Chapter 155 Fitran vs Malakothies (3)
Fitran stood resolutely amidst the encroaching darkness, his body a tapestry of wounds etched by the cosmic force he had once unleashed. Though he appeared fragile, teetering on the edge of collapse, an indomitable spirit roared within him, a flame that refused to be snuffed out. Deep within the recesses of his soul, a profound understanding resonated: every power and limitation coalesced to form the essence of his being. He was not merely human—he was an entity that had transcended the ordinary bounds of existence.
"Rinoa, I miss you," he whispered softly, his voice nearly suffocated by the oppressive shadows. "Every time I feel myself falling, I think of you." As if summoned by his longing, a shadow began to coalesce before him, taking on the ethereal form of Rinoa, her gentle smile illuminating the darkness around them. "Fitran, never give up," she urged, her tone a blend of warmth and weight. "You know, we always fought together. Remember those nights we stood beneath the stars, weaving dreams of our future among the constellations?"
Despite the Malakothies being vanquished time and time again, the twisted forces of space and time that surrounded them twisted and churned, a restless shadow ready to engulf the entire world. As long as this distorted dimensional space lingered, the Malakothies would forever rise anew. It was as if the very realm itself was biding its time, waiting for Fitran to succumb to despair. Yet he understood that surrender would only lead to an everlasting void, swallowing not just the world, but every last flicker of hope.
"But I feel so alone, Rinoa. How can I keep moving forward?" he uttered, his voice tinged with doubt, his eyes a mirror of uncertainty, filled with a longing for clarity. Rinoa gazed upon him, her eyes shimmering with an unwavering warmth, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. "You are not alone, Fitran. Your strength is woven from our shared memories. Let those memories guide you."
With the remnants of his dwindling power, he delved deep into his soul, where he had long prepared the five ultimate spells—each a manifestation of the five cosmic elements that once were and those that never had the chance to exist. These spells pulsed like a heartbeat, cradling the potential of countless stars within him, waiting to be unleashed.
First Spell:"Exodus of the Fallen Star". This formidable spell summoned the cataclysmic destruction of a long-dead star, creating an explosion that tore apart the very fabric of space and time itself. Fitran could feel the faint pulse of the ancient star resonating within the depths of his soul, awakening its power as he unleashed it in a singular, devastating strike. Just before he acted, Rinoa's shadow flickered in his mind, her voice a soothing whisper yet imbued with an urgent weight. "Fitran, remember who you are. What you are about to do is not merely to reshape the world, but to liberate yourself from the haunting shadows of the past." He shook his head vehemently, desperate to dispel the image of her. "Rinoa, I must do this. It's the only path to put an end to all of this pain. Yet, with every step I take forward, I am burdened by the weight of your absence." A brilliant azure light erupted from the palm of his hand, slicing through the oppressive darkness of the night with a radiant grace that sent ripples through the very air around him. The explosion was not merely a detonation; it pulverized the surrounding dimensions in a fraction of a heartbeat, unleashing a maelstrom of unrestrained chaos. "No, Fitran!" Rinoa's voice surged louder, filled with fervor, "Don't allow that pain to twist your actions. You are more than a mere echo of the past." In that moment, the annihilation of a universe that had long since faded into oblivion unleashed a colossal wave of energy that obliterated even the most distant realms, sending shockwaves through reality with an inescapable might.
Second Spell:"Void Wrath: The Devouring Heart". This spell taps into the very essence of the void—a primordial force capable of consuming all existence without leaving a trace. With a decisive gesture, Fitran draws in the dark energy swirling around him, shaping it into a pulsating core of emptiness that expands ominously, ready to engulf any matter daring enough to approach. This time, his destructive power is aimed directly at Malakothies, who momentarily breaks free from the shroud of darkness surrounding him. "Rinoa, you're still with me, right?" Fitran whispers, haunted by memories of her warm smile and comforting wisdom. In an electrifying moment, the core of emptiness begins to draw in Malakothies' very existence, ripping apart the dark layers of his body as though it were siphoning the soul and essence of the cursed creature into an eternal void. "Don't let this pain control you, Fitran," Rinoa's apparition flickers into his view, her voice echoing softly yet with unwavering strength. "True strength comes from remembering what you fight for." Fitran nods resolutely, feeling her presence fortify his determination. "I know, Rinoa. This is for you, for us."
Third Magic:"The Cosmos' Embrace: Heart of the Infinite". This powerful magic channels the vibrant energy of the entire universe, manifesting as an invisible but immeasurably strong shield around Fitran. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, sinking into the resonant vibrations swirling around him—stars twinkling like distant beacons, planets spinning with gravity-defying grace, and galaxies forming intricate tapestries within his very essence. In an instant, an unyielding energy shield enveloped his body, not only granting him physical protection but also safeguarding his spirit from encroaching darkness. "Even though shadows stretch menacingly around us, you are the radiant light within my soul," Fitran murmured, allowing memories of Rinoa to intertwine with his thoughts, each recollection glowing with warmth and hope. "Together, we can conquer anything that stands in our way." "Yes, Fitran," Rinoa's ethereal image reassured him, her voice a gentle caress, "remember, love and hope are your most powerful weapons." Each attack that aimed to shatter him—whether it took the form of brute force, psychological torment, or dark sorcery—was effortlessly absorbed by this energy field, rich with a void teeming with potential for renewal and healing.
Fourth Magic:"Celestial Rebirth: The Starborn Curse". Fitran lifted both hands high towards the cracked and tumultuous sky, channeling the deep cosmic energy that coursed through the universe like a tidal wave of starlight. "Rinoa, I have to do this," he declared, his voice trembling with doubt and a profound sorrow that scraped at his heart. "I can't let our memories go to waste." The shadowy apparition of Rinoa, her form flickering like a distant star, replied, her tone both gentle and resolute. "Fitran, don't let pain consume you," she urged, her words woven with the strength of their shared past. "Remember, power must be wielded wisely. Don't allow it to transform you into one of them." Suddenly, a massive fireball erupted from his palms, swirling with a dazzling tapestry of shimmering energy that intertwined the essence of living stars with the echoes of souls long departed. "But what choice do I have?" Fitran responded, with a sorrow that resonated in every syllable. "I feel trapped by our past." As the sphere began to pulse with infinite energy, it shattered the very boundaries of dimension, casting a chilling sense of dread into the air around him. "You are not alone, Fitran," Rinoa's voice reached back to him, a comforting echo in the vast dark. "There is always hope, even amidst the shadows." It was a force that transcended the physical—a curse born from the rebirth of new stars and the sacred death of ancient ones, intertwining their destinies. When he hurled the sphere into the abyss, the entire expanse around them ignited in a cataclysm of flames, engulfing everything in its wake and leaving nothing but ashes and all-consuming darkness. "I will not forget you," Fitran shouted, his voice a lone beacon in the encroaching void, as the blaze soared skyward. "This is for both of us!"