Lapangan Agung Elysvarre
The 16th Night after the Anathema
The fog descended once more.
But this time, it was no ordinary fog.
The air quivered. Time felt as if it had slowed down.
Above, a colossal form resembling a winged humanoid hovered in the sky. With each passing second, tension built up, like lightning ready to strike in the stillness of the night.
The Judge of Concepts.
This faceless being had a body woven from gray light and ancient glyphs that moved incessantly, sparkling like lost stars, concealing mysteries behind every intricate line etched upon its surface, creating an atmosphere thick with enigma.
"Fitran Fate. Your will has transcended human limits."
"I am not sent to fight. But to determine if your meaning is worthy of continued existence."
Beside him, Arbiter Voluntatis stood, his newly forged spear shining under the starlight; the rustle of the weapon resonated, creating an aura of deep tension, as if conveying the message that he was fully prepared for battle.
Behind Fitran, Sheena stood, her face resolute yet anxious. Every heartbeat quickened, feeling the weight of the heavy decision looming over them.
"If you lose," she whispered, "our will shall be erased from history."
Fitran gazed at the Arbiter of Concept, his eyes shining as brightly as the light surrounding him.
"I will not allow my will to be judged by forces that do not understand love and choice."
The Arbiter of Concept raised his hand, the motion causing the wind to stir as if reminding them of the power ready to strike.
"Juris Nullification."
(Nullification of negating the significance of something, often in a metaphysical or philosophical context.)
A wave of gray light surged toward Fitran, seeking to negate not just his body but his very existence. The wave produced a hissing sound, reminiscent of the wind carrying tidings of disaster.
Fitran forcefully plunged Excalibur into the ground, the sound of metal meeting earth resonating in the silence and echoing through the landscape. This action ignited a cacophony of magic, intensifying around him, as if it spoke of hidden power and the imminent rise of energy ready to surge forth.
"You come with emptiness. I answer with light."
He raised his right hand firmly, seemingly merging with the energy surrounding him. His fingers trembled, channeling the force that awaited release, maximizing the potential of light within his control with spirit and confidence.
His fingers quivered, channeling the power that was eager to be unleashed, as he harmonized with the energy enveloping him.
"One — Luminis Surge!"
(Wave of Light)
A wave of white light exploded from the ground, deflecting the Judge's attacks as smoke and light intertwined to create a scene that seemed to challenge the darkness. It depicted a battle between hope and emptiness, filled with tension and swirling emotions.
The Concept Judge did not back down.
He stood tall, a cold expression on his face reflecting not just determination but a fervent desire to destroy everything in his path, embodying the very essence of relentless judgment.
"Then I shall intensify my trial."
Fitran took a deep breath.
Each breath carried the weight of the world, yet there was a glimmer of revival in his eyes.
"I am not fighting with high conceptual magic today. I am fighting with the light I have chosen as a human."
He recited the names of his spells:
"Two — Radiant Lance!"
A lance of light that shoots forth and obliterates the enemy's glyph.
Every lance soared with unexpected speed, signifying precision and power, shining like a shooting star as it shattered the darkness around him.
"Three — Solaris Shield!"
A circular light shield that absorbs the energy of will.
With a rumbling voice that echoed, Arbiter raised his hand as light gathered and flowed like a river's current, forming a sturdy, radiant shield that illuminated the darkness and pushed away the impending threat.
"Four — Flarebound Chains!"
Chains of light that bind Arbiter's movements.
As Arbiter moved, the brilliant chains surged from Fitran's hands, glowing with a blinding intensity and producing a crackling sound that sliced through the air. The chains sought to capture Arbiter's agile movements, unexpectedly restraining his freedom with an overwhelming force.
"Five — Dawnstep!"
Short-range light-based teleportation, leaving a bright flash behind.
Like a flash of lightning, Arbiter vanished, leaving a soft, glowing light in the spot where he once stood. A shockwave swept through the arena, creating a moment of silence before the next chaos erupted.
"Six — Ecliptic Barrage! A spell of immense power that rains down dozens of light arrows upon the target from the celestial vault."
A rain of dozens of light arrows that strike from the sky.
Fitran moved his hand with intense concentration, summoning arrows of light that shot down from the sky. Each arrow emitted a piercing sound that shattered the tranquility, creating a downpour of beams poised to mercilessly break through Arbiter's defenses.
"Tujuh — Lucent Reversal!"
Reflecting the enemy's magical attacks with a light mirror.
