The sky, just healed from the tear in dimensions, now trembles once more. A sound reminiscent of a lament of a thousand forgotten whales echoes from the horizon, heralding that something extraordinary is unfolding.
"Rinoa, be careful," Fitran urged, his voice firm yet laced with concern, having recovered from the torment of his wounds. With tension in the air, Rinoa fixed her gaze upon the towering figure before her, her heart racing, shattering the silence that plunged her into an unimaginable reality.
There, Leviathan, a titanic entity beyond human comprehension, raised its incomprehensible form, resembling a colossal statue crafted from an unnamed force of water. With every movement, its dark claws rent the sky, radiating an aura of terror adorned with the shells of galaxies. Its scales glimmered in a light defying understanding, as if hinting at ancient tomes hidden, concealing countless secrets. Its eyes widened, parting the oceans like two falling stars ignited in eternity. Though its mouth did not roar, it declaimed a sound that flowed like the ancient notes of endless songs, delivering profound messages into the souls of those present.
"Hear me, oceans unborn and gods unburied—
Let all shorelines be erased.
Let all memories drown.
Let all who cling to meaning be consumed."
From the magnificent body of Leviathan, ancient glyphs began to glow, emanating a mystical aura. They shone not in the typical geometric patterns found elsewhere, but rather in the dance of currents and lunar cycles, creating a visual spectacle akin to a dark orchestra, a mysterious melody resonating through time. This heralded the presence of an unstoppable and enigmatic force, one entity that transcends human understanding.
ULTIMATE MAGIC: Tsunami – [Mare Oblivion]
It is not merely water.
It is not merely waves.
Rather, it is existential liquid—the primordial substance from a world that existed before anything was formed—surging skyward like an unseen army, creating walls towering as high as mountains, billowing like thick fog that envelops the surroundings, crafting the illusion that the laws of gravity are but a distant memory, now ruthlessly swept away.
"That is not a tsunami... it is the true form of insignificance," whispered Fitran, his knees collapsing to the ground, as if weighed down by an unrelenting burden rendering him powerless.
"Fitran," Rinoa said, her voice trembling, reflecting the courage that was beginning to wane, visible in her frail and weakened movements.
"I will use my magic," Rinoa continued, her voice quivering yet filled with conviction, even as shadows of doubt lurked behind her glimmering eyes, challenging the darkness that surrounded her.
"Wait," Fitran urged, his voice soft yet firm, "You won't be able to do it now." His tone carried a note of concern, as if aware of an unavoidable weight.
The tsunami wave drew ever closer, rolling with a horrific power, like an ancient monster rising from the ocean. The sky, in the throes of despair, tore itself apart, creating black gaps among the thick dark clouds as if to illustrate nature's fury.
Yet amid the darkness, two figures stood resolute together,
holding an unnamed symbol, crafting a beacon of hope manifested in the chilling silence.
Fitran raised his strong right hand, revealing the Voidwright Pen that glowed faintly in the dark, its light seemingly daring to confront the impending threat.
On the other side, Rinoa wove miracles with her hands, as if transforming darkness into light unveiled, creating the Aether Chain that shimmered, a glimmer promising an escape from the clutches of evil.
With unwavering determination, they inscribed a spell not intended for destruction, but to erase the curse from the depths of human history.
"By Witness and Devotion—"
"—We sever this tragic pattern."
The sky wailed like a siren signaling danger,
while Leviathan roared, shaking the souls standing beneath the heavens, reverberating through the world as if resonating with the panic that enveloped them.
And then the tsunami… paused momentarily.
From the lips of the world to the infinite horizon, Tsunami begins to roll back with terrifying force. Whatever it touches is not only destroyed but also forgotten. The once-mighty trees, towering high as symbols of life, suddenly transform into soft foam, as if erased by profound sorrow. Ancient stones, which hold thousands of stories, dissolve into gentle ripples that vanish, as if they had never existed. Light, meant to provide meaning and hope, drowns in deep oblivion, seemingly ripped away from its existence, leaving the world as merely a shadow of what once was.
Even the name of the magic that was once a beacon of hope begins to fade from the minds of those who witness it, buried in the darkness that engulfs, erasing every trace of its existence.
Counter-Magic: Fitran – Null Codex: Axis Break
But just when destruction reaches its peak, Fitran stands firm, like an unyielding mountain, facing the devastating waves with unwavering courage. "I must protect her," he declares, his voice echoing like a thunderous cry, his stance strong before Rinoa, serving as a powerful shield amidst the chaos of the raging storm.
