Prologue – Spaces Between
It was raining slightly, a drizzle, on a fully-clouded night. A man was walking lonely through a small wooded area, humming slowly. He was old, probably senile, about 85 or so. He crosses over to a small pure pond to recover a little.
"It's a bit gusty, eh Vormav?" the old man appeared to be talking to himself. He looked up from a sip and there was a man in a black cloak standing about fifty feet away.
"Hahaha… Yes. How have you been, Hakuru? I imagine that old, forged body is getting quite old…" Vormav looked around and stepped closer to Hakuru. "Hmm… Perhaps you'd like another? Mine will soon be an empty vessel… Unless…"
"No. I'm afraid I don't have time for your fiasco. Let's get this over with." Hakuru stood up and brushed off his knees, throwing aside the tattered cloak that surrounded him. "You cannot defeat me in your current form, let alone state of body. It'll collapse once I summon Madeen. And the rain makes me feel even lighter… Are you sure you want to try and fight me?"
"Try? Nonsense! Your pitiful old man body won't be able to withstand Ultima. Now, die!!" Vormav drew his hands up into the air and called upon the cosmos to annihilate Hakuru. However, Hakuru called up a red Supershell, protecting himself, and summoned Madeen, the vessel of Terra's spirit. The Holy creature attacked with unbelievable strength, counter-annihilating Vormav. Hakuru walked over to his body.
"I told you… Your spirit will have to find a different Cetra vessel. I won't give this one up so easily." He walked away, picking up his tattered cloak and wrapping himself again, off into the woods and towards the next vessel owner. Corin Kureno.