With calm resolve, Arbiter raised his radiant mirror, waiting patiently. Like a painter ready to make his stroke, he was prepared to reflect each attack with equal force, creating a surprising and confusing double effect for his opponent.
"Delapan — Halo Severance!."
A horizontal slash that generates a circular arc of light.
Seeing an opening, Arbiter executed a horizontal strike that sliced through the air with brilliance. The circular arc of light cleaved through, creating a bright line that stood out against the darkness of the night, intensifying the battle.
"Sembilan — Beacon Ascendant!."
Enhancing the power of all light magic in the surrounding area.
The Arbiter summoned light with his magic, as if stars were converging, signaling an increasing power. With intense concentration, he spread his force, intensifying the shimmering aura of light, transforming the entire arena into a brilliantly lit battlefield.
"Ten — Resol Sanctis (Holy Determination)!."
The highest light magic. It binds the meaning of personal choice so that it cannot be erased by external laws.
With his spear, the Arbiter launched an assault, a dazzling light enveloping his weapon, casting a fearsome shadow upon the ground. Each of his steps was heavy, filled with commitment to destroy his opponent.
Fitran whispered:
"Flarebound Chains."
The chains of light quickly coiled around the Arbiter, halting his agile movements. The sparkling lights from the chains sliced through the darkness, and the Arbiter felt his helplessness deepen as the bindings tightened, as if hope for freedom was fading away.
The Concept Judge unleashed a glyph of void.
"Nullification: Severance of Will."
Fitran leaped using Dawnstep, appearing behind the Judge, a whisper of wind in his ear providing a gentle push. The tension escalated, as if time had stopped before the attack was unleashed.
"Ecliptic Barrage!"
Light arrows struck the Judge's back with an astonishing force. Cracks appeared on his body, resembling deep gashes that threatened not only his physical form but also the very essence of his existence. The sound of the magical instruments echoed ominously, intensifying the chaotic atmosphere.
"Not enough."
The Judge raised both hands, his face filled with determination and rage. Discontent burned within him, and the entire room was suffused with a destructive aura.
"Abjudicatio Maxima."
(Great Judgment.)
A circle of emptiness formed rapidly, like a void consuming all around it, attempting to erase Fitran's will from the currents of time, while the dark energy shimmered ominously, signaling an unprecedented crisis as if the very fabric of reality were holding its breath in anticipation of disaster.
Sheena shouted, "Fitran!"
Fitran closed his eyes, feeling the weight of hope and fear enveloping him. Uncertainty haunted his mind, undermining the faith he had built over time.
"I fight not to win. I fight to preserve meaning."
He raised Excalibur towards the sky, a golden light shining amidst the darkness, like a call from the universe to affirm his courage. That light ignited his soul, guiding him to confront his greatest fears.
"Resol Sanctis!"
A pure white light exploded.
It was not merely magic.
It was a declaration of will.
"I choose to persist. Not out of strength. But because of an untainted love."
The circle of emptiness cracked, releasing a sound like shattering glass that pierced the silence. The Concept Judge trembled, his physical instability mirroring his inner turmoil, as if every fiber of his existence were threatened by Fitran's unstoppable resolve.
Stepping back, a flicker of fear crept into the Judge's expression, creating a moment of tension that resonated throughout the battlefield, magnifying the stakes of their confrontation.
"You have surpassed the average will. But you have yet to prove whether your will is strong enough for a greater world."
"The final test will come."
Fitran lowered his sword, breathing heavily. Each exhale felt like an additional burden, as if the world pressed down on his shoulders. As his gaze wandered, he felt an inevitable tension, like a sudden surge of magical energy flowing around him.
With conviction, Fitran nodded, "They will lead us to his side. In the dim light, his shadow seemed larger than life, creating a dramatic impression in that moment. 'The... final test?' he asked, his voice trembling, merging with the rumble of the sky that belonged not only to Elysvarre but to the arena of the entire world," he stated firmly, feeling his heart race as he listened to the whispers of magic enticing him, awakening both curiosity and an awareness of the approaching danger.
Fitran nodded confidently, "They will take us to an arena that belongs not only to Elysvarre but also to the entire world," he said firmly, feeling his heart race as he listened to the whispers of magic that enticed him, awakening both his curiosity and awareness of the impending danger.
Above them, the sky opened wide, revealing a blend of light and emptiness that formed a magnificent portal ready to challenge anyone. Waves of pulsating energy tore through the calm of the night, calling forth warriors eager to charge into battle; the roaring sound grew louder, as if nature itself merged with the call of inevitable combat.