In the midst of the cracks of the old world, where remnants of past struggles are etched into the very fabric of existence, Fitran stands resolutely.
His body shines like a swirling galaxy, while his cloak drapes in ethereal filaments of stars dancing with life, reminiscent of the wonders found in the cosmos.
and behind his back, a circle of meaning opens slowly:
A cosmic formation creates a giant cross prism that glimmers with the essence of celestial journeys,
star points form a structure of four corners interconnected through axes of light.
In the silence that fills the space, as if the voice of nature whispers, each star signals a soaring liberation.
"This is no longer magic for survival; this transcends the mundane existence of mere winning."
This is not about winning.
This is to erase all the constraints that bind the world."
Fitran raises his right hand.
The Voidwright within him pulses in deep shades of purple — a manifestation of the ancient power coursing through his veins.
The Astral Theorist Principle rolls in patterns of tiny stars —
and Harmonia Septem from Rinoa connects behind, becoming the source of a symphony of meaning, where each note resonates with the vibrations of the universe.
Waves of energy flow around him, illustrating the harmony intertwined with each breath of the universe.
Fitran's eyes change.
It is not merely physical sight.
In his gaze, the orbits of planets, the paths of stars, and the resonance of the Void unfurl.
With each passing second, his vision deepens, transcending superficial sight, as if he can peer into the very soul of the cosmos itself and uncover the secrets long buried for thousands of years, revealing the interconnectedness of all existence.
"I... align all paths of the world."
In the sky of Center Stones,
planets, even those far beyond the reach of the naked eye,
respond to this call of meaning.
Magic awakens.
The surrounding space vibrates, releasing an aroma of magical tension that, like an electric charge, permeates the atmosphere, as the sky seems to tremble at frequencies understood only by the chosen souls who bear witness to this moment.
Four limbs of light emerge from behind Fitran's body, forming a cross-shaped prism that cleaves the sky. Around him, the light quivers with an intensity never before seen, as if each ray possesses its own life and story, hinting at innumerable journeys.
Each tip of the Prism radiates towards the cosmic poles:
As these tips touch the boundaries of reality, a gentle sound like the whisper of the wind resonates, illuminating the presence of a greater transformative power that connects every being and element within this universe.
Each arm creates lines of stars that link planets,
as if the entire solar system were rearranged just for this moment; in the distance, numerous eyes, ancient beings, guardians of the sky, and spirits of nature, watch—awaiting the wonder about to unfold, filled with hope and curiosity, reflecting the essence of the universe.
Across the world:
The surface of the water swells majestically, forming dancing ice sculptures, connected to the cosmic rhythm.
Mountains crumble slowly, as if time itself has ceased to uphold them, a powerful reminder of nature's transient beauty. Each falling stone echoes like a majestic symphony, awakening the awareness of the cyclical rise and fall inherent in nature's rhythm.
The wind pauses on one half of the earth, while on the other half, silent storm winds emerge, creating a contrasting atmosphere that evokes an ancient and mysterious aroma, calling the trees to reflect on their long journey through time.
Birds fall from the sky, not dead, but as the laws of gravity are reconfiguring themselves. Their existence weaves through an unspoken collective consciousness, flying in directions they had never imagined.
Blue Earth —
The planet of humanity, the center of all resonance,
vibrating in silence. At the heart of the planet, the beating sound of the heart, filled with hope and sorrow, echoes, uniting human desires with the cosmos.
There are no explosions.
There are no sounds.
Only silence prevails. Voices from the past seem to fade away, leaving space for something new and never before conceived, ushering in a transformative era.
The rivers stop flowing, as if trapped in time.
The sky loses its color. For a moment, everything feels empty; darkness awaiting new light, silence yearning for a symphony.
All forms of phenomena — temperature, wind, gravity, magnetic fields —
grow silent,
as the entire balance is held by the Grand Cross Fitran. In this profound moment, all elements communicate, recognizing one another and sensing the changes occurring around them, like a tapestry of fate gently beginning to reweave itself into a new reality.
Phoniex, Tiger, Dragon, and Genbu stood in a circle around Fitran. They exchanged glances in a silence understood only by those who have witnessed many chapters of life. "Are you ready for what comes next?" Phoniex's gentle voice resonated in the vibrations connecting them.
They lifted their heads in unison, a silent agreement sealing their fate.
They understood.
This is not defeat.
This is liberation.
"We have protected the old world."
"Now... that duty ends."
"With each spoken word, the air felt heavier, like the universe itself was holding its breath as time oscillated between past and future."
One by one, the ethereal beings surrendered their forms...
Phoniex — its wings burned into violet dust, sparkling like falling stars in the dark night, spreading across the vast sky.
Tiger — its body cracked into bronze ash, forming spirals that demonstrated strength, dancing in the air with elegant movements as if challenging time itself.
Dragon — its scales melted into droplets of starlight, each drop radiating breathtaking light, depicting tales of struggle and hope.
Genbu — its shell shattered into a rain of small stars, sparkling like fireworks in the night sky, creating a visual symphony that soothes the soul.
There is no sound.
No cries.
