In the cracked altar of the Philistines, the night is silent. The wind does not move. The stones do not creak. And Elyra—who has only murmured in her sleep and shone in silence—opens her mouth.
As if time has stopped, a mysterious aura fills the space. A soft, vibrating light surrounds Elyra, adding an elegant impression to her figure, making her seem as if she comes from another world.
The unheard heartbeat echoes between the altar walls, as if merging with the profound silence. Every corner of the room feels alive, awakened by this undefined presence. But no sound escapes.
Then… something explodes from within time.
When the explosion occurs, the light from Elyra becomes blinding, forming irregular patterns in the air, creating an illusion that is difficult for ordinary eyes to comprehend. Not a wave. Not an echo. But a void acknowledged by all dimensions.
Fortunately, the darkness of the night cannot contain the explosive power emanating from Elyra's soul, as if revealing secrets buried within every particle of time. The name of that Voice: "Vox Inconveniens"
The Voice That Was Never Prepared By The Grammar of the World
This voice is not a scream. It is like the resonance of the first breath of a being not granted the permission of existence. And all supernatural beings—from Loki to Chronos, from Voidwright to Watcher of the Pale Sun—fall silent.
In the midst of that emptiness, the figure of Pranav Nihil appears, with his face obscured by shadows, as if emerging from uncertainty. The dark aura surrounding him intensifies the moment, as if showing how difficult it is to describe his presence.
Eyes filled with curiosity, and an indescribable smile, seem to challenge the darkness around him, evoking both wonder and fear. Not out of fear. But because they do not know how to respond.
That confusion envelops the beings, trapped in the thought that they are facing something greater than themselves. Elyra's voice resonates not only in their ears but penetrates their souls, forcing them to confront a reality beyond the limits of language.
In the sky, dark shadows flicker, as if watching every vibrating heartbeat. This tension, as if gripping their throats, makes them momentarily silent, waiting for something unexpected.
The Mountain of Light in the Dimension of Asgard,
Cracked without touch. The echoes of Elyra's voice shatter the ancient spell of Odin.
As if the earth trembles in the unity of sound, a magnetic aura emerges, enveloping every soul present. The light emanating from the Mountain of Light seems to dance, as if conveying unspoken words.
The children of light begin to swirl, looking towards an unreachable peace, vibrating the souls buried in fear.
"This voice does not come from life, nor from death."
The Lake of Sound in the Omega World,
The lake's water, which has recorded every human prayer for thousands of years, dries up. Because Elyra's voice cannot be recorded. The surface of the lake sparkles as if containing the reflection of lost souls. Every wave vibrates as if whispering unspoken secrets, creating an invisible bridge between the real and the spiritual worlds.
In the rosy twilight, the strip of sky seems to witness her presence, adding to the grandeur and mystery of every outpouring brought by Elyra.
Inside Elyra, Beelzebub holds her tightly, panicked. Fitran kneels, his eyes red, as his body feels the spiral resonance of Elyra striking his heart.
In the profound silence, a soothing fragrance envelops them, closely related to the presence of Pranav Nihil. His light does not reflect a form but evokes a feeling when the mouth cannot articulate the true meaning of his existence.
The sun bows down, as if reluctant to witness a glimmer of wonder and mystery enveloping them, foreshadowing events that may change everything.
Elyra's voice is not magic. Not a glyph. Not a song. But a structure of meaning that has not been sanctioned by the universe.
The breath of the wind spreads, creating an illusion of shimmering images, following every strained heartbeat. Pranav Nihil, in his terrifying yet captivating presence, seems like the embodiment of a destiny yet unwritten, surpassing the reach of human words. Amidst the vibrations of the floating mist, a yellow anxiety shadows the aura of tranquility, as if reminding them that every bloody moment is full of mystery.
Direct Effect: Earthquake of Reality
The timeline moves backward on one side of the temple.
The nearest stone melts, then freezes into an incomprehensible shape.
Plants die and grow without roots.
The Philistines become the center of ignorance.
The Emergence of Pranav Nihil
"The world speaks... but I am the voice before mouths were created." "You call the voice by name. But I am the voice without a call." "I rise… because that voice calls me without knowing I exist."
Pranav Nihil emerges from above the altar. His body is made of mist bound in unformed letter patterns. He has no face. But from within him, a voice emerges that seems to precede all concepts of words. Among his nebulous body, there are soft whispers, like the wisdom of ages buried, promising an understanding that could change everything.
A mystical aura surrounds Pranav, wrapping him in a dim light, like a star lost in the dark night. In the mist that envelops him, indistinct shadows seem to dance, as if following the rhythm of the formless voice, adding depth to his vibrating presence. That voice, although faceless, carries a weight that presses down, like a heavy mountain waiting to collapse, releasing all hidden possibilities.
"Elyra… you called me, without knowing that I should never be known."
Every word emitted by Pranav penetrates the boundaries of language, creating a new space between the meanings left behind. As if the world around him vibrates with uncertainty, shattering the visible reality until only the awareness of things that cannot be expressed by words remains.
