Istana Elysvarre
After Lucifer and Asmodeous Retreated
A Quiet Midnight...
The night wind swept through the crumbling hall.
The stone pillars had fallen.
The night sky displayed faint cracks among the stars, symbols of a recently clashed will, creating a chilling atmosphere that intensified the dramatic remnants of the conflict surrounding Istana Elysvarre.
In the darkness, a hazy shadow appeared to behave erratically, dancing among the debris as if following the rhythm of the suffering etched in the history of that place.
Sheena knelt, her body trembling like a leaf in the midst of a storm, unable to bear the weight of her oppressive feelings.
Her hands cradled her abdomen, still glowing with the symbol of the Voidwright glyph—but now, the emblem pulsed slowly, steadily, no longer the wild power threatening her body.
Each pulse felt like the breath of an ancient creature, reminding Sheena of the price that had been paid to obtain the power now flowing within her, filling the void left by profound loss.
Before her, Michael leaned against the ruins, silvery-blue blood oozing from the wound on his back. His white fire wings had but one side remaining—the other had been reduced to ashes in battle. Yet, on his face rested an unexplainable calm, as if he had found peace amidst the storm.
Only in this moment, among the ruins, did Michael feel the weight of the burden carried by all involved in this conflict and his face reflected a sense of gratitude for still being here.
Michael gazed at Sheena with gentle eyes filled with understanding, no longer an angel of judgment but rather as a friend to humanity, ready to share the burden.
"Sheena Elyndra... I came to this world to judge and protect the will of mankind."
But tonight, in the thick darkness, I learned one thing that is more important than mere judgment.
"Judgment is no longer enough. What is needed is companionship."
"The unification of ancient powers and new wills."
Sheena cried, her voice trembling as a tear fell, flowing like an unstoppable river and depicting the anguish that enveloped her heart; it was as if the weight of responsibility had descended upon her soul, making her feel as though the entire world rested on her shoulders.
"No... you cannot die. I—"
Michael shook his head weakly. The clouds in the sky seemed to mourn, dark shadows cloaking the atmosphere as he tried to provide comfort to Sheena, as if nature itself felt this sorrow.
"I will not die."
"I will... change."
"Becoming a part of the will that you bear."
"So that someday, if the world and sin come to attack your child... I can be its sword."
Michael placed his palm on Sheena's belly. In that sacred moment, they both felt a magical current flowing between them, like an invisible bridge connecting two souls—narrating the intertwined destinies. Ancient power began to rise, like a sigh of the wind carrying both hope and pain.
The Voidwright glyph and the sigil of celestial light started to spin together, merging their luminous energies in a mesmerizing dance of power.
A new magical circle formed, intertwining shades of black, white, and violet. A radiant light emerged, as if summoning power from another dimension. In this mystical glow, Sheena felt the vibrations from her ancestors' spirits, as if they were participating in this sacrifice.
"Union Pact: Sanctum Will Ascend."
An aura of blue and gold enveloped Michael's body, connecting him to the energy of the cosmos; he began to emit a powerful presence, while the sky arched downward, seemingly responding to the manifestation in progress with celestial approval.
"I surrender my entire soul."
"Not to control his will."
But to become the force that will guard him when he cannot protect himself, ensuring that hope remains, no matter how dark the night.
Michael's body began to transform into particles of light.
His fiery wings shattered into sparks of light, being drawn into the circle of magic. Each spark represented hope, an eternal promise to protect the beloved, and as they faded away, it brought a touch of mystery and unease to Sheena's heart.
In the stillness of the night, his spirit whispered softly, revealing the continuity of the bond that had formed between them.
"I am the Flame of Judgement."
"I will be the fire within your heart."
"When the world doubts you, I will ignite your courage."
"When sin tries to consume you, I will burn them away."
The gentle light flowed like a river of gold, revealing shards of hope amidst the suffocating darkness.
As if communicating with Sheena's soul, the light promised infinite protection for the soon-to-be mother.
The light slowly entered Sheena's womb.
The Voidwright circle merged with the sacred circle.
Sheena sobbed, cradling her belly.
"I will keep this secret."
"I will tell my child about who you are, Michael."
"One day, they will know that within them...
lies the power of judgment and free will."
"And they will not be alone."
With a heartbeat that felt eternal, Sheena felt it—the strong vibration in her belly, as if worldly and divine power united, preparing to be born into a new light.
Michael's voice echoed softly one last time.
"I am no longer an angel."
"I am no longer the enforcer of the old rules."
"I am a part of the future."
"And I believe in the unnamed light."
As Michael's light truly faded,
the Voidwright glyph on Sheena's belly transformed.
In the center of the circle now lay a new symbol:
A blue flame sword surrounded by a violet will circle.
This symbol became the union between the Flame of Judgement and the unnamed will, signifying the birth of a new power that would bring significant change to the world.
The symbol of union between the Flame of Judgement and the unnamed will.
In the silence, a faint whisper passed through, calling her to delve into the depths of a predetermined fate, as if echoing the voices of generations past to underscore the importance of this moment as a catalyst for greater change.
"My child, you carry not only my blood and your father's, but also the hopes from the heavens and the emptiness that you can transform into strength."
