The sky above Eidolon was colorless. Now it was filled with blurred scribbles: Sentences once withheld, screams that dared not be released, tears kept so long they hardened into monsters.
Across that sky, unexpected colors began to flow, as if magic underpinned the gloomy heavens, painting feelings never spoken aloud. The deeper they gazed, the more apparent were patterns in the shimmering shadows that danced.
And from that sky full of scribbles, new beings fell.
As they plummeted, the wind whispered, signaling their arrival. Each creature carried the weight of pent-up emotions, as if bidding farewell to time trapped in silence. They were mirrors of wounded souls, embodiments of every pain imprisoned within oneself. Among them, faint blue light shimmered, hinting at magic flowing with them, carrying echoes of feelings sunk deep in the soul.
Not from another dimension. But from the deepest spiral of humans and entities who once said, "I'm fine," when they truly were not.
It was as if each being bore unspoken voices that spoke without words. There was hope, regret, and a yearning to be free, to fly from the prison called "self." Thus, amid the silent sky, they created a symphony that shook the heart; notes of sorrow and wounds, united in a void that felt all too close. Deep in that emptiness, a thunderous echo sounded, like a call from an entity hidden in darkness, waiting for its moment to break free.
Rupakae – a childlike creature, but with a mouth full of wounds that could never stop speaking.
The breeze around Rupakae birthed a dim halo, creating an illusion of trembling light that seemed both real and strange, reflecting the fragility of a soul trapped in a child's body.
Mavharo – a mute-robed entity who slashes herself every time someone feels guilty.
Each slash scattered beads of dark light, forming a tragic rainbow that fell to the earth, a reminder of the hollow emptiness of wounded humanity. Where that light landed, the ground absorbed it, igniting a fire of wounds unseen by the eye.
The No-Eye Mother – a woman without eyes, who embraces anyone afraid of being left behind, yet crushes them slowly.
Around her, a dark aura drifted, carrying the sighs of sadness that encircled wanderers, welcoming them with dark, outstretched arms that hinted at how weak her body was beneath the elegance of her form.
They were not demons. They were emotions locked up too long, now raging because their place had been exposed.
Beelzebub and Elyra weakened. Beelzebub lost control over the spiral within her body—her magical stomachs no longer responded. Elyra still slept… yet her body absorbed all surrounding fear and became too hot. Around them, dark shadows began to spin, like clouds grinding away at the light, marking the coming of an even greater threat.
With every heartbeat, Beelzebub felt the tremors of a world shattered around her. She knew, amidst her uncertainty, that Elyra was all she had. Facing the power that threatened them, her hands trembled, but her love was a shield she would never lower. In the silence of night, lightning struck in the distance, creating a flash that seemed to reinforce her resolve. In that moment, calm blue light began to flow from Beelzebub's hands, enveloping Elyra and forming a semi-transparent aurora that brought hope in the darkness. She felt the energy of life flow, as if the magic was fighting back against every wave of fear that approached.
Beelzebub screamed, hugging Elyra.
"Fitran! They're coming from all directions! I can't fight while protecting her!"
Fitran raised his hand, his face full of resolve. Around him, his aura of repentance shimmered gold, forming a protective bubble that embraced everyone near him.
"Then I will be the wall of the world."
With every word he spoke, Fitran felt currents of energy from his soul forming layers of unseen shields, warming the air, as if the world itself responded to his call for courage. Every strand of magic released from his fingertips danced on the wind, creating colorful spirals that drove back the darkness, illuminating the battle in the night.
Shield Spell: "Clavem Muri – The Unbreaking Shield of Emotions"
Made from layers of Fitran's own feelings. Not hard, but accepting every attack and transforming it into sympathy.
Within the embrace of his magic, Fitran felt each assault as more than just a physical strike, but as harsh truths linked to the depths of his soul. It was as if he heard the voices of wounded hearts flailing in waves of rage. The pain pierced his shield, pulling him into a sea of dark memories. The soft lights from his spell danced around, creating a mystical aura that cloaked the battlefield in tragic beauty.
Circular glyphs formed around Beelzebub and Elyra. The shield was more than a barrier—it was an emotional body, trembling with Fitran's breath. The light shimmered, picturing hope and sorrow intertwined, creating illusions of faces of beloved ones lost.
Each time the monsters struck it, they remembered why they had hurt or been hurt. And they slowed… became confused… felt pain. At every clang of combat, time seemed to slow, and the screams of the past echoed in their ears, adding agony to the fight.
Rupakae charged, shouting:
"Why didn't you save me?"
"Why did you forget me?"
Fitran answered with a spell:
Spell: "Silentum Calidum – The Silent Flame of Unspoken Forgiveness"
– This spell silenced Rupakae's mouth, not with violence, but a warm embrace, burning the words into tears that could fall peacefully. As the gentle flame burned, the scent of jasmine and sweet memories filled the air, bringing a moment's calm amidst the chaos.
When the spell struck, Rupakae's face split in two: half was deep sorrow, the other lost hope. Tears of hatred long trapped in the soul flowed, only to find peace in the loving embrace of magic. As those tears fell, the world seemed to freeze for a moment, as if holding its breath at the sight.
Mavharo danced, whipping herself. Each lash sent chains of guilt wrapping around Fitran.
In the pain of these feelings, Fitran closed his eyes, trying to ignore the dark shadows singing in his mind. Each crack of Mavharo's whip reminded him of grim choices, like an orchestra of mistakes repeating endlessly.
