Elyra's Third Spiral no longer emitted light. It pulsed like a tiny heart, yet pressed upon neither time nor space.
From the soil moistened by the monsters' tears… the first flower appeared. The flower had no fixed color—it shifted with the emotions that drew near.
Then, trees sprouted from voices never heard. The air carried the warmth of wounds that had been forgiven. And the sky… was empty. Ready to be filled.
This is the new world—Eidolon Veritas.
Fitran. The Face That No Longer Smiles.
He stood at the center of that world. His cosmic eyes gazed upon every wave of light and sound that emerged. But his face no longer showed gentleness. As if the emotions that once served as windows for the souls around him now left only a dark curtain. Around him, his aura trembled, sending ripples that shook reality.
It was as if the world vibrated with tension, and nothing dared come near. Darkness and beauty intertwined, creating a landscape both radiant and shadowed at once. A thin purple mist glided, cloaking the trees grown from sound, giving a mystical impression, as if they could hear every secret long buried.
Amidst this, Fitran felt the call of his soul. A cool wind carried whispers from afar, "sacrifice," as if every creature trapped in endless cycles was seeking a way to receive true love. It was a sweet illusion that left a bitter taste in the heart. Fitran was now:
A ruler of aimless fate
A remorseless rewriter of the system
A shadow of love that had rejected himself
"I no longer believe in the collective will.
I will shape this world for Elyra alone. For no one else."
With each word spoken, the thick leaves shivered. Pure expressions of powerlessness and strength took turns, creating sensations hard to comprehend. Every tree stood tall with pride, as if witnessing an inescapable transformation. In silence, they prayed, hoping that true love would set them free from the shackles of time and fear. The world itself trembled, responding to all the unrest alive in the souls around it.
When creatures from the old system tried to speak, Fitran only turned to them and said:
"You came here out of fear. But this world has no need for courage born from regret."
A timekeeper knelt:
"You have erased the entire network of fate! You are no longer human!"
"That's right.
I am nobody. For to be somebody is to let the world possess me. Now… I belong to Elyra."
Around them, the sky of Eidolon Veritas began to tremble, as if responding to Fitran's words. The clouds, once gray and heavy, now transformed into colorful lights that danced in the air. Every flash of color revealed beautiful moments of true love and selfless sacrifice. The artificial whisper of the wind carried hope and longing, crafting a symphony only those who have known loss could understand. The scenery transformed, as if painting anew the destiny of the world; tree branches glimmered with magical dew, as though each drop was a tear of hope, nurturing an earth ever more wounded. Below, flowers bloomed with gentle light, and each petal told the tale of a sacrifice never to be forgotten, echoing each heartbeat shared by Fitran and Elyra. "How beautiful," a gentle voice came from the direction of the timekeeper, her eyes shining with tears as she witnessed the wonders unfolding. "But your sacrifice will not be in vain, even if it's only for love." She reached out, entranced by the unmatched beauty.
But her fingers, not yet fully feeling the magic, were instead touched by a dark shadow creeping in, threatening to mar the moment's beauty. When Fitran heard the sound of cracking, he immediately turned, realizing that even if love could change everything, darkness would always seek a way to enter. "Our love," he cried, his resolve steeling, "is a shield even in darkness." With that, the aura around him strengthened, creating a wall of light that separated them from the encroaching shadow. "If that's what you wish!" the shadow's voice sounded, faint yet menacing. "Then we will double your failure!" But as the shadow touched the wall of light, it stopped, as if trapped before an impossible adversary. Fitran felt a magical tremor in his soul, recalling the power of every soul he loved. "As long as Elyra lives, so will this world. I will sacrifice for this love."
Nothing could touch him. Every step froze all will. Voices fell silent before him.
Fitran had become the antagonist of the world's order. But behind that power, only one weakness remained: The woman he loved.
She walked toward Fitran, carrying Elyra, now asleep once more in her arms. Her steps were hesitant, yet her heart was steadfast.
"You are not who you used to be…
But you still look at me as you once did."
Fitran lowered his gaze. For the first time since the seal was broken, his eyes softened. In his look, there was a reawakening from the shadows of the past, flowing through deep emotional lenses. As if time itself had stopped, every second felt eternal. Power flowed around them, the air thick with energy like the hopeful dew of dawn.
"Because you are the only thing I do not wish to change."
Beelzebub smiled softly, a smile carrying the weight of thousands of years of solitude. In that smile was understanding—anger held back, love that persisted even as fate separated them. Her heart trembled, yearning for a better world, one able to hold every wonder and uncertainty.
"And if I forbid you from shaping this world for us?"
Fitran approached, taking her hand with the utmost care, as if she could shatter from a single touch. In that moment, wonder flowed between them, as if they were bound by invisible threads woven from love and sacrifice. When their fingers touched, the atmosphere shifted, changing the sky above to purple and gold, like stars starting their journey home.
