With "Aetherial Rebirth" still operational, providing protection for Fitran against the destructive force of "Abyssal Judgment: The Final Requiem", he felt a powerful urge to delve deeper—deeper than mere magic, further than anything known or the Voidwright Essence. The power he sought was not only defined by forms or concepts that exist in this world; it was something far more ancient, mysterious, and profound than the imagination could conceive.
"Is all of this worth fighting for?" he pondered, as he navigated the boundary between terrifying power and intimidating void. "With every drop of energy I take, am I not also taking a part of myself?" In that moment, suspended in emptiness, Fitran realized there was a part of him that had long been dormant—a core older than all knowledge, stronger than any power ever known or imagined. It was the "Essence of the Primordial Void", the source of all that exists and does not exist, a force that transcends the dimensions of the universe bound by space and time.
In that moment, the universe seemed to come to a standstill, ensnared in a profound silence. All sounds faded away, and every movement felt suspended in the emptiness that enveloped the space. Amid this void, Fitran stood tall, even though his weary, nearly broken body appeared to merge with the cosmic energy swirling around him. "What is the value of this power if I must sacrifice my identity?" he pondered, feeling the heavy burden pressing down on his shoulders.
"Why am I receiving this Voidwright power again?" Fitran's mind was shrouded in confusion and uncertainty, like a thick fog. "Didn't that power vanish when I used the Memory of Heaven?" His inner voice was ensnared in doubt, creating a disorienting echo that reverberated within his soul.
No longer was he merely a Voidwright, nor just an ordinary magic user—he had now become the very manifestation of emptiness itself.
With eyes that shimmered like deep blue light, darker than the night itself, Fitran intoned the ancient spell, words that resonated like soft whispers in the endless void. "Siphon of the Primal Nexus"—a magic that not only manipulated energy or the universe but also recreated the essence of everything that existed. This was a primordial power, unexpressed and capable of responding to even total destruction with a reformation in forms hard to imagine. "Is this what I desire?" he screamed in his heart, "To reclaim something that was never truly mine?" He felt the pull of a power that vibrated through his soul; however, deep within him, the fear of what he was capable of began to crawl slowly, adding weight to his restless mind.
Around Fitran, the world began to unravel, as if the physical realm he knew was on the brink of destruction. The room where they were battling trembled violently, the time that should have been stable felt like chains constricting them, even reality itself appeared to shimmer and sway. The entire universe—a web of interconnected existence—responded to the vibrating force emanating from Fitran. The physical forms around him started to dissolve like morning dew scorched by the sun, blurring the lines between the real world and a higher dimension. "What does it mean if I lose myself in the process?" he pondered, doubt creeping in like shadows within his mind. "Can I control this darkness, or will I instead plunge into it?" This monologue flowed like an unbroken current of a river, stirring the deep-seated anxiety within him.
Malakothies, who had grasped the power of darkness, sensed an overwhelmingly terrifying presence. What appeared before his eyes was not merely an ordinary magical attack but a manifestation of primordial power capable of erasing all forms of existence. His body trembled violently as he confronted something far beyond his capacity for control—something greater than himself, beyond mere existence. The darkness he had long held now spiraled into a deeper void, drawn inexorably by Fitran.
The "Siphon of the Primal Nexus" not only unleashed power but also summoned the void to erase all existence. Dark and ancient energy, suffused with emptiness, radiated from Fitran's body, creating a vortex that circled around them, consuming everything and replacing it with a profound absence. The entire world seemed to slip away, dragging space and time into an aimless eternity. Despite Malakothies channeling all his strength, he felt his body and soul crushed by the empty shadows surrounding him. Everything he tried to build—every spell, every power—began to dissolve, powerless before the threatening primordial force that sought to engulf him.
In the depths of his reverie, Fitran whispered to himself, "Is this the right path? To harness this emptiness, to sacrifice myself to defeat Malakothies... Am I truly ready for all of this?" The allure of the Void drew him to the brink of nothingness, as if pulling him into an infinite darkness. Yet, within himself, he was acutely aware of how terrifying that power could be if misused.
Fitran felt the surge of energy rolling within him, "This power could change everything, but at what cost?" he pondered, as the fear of losing himself gnawed at his soul, "Will I become the very monster I am fighting against?"
