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// Wrath of time 
// Story: Celestial Discord: Echoes of Divine Convergence 
// by Demon king night 
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As the chamber fell into a tense silence, Sunset, suspended in mid-air, became the vessel through which an eerie prophecy unfolded. Her eyes, once vibrant with determination, now glazed over, reflecting the unseen forces guiding her words.

"In the twilight's embrace, where shadows dance and light fades, a prophecy is whispered upon the winds," Sunset's voice resonated, carrying an otherworldly weight. "Time, angered by false promises made, casts its wrath upon those who dwell within the halls of Canterlot High School."

Solar and Nyx exchanged wary glances, their concern deepening with each cryptic utterance. Ethan, his expression unreadable, watched with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

"Through the sands of time and the currents of fate, a path is laid bare," Sunset continued, her words a haunting echo in the chamber. "One shall fall, their sacrifice a beacon of hope in the darkness. And as the flames of anger consume all in their wake, none shall emerge unscathed."

A chill crept down Solar's spine as the gravity of Sunset's prophecy settled upon him like a heavy shroud. Nyx, his features etched with concern, stepped forward, his voice trembling with urgency.

"What must we do to avert this fate?" Nyx implored, his words carrying the weight of their collective fear.

But Sunset, a mere conduit for the enigmatic forces at play, offered no solace. The trance-like state that gripped her remained unyielding, leaving her suspended in the midst of her unsettling revelation.

As the echoes of the prophecy lingered in the chamber, Solar, Nyx, and Ethan exchanged troubled glances, their minds racing with the implications of what was to come. The threat of impending doom loomed large, casting a shadow over their every thought and action.

For in the depths of uncertainty, the specter of times' anger loomed large, threatening to unravel the very fabric of their existence. And as they stood on the precipice of cataclysm, the weight of their choices bore down upon them with an unbearable intensity.