ordinary warriors.

But this was something else. Something deeper, older, something tethered to the very essence of existence itself.

V stood beside him, his head tilted slightly as though listening to a distant melody only he could hear. His dark eyes gleamed under the dim torchlight.

V. "It's waking up."

For years, their power had been contained, restrained by forces unseen, masked behind the illusion of normalcy.

But now, the seals that had held them at bay were fracturing. Their existence was not a mere accident; it had been foretold, written in the stars and etched into the bones of the earth.

They were the prophecy.

The children of sun and moon.

And now, their fated path had begun to unfold.
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The Emperor turned to his most trusted advisor, the shadows pooling unnaturally at the figure's feet. "The Prophecy is unraveling. The time we feared is upon us."

The advisor's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Fear is a wasted emotion, Your Majesty. The question is, will they bend to your will, or will they shatter it?"

The Queen's eyes flashed. "They are my sons. They will not shatter."

But even as she said it, the fire in her chest flickered with uncertainty.

Taehyung and V were more than just royalty. They were forces bound to fate itself, their destinies too grand to be caged within the golden walls of the palace.

And then there was Jungkook.

A weapon, a storm-bearer, chained by a power he had yet to understand. His presence alone shifted the balance, tilting the scales of destiny.

The Queen inhaled deeply, her fingers brushing the hilt of the dagger at her waist.

There were forces moving in the shadows whispers of an ancient danger. She had felt it the moment the marks on her sons had ignited. Something else had awakened alongside them.

Something far more dangerous.

A storm was coming.

And this time, not even the gods could stop it.

The prophecy has begun to unfold, and the storm is inevitable.
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