Blood still dripped from the wounds on his body, yet Shigure displayed no signs of surrender. In the chilling silence that enveloped him, he reached into the tattered folds of his battle robe and retrieved a roll of silk. Unfurling it, a long bow of deep crimson emerged, glimmering as if illuminated by ethereal light from another realm. It radiated a divine aura that was both fearsome and alluring, a beacon of potential power. Slowly, the bow formed in his hands, as though it were being drawn together by an unseen magical force.
"I am not finished yet, Fitran," Shigure proclaimed, his voice rich and heavy with unyielding determination. "My final weapon—Ame no Makakoyumi—is a celestial bow that can only be wielded by the heir of the Yamato spirit, a sacred inheritance passed through generations."
As he drew the string back, time itself seemed to halt momentarily, creating an almost reverent hush in the air. No arrow was visible; instead, pure light coalesced at the bow's nocking point, weaving together all the grievances, honors, and histories pulsing through his soul into a singular, perfect arc of energy. This bow did not launch a conventional projectile; rather, it unleashed fragments of concepts, terrifying shards of existence that held the power to erase the purpose of a soul utterly from the tapestry of reality.
Fitran sharpened his gaze, piercing through the thick fog of uncertainty that enveloped him. The atmosphere, once serene, began to unravel, creating shimmering ripples that tantalized his senses like the fleeting notes of a haunting melody. Even his Quantum Spectrum quivered slightly, resonating with the palpable menace exuded by this formidable weapon. Ame no Makakoyumi embodies the concept of forced fate—its arrow is not merely aimed at flesh but instead pierces directly into the very meaning of life itself. Each time Lux Nihilensia is unleashed, reality around him warps like a mirage; time and space vibrate with an unsettling quiver of anticipation. Waves of energy surge outward like a tempest, creating pockets of upheaval in the air, dragging the fabric of existence and shattering the established order. The ground, once solid and unyielding, fractures dramatically, with patches of earth rising as if drawn by an unseen force brimming with enigmatic power. This extraordinary force does not merely bring forth physical destruction; it also engenders a metaphysical resonance that reshapes the perception of time itself, as if the world quakes in a profound recognition of the emptiness haunting everything once thought valuable.
"Lux Nihilensia," Fitran whispered, his voice echoing in the terrifying silence. Each time this potent force is unleashed, reality itself begins to distort. Waves of its energy surge forth, undulating like invisible ripples through the air, creating voids that manifest as pressure waves. These waves tear apart the very fabric of the environment, causing the once solid and robust ground to crack and crumble, while patches of earth rise and fall as if drawn into the abyss of an incomprehensible force. The surrounding atmosphere shifts dramatically, transforming the metaphysical essence of existence itself, leaving an eerie sensation that time and space have dissolved, enveloping all in a collective consciousness that heralds the end of everything.
The impact of such an assault is not only witnessed in the sheer devastation of the physical realm but also resonates deeply within the warriors' souls and spirits. When a person's meaning of life is choked by the cruel grip of Lux Nihilensia, their vibrant aura fades, condensing into somber shades of gray, as if their hope and purpose are mercilessly siphoned away by this dark power. A part of them slips away from reality, leaving behind an overwhelming emptiness that lingers, unfulfilled and desolate. At the moment the arrow is loosed, the cacophony of battle is silenced, cloaked in an oppressive quiet; a profound sorrow hangs in the air, signifying an age-old truth: everything can crumble when stripped of its meaning.
As Lux Nihilensia made contact with the realm, a catastrophic explosion of energy erupted through the sky, where brilliant light and impenetrable darkness converged in a breathtaking spectacle visible from miles away. The landscape transformed dramatically; thriving forests were irrevocably marred, majestic mountains crumbled in terror, and the ground smoldered as if struck by a divine radiance that incinerated everything in its path. In a heartbeat, the exquisite beauty that once flourished was eradicated, surrendering to a desolate expanse—a poignant reminder that every battle exacts a toll from unforeseen forces.
"This arrow does not merely wound the body, Fitran," Shigure continued, his voice heavy with gravitas. "It wounds the very reason you live. If you fight for something precious… this arrow will take that away."
Fitran stood paralyzed, as if time itself had frozen before the impending menace. His hand gripped Excalibur tightly, yet his gaze was ensnared by the shimmering celestial bow that held such power. As Shigure released his arrow, it felt as though the universe collectively inhaled. The red-gold light surged forth gracefully into the stillness, slicing not only through the air but also tearing at the very fabric of consciousness.
However...
Just before the arrow touched Fitran's body, a mesmerizing, intricate symbol emerged in the air, swirling gracefully with a life of its own—glyph voidwright, a mesmerizing spiral entwined within layered triangles, illuminated by a radiant magical aura. The luminous tendrils of the Quantum Spectrum enveloped the arrow's essence, deconstructing it into shimmering elemental particles that sparkled like the remnants of vanished stars.
