Edmon approached Ventirus and looked at him with a cold, sharp gaze in his golden eyes, He whispered near Ventirus's ear, "Even if you wish to return now, you cannot."
Ventirus remained frozen—not out of fear, but trying to understand this unknown system. Why do these creatures act as if they have ruled the universe? He believed there was a loophole they exploited, allowing them to behave and govern like rulers.
Ventirus answered sarcastically, "I have no intention of returning."
"Not before I know something at the incarnation."
Edmon kept watching Ventirus with lifeless eyes—no questions, no words.
"That's unfortunate, but you cannot incarnate now."
Ventirus's silver eyes widened, and he said in a surprised tone, "Why? Isn't it the right of the soul to incarnate... at any time?"
Edmon said, "Not before signing the covenant."
He paused, then continued looking upward into the void, "If you don't, you will remain trapped here forever."
Questions clouded Ventirus's expression, then he said, "You kept mentioning the covenant, the covenant... but what exactly does this covenant contain?"
Edmon stepped back, turning his back to Ventirus, and said calmly, "Surrendering everything to the Supreme Council of the Gods."
He paused for a moment, then continued more softly, "Everything concerning you will be stored in the Akashic dimension: your current spiritual information, your future developments, the lives you will incarnate, those you have incarnated before, how you died in each of them. Nothing will remain unknown if you sign the covenant."
Ventirus replied sarcastically, "But isn't that unfair? How do you expect me to navigate this universe while you already know my progress during incarnation, even you will knowing who my soul is if I know it myself?"
"No one will interfere to disrupt the 'Eternal Game,' because that would cause a cosmic imbalance,They will only watch, even if they realize who you truly are," Edmond responded.
Ventirus said, "Is there any way to incarnate vessels without signing the covenant?"
Edmon sighed and said softly, looking at his hand, "There is a secret in everything."
Silence settled, then Edmon continued with a gentler voice, raising his head upward and closing his eyes: "Only one consciousness has this right. Even the council cannot perceive its existence if it incarnates."
Ventirus did not expect Edmon to answer his question, and the gentle tone deepened his curiosity,"Who is this consciousness? Has it incarnated already? Or not yet?" But he didn't ask this question because he wanted to learn everything upon incarnation.
Edmon cut off Ventirus's questions, raising his right hand toward the void. The darkness before them cracked like a veil of smoke, revealing a massive gate radiating a light unlike any light... A light that neither warms nor blinds but reveals.
He said in his calm voice, without turning,: "Now… shall we go?"
Vinteros did not respond; he simply stepped forward with steady steps, his features free of hesitation, and seriousness settled in his silver eyes… as if he had begun to realize he was at a stage of no return. The two entered the light… then everything vanished—not a transition, but disappearance.
Then… Venteros ros found himself in a place unlike any place. He was alone, standing among towering pillars that touched the void. Even those sitting on the massive thrones behind were not clearly visible, and Edmon He was not present even though he entered with Venteros. . Vinterus watched his surroundings cautiously, alert to any potential danger, until he heard a voice coming from among those silent pillars.
Majestic, featureless beings appeared. Their heads were not heads but dark extensions like additional columns, of medium height. Their bodies were not human but huge cubes breathing darkness, belonging to no known form.
Vinterus felt danger creeping upon him. He tried to summon his energy… but nothing responded.
Then the voice of one ruler echoed sharply, as if cut from stone:
"You will not be able to use your energy… this council is a complete barrier to the ether."
Vinterus eyes widened, and he was internally unsettled: "Barrier?… How?"
His questions raced, clashing inside his mind: "How can beings of this level create a place that strips the soul of its energy as if it were a human body?
What is this place? Are they truly gods… or something else hiding behind the guise of divinity?"
Venteros wasn't even aware of where this place was.
One of the attendees slowly descended to Vynteros's place. He was immense in height, his body dark as if made from deep shadows,His voice was cosmic weight:"This is the contract, Vynteros.