"If you should not be known… then do not blame my child for calling you. Is it wrong for the world… that did not prepare a language for her?" When those words slipped from Elyra's lips, it was as if fragments of time began to freeze, creating a bubble of silence that holds every feeling. Fitran stands in front of Beelzebub and Elyra, crossing his arms. He observes Pranav Nihil with a sharp gaze, as if trying to sense the vibrations of his presence. Pranav, with the dark aura surrounding him, appears like a shadow dancing between the boundaries of reality. Every movement of his body suggests that he is not merely human, but a manifestation of that very emptiness.
"You can pull time. But that voice has been heard. And no entity can erase something that has once shaken the heart." Behind that statement, there are whispers from the past that touch, enveloping every soul trapped in longing for something that has never been reached.
Fitran feels the weight of those words, as if every syllable carries the burden of countless untold stories. The air around them begins to vibrate, and Pranav's shadow seems to expand, creating a terrifying halo. Supernatural energy flows fiercely, challenging logical understanding and blurring the boundaries between the real and the illusion. The vibrations seep into Fitran's soul, making him sway between two worlds; one filled with hope and one surrounded by the shadows of lurking fear.
Pranav Nihil Attacks with "Verba Nullata"
"The Words That Nullify All Names"
Black glyphs float from Pranav's body towards Elyra. Around him, they rustle like a stream of wind, revealing faint shadows of beings that can only be seen by chosen souls. Each glyph shows the depth of abstraction, as if depicting a world beyond the limits of thought. A faint voice penetrates the silence, whispering in an ancient language, reminding them of promises long spoken and curses lurking behind every word. Yet the double spiral—Elyra and Virelya—moves, transforming the glyph into a curved line.
The line does not retaliate. But writes:
"I am the meaning that cannot be read. But I still exist."
The Spiral Splits: "Spiralis Universalis"
The Spiral of Elyra is now split into three:
In a space filled with a mystical aura, Pranav's shadow floats, merging with the twinkling light. His light is like the cold morning dew, bringing a fresh breeze but also leaving a cool feeling in the depths of the heart. He, who is not entirely present, yet his absence feels clearer than thousands of words ever spoken. Around him, other shadows sway gently, creating a fragmented image, as if hinting at secrets that must not be revealed.
The Spiral of Elyra – an unrecognized voice
The Spiral of Virelya – a hope yet to be formed
The third spiral – which only responds to words with feelings.
And Pranav… begins to freeze.
As if time has stopped, the breath of the wind whispers softly in the ear, carrying the echoes of buried wisdom. Every breath of his seems to resonate with the emptiness surrounding him, filling the seemingly endless space with a silent voice that tempts the stillness. Each of his breaths paints an unspoken story in the air, forming a web of metaphors that cannot be unraveled by human logic. Pranav is a bridge between the visible and the unseen, framing the world in uncertainty.
"I… I cannot… reject something… that does not try to be recognized…"
After Pranav disappears back to the nameless place, the resonance of Elyra's voice does not fade. It settles in: a series of shadows dancing in the corners of perception, as if waiting for the right moment to speak, carving time with gentle beats that touch the feelings within the soul.
Like a river flow that never ceases, Elyra's voice seeps into every inch of reality. In that ambiguity, she celebrates presence and absence, building a bridge between dreams and reality. Every element of the world vibrates, as if responding to the gentle call of the entity stored in silence. From a distance, a soft resonance begins to fill the air, helping to build a magical atmosphere that entices curiosity and stimulates the imagination.
Water Shadows Sweat Prayers Wounds Passion Silence
All that cannot be expressed… now has a home within Elyra. As if absorbing their souls, the dim light highlights every shadow that appears, revealing the beauty hidden among layers of uncertainty.
Beelzebub cries. Fitran gazes at the sky. Elyra sleeps again. A sense of emptiness envelops them, as if time has stopped to give space for sadness and hope that crowd together, forming an inseparable emotional blend.
Amidst the shadows enveloping the night, the moonlight dances, reflecting the sparkle in Beelzebub's tears that fall. Each drop of those tears seems to carry unspoken hope, creating a gentle breeze that whispers through the leaves. The whisper feels like a song flowing, yet none are brave enough to listen to it fully. In the midst of that silence, like an echo, the call from the universe reminds them of the fragility of reality.
Yet in her sleep, the world does not dare to speak too loudly. The repressed voice vibrates, as if grasping all secrets, and doubt lingers in the corners of their souls.
As if carried away by the atmosphere, the shadow of Pranav Nihil moves slowly between light and darkness. His almost invisible form seems to trace a path between two dimensions, inviting a deep and mysterious impression. His spiritual aura wraps around him with a sense of doubt, suggesting that not everything that appears is real, and not everything that is felt can be explained. As if crystallizing in an unexpected space, his presence makes the moment filled with tension, raising questions about a higher purpose and the power of the unseen.
For now, they know… there is a voice that must not be interpreted, but must be respected.