In an explosive moment, the raw energy unleashed by Lux Nihilensia fragmented the very fabric of reality surrounding them. The shockwave reverberated through Fitran's being, distorting his metaphysical perception of the world. A tempest of wind roared with a cataclysmic force, forging a void that threatened to unravel the structure of existence, as if the very dimensions quivered on the brink of utter nothingness.
The shattered particles of light trembled the landscape around him, conjuring a surreal distortion; the ground convulsed in wild, unpredictable waves, while familiar elements like grass and stones appeared to dissolve into nonexistence. The might of Lux Nihilensia resonated deeply within the souls of every living creature, instilling a clarity that stripped away the essence of life itself, erasing the memories of existence as if they had never been.
In that moment, the collective consciousness felt as if it were submerged beneath an immense weight, caught in a fragile balance of hope and tension, eagerly awaiting the cataclysmic impact of the impending attack. Fitran was acutely aware of an overwhelming mental strain, as if all his intentions and aspirations coalesced into a painful void that pulsated with uncertainty. He understood that in every battle, it was not just his physical form that was at risk; his very soul teetered precariously, severed from the threads of purpose that once wove the meaning of his existence.
"You wish to strip away the very essence of my life, Shigure?" Fitran declared, his eyes igniting with a fierce glow of reddish-purple, radiating raw anger and unwavering determination. "But I have experienced death countless times. That meaning is no longer confined to a single origin. I do not live for just one purpose... I live because this world continues to speak to me, and I remain an eternally attentive listener."
The arrow released from his bow vanished instantly, devoured by the consuming power of Lux Nihilensia, a final, desperate technique conjured by Fitran. The wave of energy unleashed not merely affected the physical realm; it twisted and manipulated the very foundation of reality itself. This seething, potent energy surged like an ocean in turmoil, distorting the surrounding physical space with ripples that shimmered like heat waves, creating a resounding echo that reverberated through the air—further amplifying the profound emptiness and deepening the relentless sense of loss that choked existence itself.
Fitran stood resolutely, an unwavering pillar amidst the turmoil, and for the first time, Shigure retreated a half step, overwhelmed by the formidable energy radiating from him. The impact of the attack reverberated through the surroundings, causing the very flora and fauna to gasp in astonishment at the overwhelming presence of Lux Nihilensia that engulfed the space. Plants withered instantaneously, their vibrant leaves succumbing to a sickly yellow hue before cascading to the ground, while birds took flight in a frenzied panic, instinctively aware of the imminent threat posed by such an extraordinary and potent force. A soft whisper seemed to ripple through the leaves, conveying an unbearable disharmony that rose ominously into the air.
"You are no longer human…" he murmured, his voice thick with sorrow, like a fragile thread pulled taut.
Fitran did not respond; his gaze remained sharp, a silent assertion of the tension that hung thickly in the atmosphere. With a deliberate motion, he slowly lowered his sword, offering Shigure a final chance to lay down his arms… or at the very least, to grasp the urgency of the moment. Each attack launched by Fitran carried within it the essence of instability, a destructive potential that, if left unchecked by the will of humanity, threatened to tear apart the very fabric of reality itself. The environment quivered as waves of energy cascaded from the core of the attack, resonating far beyond the immediate vicinity—a tempest of chaos that overturned everything in its path.
Shigure stood resolute, his body trembling yet his spirit unwavering. His gaze was locked on Fitran, infused not with animosity but with a profound respect. In that moment, he understood that this confrontation transcended mere physical combat; it was a trial of existence itself, probing the very edges of reality. Around him, the energy of Lux Nihilensia swirled ominously, an invisible snare poised to unravel everything, blurring the line between rebirth and ruin. Each swing, each strike, reverberated with implications far beyond the immediate, shaking the foundations of reality itself to their core.
But Fitran was aware... the struggle was far from concluded. Neither would rest until one had succumbed.
In an instant, the winds around them hushed, as if nature itself paused, entranced by the unfolding drama. Fitran gradually lifted his Excalibur—its once brilliant golden aura now replaced by a shimmering, transparent veil that reflected the vast spectrum of reality, a breathtaking spectacle of color and light.
"End this," Shigure declared, his voice steady despite the quivering undertone.
Fitran responded softly, "Then… let me unveil the sword that has gazed upon the brink of existence."
He closed his eyes, relishing the surge of power coursing through him. The Voidwright glyph sprawled across the ground in a mesmerizing, intricate spiral, pulsating with primordial energy. Ancient runes, remnants of a Proto language long lost to humanity, shimmered in deep purple and radiant white, weaving a mystical atmosphere that enveloped them.