Only noble silence.
They felt the vibrations of a cosmic choir, as if the universe was responding to their call, preparing to create something greater than before, a symphony of existence intertwining with their essence.
Fitran stepped forward, his majestic stride resonating deeply. With each step, the magic of the Center Stones fractured into small prisms of meaning, dancing in a stunning spectrum of colors.
His hands sliced through the air,
and a starry pathway connected the prisms of the Grand Cross, causing the entire sky to appear to crack with lines of light, depicting the epic journey of the souls that had sacrificed.
The Voidwright Spiral gracefully circled around his body, binding the Void with meaning, creating a bridge between the lost and the yet-to-come.
Astral Constellations vibrated, as if responding to Fitran's presence, accelerating the orbits of the nearest planets in a movement full of hope and rebirth.
Harmoniae Resonance from Rinoa stabilized this effect, ensuring that the world did not collapse outright, but instead transformed beautifully, altering the perceptions of every being who witnessed the event.
All this magic was not created to destroy.
Instead, it was crafted to reset meaning, embracing the inevitable cycles of life, but this time, with a shine that is not only brighter, but also more radiant, filled with previously unimaginable potential for growth and renewal.
Blue Earth, Gaia, and even hidden continents like Gamma began to stir silently:
The seas split like fabric, revealing shimmering chasms that formed intercontinental openings, creating surreal landscapes. The roaring sound of rushing water echoed like a magnificent cosmic orchestra, sounding the arrival of a new era.
Volcanoes erupted yet froze in mid-air, never fully exploding, creating bursts of light that glimmered; this light inscribed ancient writings in the sky, as if the universe sought to communicate directly with them.
Rivers flowed into the sky, as if gravity reversed, gently dancing among the stars, carrying seeds of life from the heavens to the earth; every drop of water represented new hope, spreading across the cosmos, telling stories yet untold by the universe, weaving an unbreakable tapestry.
The mountains slowly floated into the air, creating islands of the sky, where starlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating paths yet to be explored. On these islands, magical flora thrived, dancing to the rhythm of the universe.
The moon appeared to move swiftly in the daylight, shifting its orbit as if sharing secrets with the sun, creating a mesmerizing dance of light that enchanted the eye. Sparks of energy surrounded the moon like jewels falling from a cosmic treasure chest.
The entire planet held its breath.
Fitran was now a fully realized cosmic being:
On his back, spiral formations of galaxies spread out, rotating slowly. Each spiral line seemed to depict the journey of time and space, carrying stories from millions of years ago.
Every step he took left a trail of stars, sending waves of energy around him, inviting the universe to resonate in a magnificent harmony that echoed through the corridors of existence.
Every movement of his hands transformed the constellation arrangement in the sky, as if the stars were responding with a silent song of harmony. In the cosmos, extraordinary signs flickered, portraying an unexpected cosmic dance.
His hair, once a reddish silver, now flowed like stellar plasma, shimmering with the colors of life and death intertwining, hinting at the essence of duality within him.
"I am no longer human.
I am no longer the Voidwright.
I am the meaning that erases the old path,
and opens a new one," he declared, his voice resonating with authority, vibrating with a frequency that seemed to reshape reality itself.
"You sacrificed everything to bring about this change..." Rinoa spoke, her voice trembling with deep concern, as if addressing the dying heart of the universe, filled with hope and doubt.
Fitran turned to her, his expression softening,
his smile faint,
like a star slowly dying yet still bestowing all its light. In his gaze, there was an eternal depth, portraying the coexistence of darkness and light as he confronted a fated destiny.
"I did not sacrifice myself for dark reasons,
"I did not sacrifice myself for dark reasons; rather, I chose to be the voice of meaning that will transcend this world," he replied, his tone warm and soothing, much like the gentle morning dew that caresses the parched earth, yearning for moisture after the tempest of life.
Rinoa grasped his hand, despite the light emanating from Fitran being almost too hot to touch. Yet, within that discomfort lay strength; two souls empowering one another, separated only by an awe-inspiring consciousness. "If you must erase this old world filled with pain and uncertainty...
then I will join you in writing a new world," she vowed, her voice now infused with a flowing confidence, creating a bridge between their hearts and the uncertain future ahead.
Grand Cross — the Prism of Cosmic Severance reached its zenith, enveloping them in ethereal light flowing like waves that carried profound messages from the farthest corners of the galaxy, ineffable and transcendent.
All the stars in the sky aligned in a perfect cross pattern, resembling a galactic crystalthat reflects hope's light, yet also symbolizes the intricate bridge of meanings that will unite in the emerging new world, forging a path toward unity and understanding.
And in the midst of the dim crowd of stars...
Fitran and Rinoa stood as enduring symbols of transition, embodying the courage to face uncertainty and the unique power to create a new reality that is richer and more vibrant than before, where every soul has the fundamental right to grow and thrive in harmony.
The old world slowly fades away.
And the new world…
begins to pulse. As if the heartbeat of the cosmos synchronized with theirs, calling all beings to connect in a new harmony. This is the long-awaited moment, where every soul can find its place in this vast universe.