By signing it, you will surrender everything you are—your soul, your memory, your past manifestations, and your destined future—to the Supreme Council of the Gods."
"Everything will be stored in the Akasha dimension,Nothing will be hidden or forgotten, and all your future lives will be governed by what is recorded here."
"But in return, you will be granted the chance to reincarnate again, to walk a new path within the laws of this universe."
"Signing this contract is not a decision made lightly,It is the beginning of your eternal game and your commitment to play within the balance of the unbreakable cosmos."
Vynteros looked toward the contract, It was a smooth black tablet made of energy, shining as if crafted from darkness itself, Engraved upon it were interlocking circles emitting winding lines and dots that flickered like hidden heartbeats, The symbols on the tablet were written in a magical language—letters coiled like snakes and interwoven geometric shapes blending letters and organic forms.
In the center of the tablet, a faint light spectrum slowly emerged, surrounded by an aura of symbols that constantly rotated and shifted as if alive,They carried inaudible tones that echoed as faint sounds in Vynteros's ear—not words but rhythmic whispers, touching his awareness like the whisper of wind through trees.
The attendees gathered in a circle and began drawing talismans from a dark blue light on the ground, their lines twisting and splitting like snakes, intertwining into overlapping circles from which transparent energy threads slowly rose to the sky.
Their voices rose chanting an incantation in a magical language, composed of deep tones and letters that could not be easily pronounced—words resembling the echo of distant planets:
"Srah'kyn vel'thorin ael'thar... Nyvros'tek ur'dhal, vhek'laros."
Their fingers rose toward the sky, announcing the opening of an unseen gate, while energy rose from the ground toward Vinterus , enveloping him in a mist of mysterious power, as if he was being reshaped by ancient gods from unknown realms.
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At the moment the contract was signed, a wave of silvery-gray energy currents surged from the tablet, enveloping Venteros from head to toe, It lifted a tremendous weight within his soul, as if the burden of entire universes had settled inside him, drawing every drop of his being to merge with the council's deepest secret.
An echo of the final incantation resounded through the space:
"Vhal'tarx ne'lah kos'ryn... Etar'vash."
Despite the council being a barrier to all energies, during the contract's signing, a "bound" energy emerged from the contract itself, It was not a free or personal energy but a recorded, encrypted spiritual force, This was not Venteros' own energy moving freely — rather, it was a fixed, restricted energy that functioned as a record-bridge between realms.
This energy did not violate the council's law of isolation because it originated from the council itself, It was part of the system that preserves the records of souls and could not be released or used for any other purpose,Thus, its effect appeared only as mist or a halo, with no direct interaction possible. It could not be wielded or moved except under the terms of the contract.
Then, the contract closed with a cosmic silence, declaring the beginning of an unbreakable covenant, and an inescapable truth.
• After the contract was sealed, the mist surrounding Venteros gradually faded, but he did not feel liberated, Instead, a heavy burden weighed down his soul, as if the gravity of all worlds had taken root within him. Venteros stood in the midst of that black void, where the council's silence remained unbroken — yet the rulers continued to hover around him like shadows that could never fully be perceived.
Then, a faint voice rose from between the towering pillars:"Every step you take from now on is recorded, observed, and governed, There is no escape, and no turning back."
The eyes of the gathering watched him cautiously,vBut Venteros, with his glowing silver eyes, replied in a firm tone: "I have accepted the contract… but I am no one's slave."
Those words struck a heavy silence, as if they were a challenge too great to ignore.
Suddenly, Edmon appeared at Venteros' side and said calmly: "Now begins your eternal game... No one will save you from this endless game but your own awareness of its rules.
Once you understand the game, you will stop running."
Venteros glanced sharply at Edmon, then turned away from both him and the rulers, heading toward the council's gate, which had begun to glow and expand further — the process of cosmic soul reincarnation had begun.
One of the rulers whispered: "When the three souls fall into the bend of time, the door with no face shall open… and the memory of the Great Void shall awaken."
Seriousness took over Edmon's features as he looked toward the gate, which had remained closed after Vinterus passed through it...