"When I wield the Void, I must remember; it is not merely a flow of power, but a heavy responsibility. If I fall into the lurking abyss of darkness, then all these sacrifices will be in vain," he reflected, feeling the unbearable weight of the primordial force coursing through him, as if dragging him into a terrifying abyss. The darkness was not just an enemy before him, but the dark shadows that continually haunted every decision he made, tainting his soul with the fear of self-betrayal.
Fitran, though on the brink of losing consciousness and overwhelmed by profound fatigue, summoned every ounce of his being to maintain control over Essence of the Primordial Void. "Is this what I desire?" he murmured anxiously to himself, caught in the tug-of-war between majestic power and the gnawing void. He realized that this force was not merely for the destruction of the cruel Malakothies, but also to recreate everything that had been lost, responding even to emptiness with a renewed act of creation.
Time itself seemed to come to a halt—as if the universe held its breath, and amid the suffocating void, new potential awaited to be born. "Every creation requires sacrifice," he reflected solemnly, grappling to understand the price that must be paid for such tremendous power. Malakothies, engulfed in his total defeat, plunged into a darkness deeper than the darkest imagination he could conceive, a shadow so foreboding it terrified even the stars in the night sky.
Yet, at that moment, only one thing was certain: Fitran—more than just a Voidwright and Astral Theorist—was the master of this infinite realm. Primordial power surged through him, animating every fiber of his being and responding to the void with creation more magnificent than anything that had ever existed. "I am the bridge between what is and what is not," he declared, his voice resonating in the air, imbued with a profound new awareness of the immense responsibility resting upon his shoulders.
In the echoing silence that followed the flow of "Siphon of the Primal Nexus" through the universe, the world around Fitran and Malakothies seemed to freeze, caught in a moment rife with foreboding and tension. "What does it all mean if what I face is my own shadow?" he pondered, confronting the hazy reality between the interwoven threads of creation and destruction. Everything that existed—space, time, and matter—underwent extraordinary transformation, forming an infinite vortex that drew everything toward the core of a greater emptiness.
Malakothies, who had exerted all his strength in "Abyssal Judgment: The Final Requiem", now felt as though his body was shattering in an unavoidable emptiness. All the dark energy he had once controlled—power of darkness transcending the boundaries of this world—was being absorbed into the "Primal Nexus" created by Fitran. His body trembled violently, experiencing a wave of helplessness that he had never felt before, like a series of lightning strikes shaking the pitch-black night sky.
With deep emotion and a fiery spirit, Fitran directed that primordial energy with extraordinary precision. "I will control this darkness, even if it means I must sacrifice myself," he thought, his inner voice echoing within the dim power enveloping him. He felt a deeper, purer, and stronger essence than ever before, like a rushing current he could not resist. Relentlessly, he drew in the "Abyssal Essence"—an ancient power that even Malakothies could not comprehend—into the form of an immensely powerful seal. All the darkness that had been absorbed into the emptiness spun wildly around Malakothies, binding him with a force greater than anything he had ever experienced, like a shadowy serpent coiling around its prey.
Physically, Malakothies' body began to fragment; its dark and mystical form was gradually ensnared by the energy of the void, as if the darkness itself had morphed into an inescapable coil. "I feel this tremendous power, but am I still human within it?" Fitran pondered as "Voidlock"—the primordial seal woven with inescapable void energy—came to life before him. This seal condensed the entirety of Malakothies' existence, imprisoning him in a form that could no longer escape, locking his dark power away in a realm far deeper than the depths of the world, like a secret shrouded by the eternal noise of darkness.
"This power can destroy or empower, depending on the hands that wield it," Fitran spoke with a tone full of regret, his voice trembling as if carrying the weight of a thought that crushed his chest. With a gaze filled with doubt, he looked at Malakothies trapped in the seal, shadows of his past haunting him—a reflection of the choices he had made. "Will I become a tyrant, or can I remain faithful to the path I intended?"
Malakothies, once feeling infinite and invincible, now exists as a mere shadow of his former self, trapped in a seal that seems to weigh him down into darkness. His body could no longer move, confined in a silence that tormented him—unable to speak, his energy now drained, as if pulled into an endless abyss. He felt only an emptiness that consumed every corner of his existence, erasing every form he once had, every power he had once revered. Everything was now locked away in eternal void, with no hope for return.