With one hand born from Rinoa's sacrifice and a keen eye meticulously examining the structure of this world, Fitran grasped the space around him. He inscribed in the air the unutterable word—a gleaming symbol representing the first script, the essence of every existence, before all forms of life and reality were shaped, transforming silence into a melody of newly born hope.
"You can dissolve the world, Leviathan.
But I... am the observer before the world knows how to find meaning."
From the eternal darkness, Leviathan, a colossal entity that resonates with souls, extended its body, glowing like a lighthouse with a silver metallic sheen. Its skin, textured like a cracked sky, trembled with the flow of ancient energy older than time itself. It cleaved through the tranquil sea, creating shards of chaos that defied the laws of serenity, each movement radiating a chilling aura signaling that all mechanisms of the universe must honor its cosmic truth. Its sharp teeth, towering like great mountains, jutted from its frothing maw like perilous waves, a reminder of the primordial upheaval from the endless void. The span of its wings, which is beyond expression, spread wider than the horizon of any sight, reflecting a palette of colors unseen by humanity and creating infinite forms in every beat of its motion. Each time it moved, a terrifying thunderclap shattered the oppressive silence, reminding all beings of the grandeur and terror of its existence.
It unleashed a magic that struck fear even into the hearts of the ancient Voidwrights, a power that was utterly terrifying. "Axis Break."
The world was split with a resounding roar, echoing like a song of doom; a tsunami that was meant to engulf everything in its path suddenly froze mid-journey, and then shattered like glass upon impact. The resulting fractures scratched the sky with luminous lines, creating a tear that divided reality into two opposing and colliding dimensions.
Leviathan roared, but not with a sound heard by the ear; rather, it was with absolute silence—a profound agony that crept forth from the creature as its body began to unravel, not by the power of the visible, but by the meaning rejected by the universe. This denial birthed an endless ache, a silence that filled the space around it.
In the void left behind, Fitran stood tall. Not entirely victorious, yet still present; his existence was enough to deliver a slap to the face of the fearsome nihilism, as if offering a glimmer of hope in the dense darkness.
What emerged after the tsunami shattered was no ordinary creature.
Nor was it a god.
It was not a giant.
Instead, it was something that had never existed, lurking behind every form that had ever been; an entity that transcended the limits of human imagination and existence. It was a manifestation of profound emptiness, revealing itself as a void in reality that gradually wove a new structure: fins made of other dimensions, eyes glowing with the authority of the collective human consciousness, and jaws emerging from the threshold of separation between life and death—creating a terrifying yet captivating image that stirred a deep curiosity.
"This... is not Leviathan," whispered Fitran, his voice barely audible, floating through the chilling silence like a thick fog enveloping the night.
"This is what it was... before the sea was born."
The sky above shattered not with sound, but with a denial of time itself; like the universe screaming in a suffocating silence, breaking the stillness with a profound helplessness. They were no longer in a recognizable world, but instead existed in Nihil Lux—a space between possibilities and oblivion, a limbo where all notions of 'creatures' dwelled in darkness, waiting for the right moment to be named and given meaning. Fitran scanned his surroundings anxiously, the absence of Rinoa palpable, intensifying the emptiness that clung to his heart.
The Leviathan that emerged before him was a deep reflection of the buried fears of the soul: a dark, quaking formation resembling the turbulent waves of the ocean, violently colliding in a terrifying vision. Each movement of the creature left trails of burning starlight, as if the universe were groaning in eternal sorrow. The body of Leviathan coiled like an endless thick fog, creating layered illusions that could bewilder the mind and confuse the senses. Its shimmering scales reflected light from the sky in a stunning manner, yet left behind the sole color of deep darkness that symbolized helplessness and pain, trapped in the human ego.
Born from the edge of void, Leviathan possesses the ability to shapeshift, breaking the chains that bind it. Each metamorphosis resonates with a cosmic hum that reverberates through its heart, while every movement is a perfect fusion of tranquility and destruction, creating a distorted wave of time that seems to erase the traces of reality. This wave pulls everything into an infinite embrace—existence, emotions, even the core of the soul—evoking an inescapable sense of laughter intertwined with sorrow.