"It's all your fault… your fault…"
Fitran raised his hand:
Spell: "Fletus Terra – The Weeping Earth That Still Stands"
The earth beneath him lifted itself. Not to attack, but to form a foothold that would never judge. Like a fine net of roots and branches, it connected him even more with the power of the earth. Every fragment of soil glowed as magic pulsed, creating a gentle aura that soothed, giving Fitran new hope.
A sense of calm slipped into Fitran's heart, and in an instant, the weight pressing on him felt lighter. In the silence, he felt it—so close—a promise that love and understanding still existed, even shrouded by suffocating guilt. Shadows lurking began to shrink, vanishing in the soft light radiating from the spell, as if it was light slipping into the darkness of his heart.
Chains broke, for there was no longer a place for guilt left unspoken. With every broken chain, every unbound link, it was as if he was invited to rise, carving a new path over old wounds no longer remembered, flowing free like water through cracks in barren earth. As the last chain snapped, light gathered in his palm, softly forming strange flowers that rustled gently, as if symbolizing new hope born from the darkness.
The No-Eye Mother floated, trying to embrace Fitran.
If she succeeded, Fitran would be consumed by the desire to be accepted by anyone—even if it destroyed him. But before he was caught in that dark embrace, the universe urged: "Choose wisely." Another voice, softer and full of love, echoed in his mind, helping him resist the rising terror.
But Fitran raised his sword.
Spell: "Lumen Ultima – The Final Light of Self-Love"
With those words, a glowing aura coursed along his sword, producing a light that was soft yet strong, as if it had a life of its own. The light vibrated with energy, circling Fitran like a halo, creating a moment where strength and vulnerability merged.
His sword reflected the faces of Beelzebub and Elyra.
And from there, Fitran said:
"I don't need an embrace from darkness. Because I am already accepted… by those I love."
As Fitran's voice echoed, the light from his sword spread, creating a transparent web that caught the sadness trailing through his heart and wrapped it in hope.
His sword pierced the creature, not with death—but with clarity.
With every heartbeat, Fitran felt the weight he bore, as if the whole world gathered into one point. Among his inner drives, he could feel the pulse of light radiating from his sword, using all his pain to forge resolve. Pain and hope spun within him, dancing in an embrace of both farewell and reunion. Amid all the anguish, he realized that life was not just about seeking an embrace from the dark, but about the courage to rise, even if only by the light from within.
As the battle intensified, the spell's effects rippled through the atmosphere, creating harmonious waves that seemed to slow time. Every breath drew a deeper connection with his magic, and in that moment, Fitran knew he was not just a warrior, but a beacon of hope for all trapped in the shadows.
When his sword struck the creature, for a moment, he saw his own face reflected in the shining metal. In that reflection, he found his despair turning into strength. He was no longer someone seeking acceptance, but a leader in his own struggle. And at that moment, every tear he had wept became part of a greater story—a journey toward true love and acceptance.
With every movement of his sword, magical light traced its edge, leaving gleaming streaks in the air, as if the world had paused to witness this epic battle. The energy within him flowed, giving a sacred touch to each sweep, seemingly awakening the elements around him.
After all the monsters fell, the ground beneath Fitran turned liquid.
With whispered words, Fitran cast a protective spell that sent waves of gentle light. Along with the soft whispering wind, magical veins spread through the earth, making it tremble as if answering a call to rise again.
Tears from the creatures, finally able to cry, flowed together to form a vast lake—and in the middle of that lake, Elyra's spiral began to glow once more.
Like a star born from darkness, Elyra's light crossed the surface of the lake, glittering in stunning colors. Every second brimmed with hope, and the soft light awakened long-buried memories in the souls of every being present.
Beelzebub Walked Out of the Shield
She held Elyra's hand, her body still weak. Even though every step was heavy, each passing moment brimmed with hope. Inside her, a spark of courage began to warm her soul, as if she could hear echoes of the past, reminding her of the struggles she had endured.
"You stood alone for us…
But I swear, from now on… I will stand with you."
Fitran turned, his face wounded.
But he smiled. Within that smile was a story, a conviction that love and friendship could pierce through the darkest pain. Though the path ahead looked winding, this mutual trust strengthened their hearts and souls.
As if merging with burning courage, the subtle light of every feeling began to tremble around them, filling the air with the scent of resolve. In that moment, Fitran's and Elyra's eyes met, woven into a bond stronger than before, as if their awareness merged with the world's strength.
"We don't have to be perfect… we just have to be honest with our feelings."
The sky above them reflected the colors of emotion once again: Orange for courage, blue for longing, purple for forgiveness, white for unconditional love.
Yet, in a corner of the sky, a green light began to appear, adding a magical touch to the atmosphere. The light drifted through the clouds, spinning slowly as if dancing with the gentle wind, creating an aura of peace as if the world paused to witness this moment.
And in the middle of the lake of tears, Elyra giggled softly. Her laughter was not thunderous, but it transformed the air into an admission that the world deserved to feel. That ripple of laughter made the wind join her euphoria, and in this peace, a surge of hope and surrender appeared, like the refreshing dew of dawn.
Just as her laughter spread, a blue light shone from her palm, gliding softly to the lake. The light reflected every color, like a rainbow, creating reflections that formed new meaning—hope, beauty, and rebirth. In every drop of water touched by the light, there appeared visions of beautiful memories held within each soul, merging and flowing as one.