"Is this the price I must pay for such terrible power?" Fitran thought, unable to contain the turmoil that surged within him. Doubt raged, shaking both his soul and body. "In this journey, I have sacrificed so much, and now I must bear the weight of every decision I have made. Is my success over Malakothies enough to atone for all the losses I must endure?"
Fitran stood tall, despite his body nearly collapsing from exhaustion, as his soul felt an overwhelming sense of peace. This victory was far more than merely defeating an enemy; it was about rising from the ruins of destruction and creating something greater—a noble act of harnessing primordial power to restore balance to a world threatened by darkness. Malakothies, with all its deep and terrifying ambitions, was now trapped in an unimaginable void, a nothingness deeper than death itself.
"Let the world know that behind this power lies a tremendous responsibility," Fitran stated, his voice calm yet filled with certainty, like distant thunder approaching. "I will not allow darkness to envelop the remaining souls, even if it means confronting my own shadow."
With the seal formed, Fitran felt the pulse of his struggle that was far from over—there remained much to account for in a larger battle. In this moment, he had triumphed over the most terrifying threat, halting the darkness that sought to tear the world apart at its roots. Malakothies was now ensnared in an unreachable realm, caught in eternal emptiness, and the world—though marred with wounds and sorrow—could momentarily breathe fresh air and sense a newfound hope.
"The time will come when I must confront the darkness hidden within me," Fitran reflected, feeling a battle of emotions clash in the depths of his heart. "Becoming a Voidwright means facing not only the enemies that threaten from outside but also the fears and doubts that reside within my own soul."
Fitran gazed around, his wounded body still standing strong, yet the emptiness within him slowly began to fade. Now, there was only one thing more important than anything else: preserving the balance of a world shaken by forces greater than existence itself. "Is this power... mine to command, or does it command me?" he pondered, as the voice of his heart echoed in the surrounding silence, adding weight to his steps in these crucial moments.
In the midst of the profound silence that still hung in the air, after Malakothies had finally been locked within the Voidlock, the atmosphere began to shift. An extraordinary presence was starting to be felt around him. The first sound to break the stillness was a resounding roar, as if the very earth itself was writhing beneath the weight of an unexpected power. This was followed by vibrations that shattered the space around Fitran, creating delicate fissures that danced in the air. A force greater than all things, surpassing desire and fear, emerged from the dark shadows that lingered from their battle. "With each battle, I am increasingly bound by the Void. Is this my path? Embracing darkness to bring forth light?" he pondered, as if posing a question to the silence, which could only answer him with emptiness.
With a movement unimaginable to anyone—even to those who had heard whispers of this creature's existence—Bahamut, the Great Dragon, majestically emerged from the darkness. A legendary entity known only through tales and myths, it possessed cosmic power so immense that it could rival even the gods. "I will stand between two worlds: one traversed by light and one dominated by the Void. As the Voidwright, I am the bridge between them," he reflected, his voice growing stronger even as his body bore the weight of the wounds that burdened him. With his body shining in golden light, Bahamut descended from the sky, radiating beams reminiscent of the sunrise emerging from the depths of the night. His colossal wings spread majestically, shaking the heavens and transforming the darkness of the world into a captivating panorama of gold.
With a powerful gust of wind, Bahamut landed on the ground in front of Fitran, who was now almost motionless due to exhaustion and severe wounds. The dragon radiated an aura heavy with primordial strength, and although Fitran's body could no longer move, he felt an incredible sense of peace and protection from the majestic creature standing before him. "Is this what is called forgiveness?" Fitran thought to himself, part hoping and part doubting. "After everything I have done, am I worthy of receiving protection from this great being?"
Bahamut lowered his great head, and with a tender gesture, he extended his shimmering snout, gently touching Fitran's wounded body. From the mouth of the colossal dragon, a pure and powerful light began to flow, enveloping Fitran in a soft, radiant layer. This light was not merely a healing force; it was a transformative energy that lifted him from the depths of the abyss that had threatened his soul. The cosmic energy emanating from Bahamut acted as a catalyst, renewing the strength that had nearly faded from Fitran's body, as if pulling him back from the brink of destruction. "I hope this can cleanse the stains that bind me," Fitran pondered, feeling the weight of the Void's power he possessed increasingly pressing down on him, as if its heaviness tethered him to the darkness shrouding his soul.
