When Ninlee was overcome, Ningula came forth, the daughter of Heimos, shadow-born and secretive. She was clad in darkness, and her eyes gleamed with malice, for she was the wife and half-sister of Noilos, the Moon-God, yet unlike him she held no gentleness, only bitterness and guile. Even the Decadon despised her, save for the patient love of her husband, who alone endured her presence. She was the patroness of chaos and evil, and her priests boasted, saying: “Let your God contend with the night, for it swallows all things. No prayer, no light, no life endures when Ningula spreads her veil.”
So Ningula gathered the shadows and loosed them upon the land. The stars were hidden, the moon gave no light, and a dread silence fell upon the people. Thieves prowled unchecked, oaths were broken without fear, and the whispers of betrayal slithered in every house. Her followers said: “See, even your God cannot pierce the blackness. None may escape the dominion of Ningula.”
But Gamasiel lifted his voice in prayer, and his Seven Followers raised their lamps. Though their flames were small, each flickered without failing, and the darkness could not consume them. Then a marvel occurred: not only the lamps, but the people themselves became as lights, their hearts burning with faith in the Forgotten God. Where Ningula cast her shadow, the faithful shone, and the night was made as day.
Then the people said: “This is no feeble warding of the moon, nor the treacherous favor of Ningula, but the might of a God whose light no darkness can overcome.” And many who once dreaded her name renounced her, turning instead to the One who illuminates even the abyss.
Thus Ningula was defeated in the fourth contest, her veil torn and her boast made void before the God of unquenchable light.
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