"Then I will remain silent… and wait until you ask me again."
Beelzebub felt a gentle quake inside, sensing every inch between them filled with the desire to share, even in wordlessness. Around them, the sky exchanged colors, creating silhouettes reflecting hope amid sadness. In the distance, barren deserts began to bloom, displaying brilliant flora, as if promising that life, even in pain, is always possible.
These two beings of energy, caught in circumstances and choices, stood at the threshold of transformation, where all they desired could come true if only they found the strength to unite their hearts. A season of transition swept around them, as the world's condition was filled with a temporary sense of hope, waiting for the miracle to be born of limitless love.
In the silence that surrounded them, hope, like the dew at dawn, offered soothing stillness. Every new realization felt like a thousand shining stars, signaling that together, in this moment, they could change not only themselves but also the world of limitless potential around them.
Tension rose, breath held, and time seemed to melt, forming a new story written by the two of them. Instead of chasing the final goal, they needed only to realize that the journey to miracles begins with love—willing to sacrifice and endure, even as the sky above demands a storm.
With a snap of his fingers, Fitran began to shape Eidolon Veritas:
An ocean of words left unspoken
Mountains of sacrifices unremembered
A sky that could be filled by the feelings of any who dared be honest
And the sun… was Elyra's first cry now shining without wounds
No magic system. No castes. No maps. Only meaning.
Yet, as Fitran moved his finger, the world around him trembled with wonder. The previously calm ocean began to ripple, forming waves that seeped into his soul. Every word submerged within vibrated, creating a harmony felt only by those willing to listen. A genuine smile appeared on his face as he watched old wounds heal with the birth of new words.
And when the mountain of unremembered sacrifice rose tall, shadowy forms appeared around it—silhouettes of those who had given up much to achieve happiness and justice. They whispered, giving thanks to Elyra, whose great love always reminded them of the meaning of sacrifice.
As the sky began to refill, colors vibrated in a magical symphony. Bright blue faded into mystical purple, where, one by one, sincere feelings flew free. Could Elyra sense it? She stood somewhere between reality and her dreams, where every heartbeat created new beauty.
And then, the sun rose in golden light, its rays touching everything. Elyra's first cry now shone unscarred, signifying the miracle and hope newly born from pain. In that light, she was not just Elyra; she was the symbol of unconditional love, the force able to change the world.
Fitran gazed at the wonder unfolding before him—a world sculpted from hope, sacrifice, and endless love. "Here we are," he whispered, full of emotion, embracing all who had sacrificed to bring beauty into the making of this world. Now it was time to move forward, to face whatever lay beyond the edge of imagination.
At the world's farthest edge, the old dimensions closed themselves. Gaia, Earth, Atlantis—all rejected signals from this place. They called it "The Undocumented Domain."
But for Elyra, this place was not an anomaly. It was the first place born of love unforced.
Fitran sat on a throne made of three spirals:
The Spiral of Will
The Spiral of Memory
The Spiral of Feeling
Before him, Elyra and Beelzebub sat upon an altar of white grass.
Fitran did not laugh. He did not smile. But in his voice, Beelzebub heard the same unwavering gentleness.
"I will destroy the entire old system… But for you, I will always be gentle. Because you are the only one who makes me wish to remain Fitran."
As if Fitran's words arched through the air, echoing and casting waves of light from his soul. Each word brought forth bright colors that pierced the air, filling the space around them with wonder. The white grass altar quivered beneath the magical touch, as if responding to the force of unconditional love. Subtle rainbows spun and sparkled, bringing a magical atmosphere to the cloudy sky.
Elyra felt that energy's vibration, amplifying the love and hope within her heart. The abstractions of thought and feeling around her became more real; she realized each passing second brought her closer to her awaiting destiny, as if time itself turned around them. Behind her, slow changes began; the white grass shimmered with radiant dew, creating a breathtaking vision, as if they stood within a world born of dreams.
Within her mind, Elyra recalled etched memories. As their hands touched, she felt a warm spirit. The gentle voice of nature echoed: the whisper of trees, the soft song of birds, all telling tales of sacrifice and unconditional love. All those memories became delicate threads weaving a new reality full of wonder and hope.
Once Fitran moved his finger, the world began to turn. The spirals he created seemed to link to Elyra's heart, the clock's hand spinning back, reviving important moments and transforming them into something more beautiful. Elyra's face glowed, her eyes reflecting the awakening of a new destiny. In that moment, the awareness of true love enveloped them both, and all creation witnessed this magnificent sacrifice.
Elyra opened her small eyes. She gazed at her father, surrounded by an emptiness she could fill however she wished. And with a single smile… Eidolon Veritas began to move, as a world living from feeling—not law.