Fitran felt his body warming up again, a flow of warmth seeping into every part of him. Although the pain still lingered, he could now breathe more freely, feeling fresh air fill his lungs that had once been trapped in confusion. Bahamut did not just save him from physical destruction; more importantly, it provided a bridge that connected him back to a broader world, a world now threatened by the impending chaos of a great battle between darkness and emptiness. "This power—shouldn't I be the one to wield it, not the other way around?" he thought to himself, struggling against the temptation to embrace the dark path that secretly lurked within his soul. "This is the time to choose, Fitran. Be a master, or merely a shadow."
With Bahamut's presence, the world seemed to breathe again, as if all life was awakening from a long slumber. The Dragon God briefly gazed at Fitran with eyes sparkling with wisdom; though no words were spoken, a deep and familiar understanding passed between them. Bahamut, who had long resided in a higher realm, sensed the vibrations of Fitran's soul and recognized that his task of maintaining the balance of this world was not yet complete. In this moment of uncertainty, he was saving one of the rulers of the void—Fitran—who was not only fighting against the encroaching darkness but also battling the very essence of emptiness that sought to engulf him.
"Is this what I truly want?" Fitran pondered, gazing at the infinite sky, awash with shades of blue and soft, drifting clouds. "Every power I receive from the Void feels like two sides of a coin, both giving and taking, pulling me into confusion." He felt a tension ease within his heart, as if a powerful pull existed between the responsibilities that weighed upon him and the greed that tempted him. "I must control my power, not the other way around. Otherwise, the darkness I fight will engulf me into an eternal abyss."
With a gentle movement of his large, shining wings, Bahamut lifted Fitran into the air, as if transporting him away from the burdens weighing on his soul. They soared together through the bright sky, leaving behind the emptiness that lingered, while the wind brushed against Fitran's face, carrying the fresh scent of life. Encased in the soft embrace of clouds, he felt the vast world sprawling beneath them, a land rich with potential and hope, waiting to be restored from the darkness that enveloped it.
"Every breath in this fight will have its consequences," Fitran pondered to himself, his heart's voice carried by the gust of wind. "I am not just a Voidwright; I am the master of the void itself." He held tightly to the uncertainty that clung to his spirit, determined not to let that mysterious power destroy him. "I will be a beacon, not a shadow that grips, illuminating the path towards justice and hope."
Bahamut soared through the blue sky at an incredible speed, his magnificent wings slicing through the wind as he headed towards a safe haven—a sacred place where Fitran could heal, soothe his deep wounds, and prepare himself for the next battle. Beneath Bahamut's vast shadow, the world below still trembled with the potential for greater conflict; however, with Bahamut ever-watchful over him, Fitran felt a flicker of new hope emerge. This hope was steadfast, even amid the darkness and emptiness born from an unending series of existential conflicts.
"Is all this power worth the price I must pay?" Fitran pondered, reflecting on the consequences of the path he had chosen. In this moment of tranquility, the weight on his shoulders seemed to begin to lift, although the shadows of past decisions continued to haunt him like a fog that wouldn't dissipate. "Every decision I make carries consequences; every power I wield leaves a deep mark upon my soul," he expressed in an inner monologue that felt increasingly piercing, as if each word were a shard of glass cutting through him.
Slowly, the vast sky became calm again, bright blue replacing the dark clouds that had hung overhead, welcoming back a sense of peace. They were ready to face the world once more—one where thrilling battles, heartbreaking sacrifices, and inescapable destinies would continue to unfold. "As a Voidwright, I am bound to protect, but is there a limit to what I can sacrifice?" Fitran reflected, his consciousness weighed down by the torrent of power flowing through him, like a raging river beyond control. "I cannot allow this emptiness to consume me; I will determine my own fate." He gazed far ahead, his eyes shining with a burning determination, resolved to make his power a tool for liberation from shackles, not an instrument of destruction that leaves only void in its wake.