"Ultima Ars: Lux Nihilensia
(The Final Art: Light from Nothingness)
In a silent, cataclysmic merger, the energy of the void, the quantum spectrum, and the memories of Excalibur fused together, unleashing a force that reverberated through the very fabric of the cosmos. The blade of Excalibur underwent a breathtaking transformation—no longer merely cold, unyielding metal, it blossomed into a radiant beam of light, transcending the boundaries of reality itself. This new form blurred the lines between physics and metaphysics, indicating how the fundamental laws of the universe were being dismantled and reshaped.
As Fitran opened his eyes, the entire world appeared to bend and warp around the sword, as though space and time were malleable under the weight of the power he had unleashed. The once-bright sky fractured dramatically, revealing a gaping rift into "the void before creation," an emptiness vast and still, waiting in quiet anticipation.
With profound determination, Fitran steadied himself and swung the sword once.
Silence enveloped the moment.
As tension hung thick in the air, the cosmic resonance of Lux Nihilensia reverberated across the fabric of dimensions, its essence penetrating the void with an otherworldly hum. A wave of raw energy surged forth, creating distortions that audaciously defied the established laws of physics and metaphysical forces. Reality trembled around him, as matter and energy warped and collapsed into eerie stillness. The very foundation of existence seemed to unravel, with solid forms quaking like unstable phantoms, swirling in the quivering void.
The once blazing sun faltered, its radiant light dimmed as if laden with the foreboding weight of the encroaching abyss. Water in the river flowed backward, its current turned on its head, defying the relentless march of time. Each passing second stretched out, as if time itself braced for the monumental shift about to occur. Other dimensions quivered in uncertainty, teetering on the edge of chaos, birthing the possibility of tightly folded alternative realities within the shimmering grasp of Lux Nihilensia. This brought them to the precipice of turmoil and unpredictable challenges.
As the solid light surged towards Shigure with a vibrating speed, the impact was both inevitable and lethal. In an instant, the ground beneath him was swept away, leaving a profound and terrifying crater—a black hole that devoured light and sound, plunging everything into a consuming abyss. This cataclysmic force did more than just wreak physical destruction; it ensnared the souls daring enough to confront this awakening power, dragging them into a realm of existential uncertainty, where only the deafening silence of nothingness remained—hauntingly signaling the end of all that exists.
Pure, blinding light consumed everything in its path, warping the very fabric of space and time between him and Shigure. The earth fractured and split open, defying the laws of nature, as if reality itself were issuing a bold challenge. A heavy silence engulfed the area, the air hanging suspended in a tense pause, embracing an almost palpable stillness. The energy radiating from Fitran's attack, known as Lux Nihilensia, resonated with a cataclysmic intensity, shaking the very structure of spacetime with waves of fear and uncertainty. This profound distortion brought forth extraordinary physical transformations, unsettling the foundations of reality and drawing cosmic particles into an invisible vortex that threatened to unravel existence itself.
As the chaos subsided, Fitran found himself standing alone in the heart of a crystalline crater, where swirling vapors danced in the air, reflecting the remnants of a universe forced to confront its own existence. In the very spot where Shigure had once stood, the ground bore a striking distortion—ruins etched by the force of the cataclysm formed intricate fractal patterns, a haunting visual testament to the deep fractures in the fabric of reality itself. Among the debris lay Ame no Ohabari, broken and still, a silent witness to the devastation. The legendary Totsuka no Tsurugi, once unblemished, now bore deep cracks, while Ame no Nuhuko, a revered heirloom, had been utterly erased from existence, leaving behind an emptiness that echoed through the realm.
Shigure knelt amidst the chaos, having narrowly escaped the maelstrom, yet his knees trembled uncontrollably against the shattered ground. The impact of the assault resonated within him, extending far beyond mere physicality; waves of uncertainty crashed over him like a relentless storm, forcing him to grapple with his place and identity in this tumultuous cosmos.
"It's… not magic," he murmured, a faint smile flickering across his lips, laden with profound significance. "It's… will."
With a single, devastating strike, Fitran not only asserted his eternal power but also unveiled the philosophical ramifications of an unavoidable truth, shattering any illusions that lingered in the air. Every attempt by Shigure to resist, even while wielding his three sacred weapons with unwavering determination, felt like a desperate flail against an inescapable current—an embodiment of human limitations grappling with a reality that far surpasses comprehension, infinitely higher and more complex.
Fitran approached him with determined strides, his presence radiating authority, while Excalibur gradually morphed back into its elegant original form, shimmering with an ethereal glow. This weapon transcended the realms of mere combat; it symbolized the absolute will that had deftly navigated the course of time itself, compelling admiration for its strength and exemplifying the essence of ultimate truth. He extended his hand to Shigure, a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of despair, offering him a chance to rise and reclaim his spirit.
"Rise, Samurai. I do not kill those who can see the truth," he declared, his voice a harmonious blend of hope and challenge, echoing like a promise in the stillness.