This creature growls in the form of a shadow, an entity that is more than just a being, yet not fully a deity, seemingly wrestling on the brink of primordial awakening. Strength and fragility combine seamlessly in each heartbeat of peace surrounding it, creating a profound void—compelling Fitran to delve into memories from before names existed, into the darkness filled with mystery where all things originate.
The mystery of Leviathan signifies the awakening of the purest essence, the cosmic horror. In the profound silence, that quiet speaks—a sign that the worst or the best may just be beginning.
Its form is not singular; it is a manifestation of countless uncertainties. It resembles a shadow carved from the remnants of millions of shattered stars, flickering with a mysterious light that dances amidst darkness, while time folds in bewildering ways, giving an odd impression of consciousness veering away from reality.
Each time it is perceived, it changes, like darkness devouring light, gently shaping and destroying with every breath filled with anxiety, as if intimidating the human consciousness that is always fragile and unstable enough to grasp its true essence.
However, one thing is certain:
It seeks to consume 'possibility', not just reality.
Like a web of the universe spun from fragments of dreams, it patiently waits, embracing all hopes and fears. With a pounding heart, it dives into the depths of a dark vortex, ready to engulf all that is unexpected, as if light and shadow are engaged in an eternal dance.
Magic feels futile, tossed about in a haunting uncertainty.
In this place, there are no 'laws',
There are no glyphs. There are no spells. There are no magical attributes.
Even the rumbling sounds, like the clashing of weather that tears at the darkened sky, layer a growing sense of emptiness, pushing souls to the brink of helplessness, trapped in an unavoidable fear, as if time itself had frozen, condensing all possibilities into a singular peak of darkness.
✴ Fitran: Voidwright Ascension – The Witness Crown
But Fitran smiled, his face adorned with a profound serenity, like calm waters in the midst of a storm. He was unafraid.
With a blazing courage igniting in his eyes, he unleashed his limit break. From his body radiated not ordinary light, but rather a majestic and complex structure, intertwining and crossing in a stunning harmony, creating a dominant wave that shook space and stirred the flow of time, a torrential assault that countered every sense of helplessness that enveloped him.
"If you want to erase everything, then I will witness all that ever was—and that will be enough to thwart you."
Fitran did not take the initiative to attack. He stood firm with unwavering confidence, facing any approaching threats, and then redefined himself:
Not as a sorcerer trapped in a web of binding magical rules, constrained by rigid and cold laws. Not as a human imprisoned by narrow worldly limitations, confined within a viewpoint that stifles imagination. But as a bearer of testimony, an entity capable of seeing and recording every moment with razor-sharp clarity, like a camera lens capturing light and immortalizing it in eternal form.
With this attitude, he began to write not using magic, but through absolute notes: fragments of existence that elude the senses, recorded not in the language of the world, but in a truth that cannot be tasted, as if every word emerging from his mind were light piercing through darkness, weaving tales unseen by ordinary human eyes.
"You are not the sea that can be surged upon. You are not a curse that can be avoided. You are the consequence of the delay in creation. But I am the hand that records all the possibilities that have ever been discarded."
Leviathan Primeval roared with an echoing voice, its resonance drowning everything that existed in an unimaginable ocean, tearing reality down to its roots. Its primal roar shook the very foundations of the cosmos, revealing the figure of a magnificent creature that curved and resonated, its scales shimmering black, sparkling like the stars scattered across the boundless night sky.
With every movement, Leviathan released the scent of a burning sky, creating a sensation as if time slowed around it; altering the flow of everything into a standstill, enveloping everything in a shroud of total darkness.
Dancing between the awakening and the darkness of the universe, its elongated body moved with a fearsome grace, as if every fragment of space and time trembled and turned away from it, resembling a giant shadow from myths only whispered in fearful tales by lost sailors. Yet, its roar, though shaking the soul, went unheard, for Fitran wrote the end of that sound before it ever came to existence.
In a profound explosion of silence, Nāg-Thrūm —the form before form, the ocean before water— shattered in an astonishing stillness, reducing everything around it to fragments of unfulfilled ideas, wandering between shadow and reality. In the midst of the emptiness that remained, where time seemed to stand still,
Fitran stood, filled with focus and determination.
One hand gripped a pen that shimmered with the power of singularity, as if absorbing all light around it,
while a heart heavy with longing called out the name:
"Rinoa."
And from the vast darkness, filled with mystery and silence,
a soft voice responded, imbued with warmth and hope.
"I am here."