Oda Nobuzan, a sorcerer consumed by his passionate obsession for creating new life, stood resolutely before Fitran, his eyes shimmering like embers in a forge, radiating fervor and ambition. Within him burned an unquenchable desire to forge beings endowed with unprecedented strength and intelligence, propelling him forward even as he recognized the lurking dangers. His mind was a tempest of vivid visions, filled with images of how life could transcend mere existence, transformed and shaped according to his will. With unwavering resolve, he steeled himself to unveil his audacious vision to Fitran, the sole figure he believed capable of executing and supporting his grand scheme, even amidst the ominous waves of darkness that engulfed them.
Standing tall before Fitran, Oda's sharp gaze was laden with the wisdom born from experiences with the flames he once commanded fiercely. The air around them was thick with the dark remnants of Ex Nihilo Obscurum, wrapping them in a tense and suffocating atmosphere. Although a slight strain marred Oda's otherwise composed features, he retained an air of calmness, seemingly undeterred by the malevolent forces that encircled them like a shroud.
"Fitran," Oda Nobuzan's voice flowed softly yet resonated with profound meaning, echoing through the heavy stillness, "you may believe that the emptiness and darkness you've conjured signify the end of all things, but this world is far more intricate. Humanity, much like myself, will never relinquish their pursuit of desire. They are endowed with an unwavering determination—a vital force that fuels every ambition propelling them forward."
Oda appeared somewhat breathless, his fingers deftly weaving through the charged atmosphere, as if he were drawing energy from the very air that enveloped them, a reflection of his all-consuming obsession. His face radiated confidence, illuminated by a fervent desire, as though he could already picture the magnificent beings that would one day gaze upon the world with eyes brimming with hope and boundless potential. In stark contrast, Fitran merely regarded him with an expressionless facade, betraying no hint of reaction. The flames that flickered around Oda began to dim, acknowledging the realization that he was no longer confronting someone easily subdued. Yet, Oda's spirit remained unyielding; he stepped forward with unwavering resolve.
"I know what you want, Fitran. The nobles of Gaia, those elusive puppeteers cloaked in the veneer of power and mesmerizing magic, have perpetually observed you from the shadows. They are a lurking threat—I can sense the tide of surging fear they harbor towards you. However, with my power, I can politically subdue them, orchestrating this intricate game with a subtle and cunning touch. I can compel their submission, all without their awareness," Oda declared, a thin smile gracing his lips, his words swirling with an enigmatic tension that electrified the air.
Oda Nobuzan, a wizard possessed by his all-consuming obsession for crafting new life, is perpetually on the hunt for avenues to breathe life into his extraordinary vision. His eyes, sparkling like distant stars scattered across an endless night sky, radiate an immense passion for creativity and the transformative power of renewal, propelling him into a realm of bold and often controversial experiments. Each conversation he initiates, every proposition he unveils, is intricately interwoven with his fervent ideals of conjuring something utterly unprecedented—a stunning creature, forged from the harmonious synergy between himself and the chosen individual. The expression etched on his face reflects a profound reservoir of thoughts, while the delicate smile that blooms upon his lips reveals his uncontainable eagerness about the unexpected potential that lies ahead. With elegant, fluid gestures, his fingers appear to dance gracefully in the air, hinting at a tapestry of plans woven with threads of hope and boundless imagination.
Fitran did not respond immediately; he hovered in silence, meticulously weighing each word that slipped from Oda's lips, his mind a labyrinth of contemplation. A nagging unease gnawed at him, a tiny seed of doubt nestled deep within, despite the sweet allure of the offer resonating in his ears.
"But," Oda continued, his voice dipping to a hushed, intimate tone that wrapped around Fitran like a warm breeze, "everything comes with a price. I am not merely interested in power or politics. What I desire is something more personal, Fitran. I want the seed of you. This is not just a contract—it is a bond that will intertwine our very existences. Imagine an extraordinary being, born from the potential of both of us, an entity destined to alter the very fabric of reality. This is a rare opportunity to forge something unimaginable, transcending anything that has ever graced this world."
Fitran remained silent, acutely aware of the tension thickening between them like dark storm clouds looming ominously in the sky. In the theater of his mind, a flurry of possibilities whirled—a tempest of thoughts intertwining like waves crashing against rocky shores. Oda Nobuzan, the most powerful sorcerer, radiated an enticing fantasticality that dazzled the senses, offering unimaginable power, yet the hidden toll remained shrouded in uncertainty. The seed of himself—what did Oda truly mean by this cryptic phrase? And how would this elusive contract shape the contours of his unpredictable future?
However, one thing was abundantly clear—Oda had not arrived without a specific purpose, driven by a deeper intent than a mere proposition. He would not linger long, eager to hear Fitran's response. Fitran sensed that this critical decision held the potential to ripple through more than just his own destiny. An air of ominous mystery enveloped the moment, suggesting that something far more profound was at play, poised to alter the very fabric of time itself.
Oda Nobuzan, a wizard consumed by the pursuit of new life, had devoted countless years exploring the intricate boundaries of reality and the realms of possibility flickering within his brilliant mind. To him, life unfolded like a vibrant art piece—a dynamic symphony of chaos and harmony—and he was resolute in producing a singular masterpiece: an entity that not only intertwined aspirations but also encapsulated the essence of eternal emptiness. He approached Fitran with vibrant enthusiasm; his eyes sparkled like two luminous stars scattered across the night sky, revealing the fervor and depths of profound mystery that resided within, as though the secrets of the universe lay concealed in his gaze.