"Now you carry more than just my blood and your father's."
"You carry the hopes from the heavens and the void."
"You are the heir who will determine a new destiny for the world."
Each word seemed to touch the soul, rekindling a myriad of hopes and fears that had been buried in Sheena's mind. The statement tightened her chest, igniting a drive to confront all the threats looming over them.
"And I will protect you... until my last breath, and beyond, even into the endless depths of time."
This promise reverberated in the tranquility of the night, as if every star in the sky bore witness to it, lending support to the struggles that lay ahead. This place, once echoing with the sounds of great battles, now testified to the unbreakable bond between the protector and the protected.
Her hair was tousled by the night wind.
Her cloak was tattered from the scars of previous battles.
Yet her eyes—the indomitable eyes of the Voidwright—reflected the same blue and violet light as the new glyph on Sheena's body.
Amid these changes, Fitran emanated a strong aura of leadership, as if calling forth a torch of struggle within Sheena's soul. His gaze ignited sparks of courage, demonstrating that even though darkness threatened to engulf them, the light would endure.
"Sheena..."
"I am late. But I am back."
He quickly knelt beside Sheena, assessing her condition and feeling a newfound strength pulsing from within her; their bond was now intertwined with a shared longing to rise again, demanding justice for what had been lost.
"You are going to be okay."
Sheena weakly nodded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyelids. As hope and doubt clashed within her heart, she found strength in Fitran's words, making them a refuge in the darkness.
"I am afraid, Fitran."
Fitran clenched his fists, trembling with a mix of pride and anger. The inevitable prediction hung in the air, revealing a sense of anxiety about the threats they faced. The reality that they now stood on the edge of an abyss underscored that this was only the beginning of a larger battle.
"I swear. No one will touch you again. Not Lucifer. Not Asmodeous. Not Osiris."
As those words echoed in the air, an aura of strength and determination surrounded Fitran, as if time itself held its breath.
However, before calm could dominate the eerie silence of the room,
the rumble of time was heard in the distance.
The errant flow of time felt like it was entering the open hall of Elysvarre.
Like heavy waves crashing against the shore, emotions enveloped the room, causing Sheena's heart to race. She sensed the looming threat, as if shadows from the past were lurking behind the curtain of mystery.
A Chrono Genesis portal split open in the sky above the ruins of the castle, heralding the arrival of a new threat that would bring uncertainty for the future.
A circle of magic layered with time and ancient will emerged, projecting an image of an hourglass turned upside down, glowing in blue and gold.
From within the portal, an ancient aroma wafted through, carrying whispers of threats from a distant dimension that sought to disrupt this newfound balance, creating an atmosphere thick with tension.
Osiris.
The Ruler of Time.
A chilling voice echoed:
"You have rewritten destiny without the consent of the Guardians of Time."
His words struck like arrows, resonating with the core of magical power within Sheena and Fitran, as if the entire universe was observing each choice made and the burdens they would have to bear.
"That newly born power—your child's will—has shattered the pillars of time that uphold the balance of the world."
The space around them trembled, as if time itself gasped in unease; shadows of black mist swirled ominously, creating an illusion that blurred the lines between reality and dreams, an invisible force encircling them with a gnawing threat that demanded their attention.
"I have come to demand answers."
His tone was firm, filled with smoldering resolve. Each word lingered like a spell, challenging even the remnants of doubt that might linger in his heart. Behind those words lay a profound yearning, a buried loss, and a rekindled hope.
The figure of Osiris began to manifest, shrouded in a shimmering white cloak, his eyes sparkling like a collapsing galaxy.
The whispering wind carried with it the scent of incense, evoking a blend of fear and awe; his flowing cloak billowed like waves on a stormy sea, embodying movement that was both graceful and perilous, making it feel as though all the world's secrets were gathered within his clenched jaws.
Fitran stood before Sheena, crossing his arms in a protective stance, as if ready to face any impending threat.
With a piercing gaze, Fitran felt the heat surging from within him, as if every cell in his body was intertwined with the mystical power enveloping the room. He knew that the decision he made at this moment could alter the course of their destiny forever. A tense vibration filled the air, heightening the intensity of this encounter.
"If you seek answers, you must pass me first."
His words rang out like thunder, seemingly slicing through the silence and establishing an unbreakable boundary. There was a fighting spirit within him, strengthened by an invisible bond connecting him to his child. That spirit danced between them, dismissing any fear that might arise.
Glyphs on Fitran's body glowed softly.
The emanation of energy was not just light; it served as a reminder of the heritage passed down through generations—a power unmatched by anything else that would protect them even in the darkest of times, with hope igniting amidst the shadows.
Flame of Judgement and Voidwright have become one.
This combination created an unprecedented marvel that bridged two distinct worlds; the raging fire and deep void danced in a dangerous harmony, generating an aura that was both beautifully captivating and perilously explosive, waiting for the right moment to unleash its full potential.
And Osiris would face not just a father, but the Author of the New Destiny prepared to embrace a monumental change.
Tension hung in the air, strengthened by unfulfilled promises and scattered hopes. In this confrontation, the fate of the entire world would depend on a single point of decision. Each breath felt like an inseparable burden, determining an uncertain future.