"What will happen if I refuse?" Fitran queried, his voice imbued with caution, challenging Oda to unveil the potential consequences lurking in the shadows, ready to unfold.
Oda flashed a wide smile, her expression glowing with a blend of shrewd intelligence and fierce ambition, reminiscent of a general plotting a monumental campaign. Her confidence radiated like a beacon as she prepared to unveil her vision. "If you refuse, Fitran, this world will continue to spin aimlessly, a clock without its winding. You will remain shackled in the shadows of your past, a fugitive relentlessly pursued, while the insidious nobles of Gaia slink through the darkness, waiting to exploit your hesitation. However, by embracing this contract, we can forge an unprecedented reality—one where power slips from the grasp of those who should have faded into oblivion long ago."
Fitran fell silent, his gaze wandering through the dim confines of the room, attempting to absorb every whisper of detail around him, while his thoughts wavered between uncertainty and a flicker of hope. In an adjacent corner, Rinoa, who had unknowingly eavesdropped on their exchange, felt an oppressive wave of unease wash over her. Though she could not catch a glimpse of Fitran or Oda Nobuzan's expressions, their words pierced through the air like arrows, striking her heart with the undeniable weight of a proposition that was both intoxicating and impossible to ignore.
"I am not searching for a successor to power," Oda said slowly, his voice a soft whisper yet brimming with an uncontainable fervor. His brown eyes sparkled like distant stars in the pitch-black night sky, lighting the shadows around him. "What I desire is an incarnation of new possibilities. An entity born not solely from the void within you, but also from my unwavering determination—a creation imbued with purpose and the strength to reshape this world. From your emptiness and the eternal fire that flickers within me, something extraordinary will emerge. This world is teetering on the brink of collapse, Fitran. We do not need mere heirs... we need a re-embodiment."
Oda Nobuzan, a sorcerer consumed by the dream of birthing new life, locked his passionate gaze onto Fitran. His eyes shimmered with a fervent light, echoing the intensity of his vision. For years, he had been on a relentless quest to uncover possibilities that transcended the earthly confines, yearning to conjure forth a being that would not merely survive, but thrive and excel in every conceivable aspect. In the theater of his mind, that dream had remained vividly alive, and now, as he stood before Fitran, that ambitious offer began to coalesce into a tangible reality.
When Fitran finally found his voice, it emerged steady and calm, but carried an undertone of firm threat, cutting through the reverie.
"You want to create a new form of life... from my body."
Oda did not object; he merely nodded slowly, a gesture weighted with contemplation. Raising his hand with deliberate slowness, he seemed to beckon forth a surge of energy from the depths of his being. From his palms, warmed by an inner flame, a faint silhouette began to materialize—vibrating and ethereal, composed of shimmering dark red light that flickered like dying embers amidst tumultuous shadows. It depicted a form of life that appeared to await its awakening, holding within it the promise of existence. His face, marked by obsession, bore a furrowed brow and slightly bitten lips—every feature a testament to the tension and deep yearning that surged within. This was not mere fantasy; it was a tangible experiment, a brave step into uncharted territory.
"I've tried," Oda said softly, his voice imbued with a poignant sincerity that floated like a whisper of wind in the stillness. "With your hair strand left in the ruins of Solaris, straining toward memories that have long since faded. With remnants of your magic drawn from the Cathedral of Laplace, where aspirations clash violently with reality. But the result... is flawed. Incomplete. Because I lack your consent. Without that permission, they will become wretched creatures, howling in emptiness, ensnared in a world devoid of purpose."
Fitran stepped forward, his heart racing as a mixture of anticipation and dread coursed through him. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the soft rustle of dust from the remnants of Inverto Arcanum, swirling like specters caught in a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.
"What if I give you that? If I surrender part of myself to create... that. Who will guard it? You?" The question lingered between them like an ominous shadow, thick with unspoken implications and raw tension.
Oda's smile evaporated, replaced by a visceral knot of anxiety that tightened around her heart, as if she had stumbled upon a dark truth that was never meant to see the light.
"I am not a guardian. I am a creator. And you, Fitran, are the linchpin of this design. I will entwine your essence within the vessel I have meticulously prepared—molding flesh from the ancient remnants of the Old World, forging bones from the densest charcoal, and weaving a soul that will pulse in harmony with your unique rhythm. It will flourish in a realm untethered from the binds of time and morality, liberated from the weight of history. Envision this: A new World shall rise through it, formidable and awe-inspiring, reshaping everything into a force of unimaginable power."
Oda Nobuzan, a sorcerer consumed by his obsession for birthing new life, stood before Fitran, his eyes ablaze with an unquenchable determination and fervor. Countless years had slipped away as he delved into the depths of magical wisdom, scouring every ancient scroll and tome, daring to push beyond the very limits of reality. A fierce conviction burned within him, a belief that his audacious experiments could yield a creation unlike any this world had ever known—one that would defy the natural boundaries of life and death. With sweeping gestures that animated the air around him like a maestro leading a grand symphony, he began to unveil his audacious vision. "I am not merely crafting a child, Fitran," he said, his voice low and tremulous, yet unwavering, his gaze piercing and revealing no trace of uncertainty. "I am conjuring something indomitable," he declared, his words punctuated with a fervor that made the very walls around them shudder in anticipation.