In the boundless expanse of nothingness, where even the echoes of existence fade into oblivion, a solitary figure stood, a mere semblance of humanity adrift in the void. Here, amid the oppressive silence, existence itself seemed devoid of purpose, yet this being, this entity, clung to a desperate yearning for meaning.
But it was a futile struggle, a quest devoid of direction or memory. Lost in the abyss, it sought an escape, a reprieve from the crushing weight of its own existence. Each futile attempt to break free only served to erode the very essence of its being, a slow erosion of the soul.
Hopelessness enveloped it like a suffocating shroud, drowning out any semblance of salvation. Yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of something stirred within, a primal urge to protect, to cherish, though the object of its affection remained shrouded in the mists of forgotten memories.
Then, like a beacon amidst the void, it beheld a radiant convergence, a nexus of all existence—the Root. Within its depths, a surge of power coursed through its veins, igniting a spark of determination that defied reason.
"BRING ME BACK!" it cried out into the void, a plea born of desperation and defiance. And in that moment, the darkness recoiled, giving way to a blinding brilliance that engulfed its form.
As the light faded, a new awareness dawned within it, eyes now open to a kaleidoscope of azure orbs, each containing the cosmos within. And with this newfound clarity, it embarked upon a journey of discovery, driven by an inexplicable yearning.
"Sister, where are you?!" The cry echoed through the emptiness, carried on the plaintive tones of a feminine voice. Each word dripped with sorrow and desperation, as if the speaker teetered on the brink of despair, clutching desperately to a lifeline slipping through her fingers.
"I want to help her," it whispered, an unwavering resolve taking root within its heart. And so, with determination as its guide, it pressed forward, undeterred by the barriers that sought to confine it.
Something stirred within it, an unfamiliar emotion coursing through its being—a desire to act, to intervene.
"I want to help her. No, I must!" The resolve crystallized within its core, driving it forward with an unyielding purpose.
But then, a heart-wrenching lament pierced the silence, echoing the depths of despair. "No... Why am I such a powerless person? Someone give me a sign that you guys are alive."
A surge of determination propelled it forward, but its efforts were futile, thwarted by an unseen barrier that stood between it and the source of the voice. Fate, it seemed, had cast its judgment, denying it the chance to make a difference.
Undeterred, it gathered every ounce of strength, focusing its will into a singular point—a fervent plea to bridge the divide. "Please, just a few steps from her, I want to fulfill her wish."
In that moment, everything shifted. A newfound power surged through its veins, reshaping the very fabric of reality. With a flicker of determination, the barrier dissolved, and a smile was born on its lips as it stepped into the world it had chosen—a world where it could finally make a difference.
As it opened its eyes, a sensation washed over it—an unfamiliar yet unmistakable feeling of inhabiting a physical form, a human body. And yet, beneath the veneer of humanity, a current of magical energy pulsed through its veins, its power flickering like a dying ember.
Gazing skyward, it beheld a canopy shrouded in darkness, illuminated by the spectral hues of arcane energy dancing along the horizon. With a dawning realization, it observed its arm—or rather, his arm—taking in the surreal landscape that stretched before him.
In the periphery of his vision lay a scene straight from the depths of hell—a landscape consumed by flames, where ruined buildings crumbled beneath the relentless onslaught. The acrid stench of burning flesh hung heavy in the air, assaulting his senses like a barrage of needles piercing his skin.
It was a vision of infernal torment, a realm engulfed in the flames of destruction.
"Rennias!" The voice shattered the eerie silence, drawing his attention to a figure he knew all too well. A woman, scarcely in her late twenties, with verdant hair and eyes ablaze like smoldering embers. Despite the devastation surrounding them, her beauty remained undiminished, though her attire bore the scars of countless trials, adorned with the detritus of their harsh reality.
Her skin bore the ravages of fire, marred by cruel burns that seared deep into her flesh, a testament to the horrors they had endured. Even as Rennias gazed upon her, his heart clenched at the sight of her agony, the crimson trails of blood stark against her beauty.
But it was her eyes, brimming with tears yet shimmering with hope, that captured his attention—the raw emotion etched upon her face, a testament to the depths of her despair and the elation of finding another soul amidst the desolation.
In that moment, she radiated a joy so profound that it pierced through the veil of his own lack of understanding, a happiness that seemed to transcend any known emotional barriers. It was as if Rennias, no but the woman, had been granted a reprieve from the jaws of death.
And as she spoke those simple words of gratitude, a lump formed in Rennias's throat, a bitter pang of envy gnawing at his heart. For even in his darkest hour, she found it within herself to offer thanks—a gesture of kindness that stirred conflicting emotions within him.
"Thank you," she said, her voice trembling with emotion, a small yet profound expression of her gratitude. And though his own pain threatened to consume him. Rennias couldn't help but feel a glimmer of warmth amidst the ashes.
AN
So, as I have promised, this is the remastered version of my original works. It will be heavily edited and structured. My apologies for the awful grammar in the previous work. It's not like it was an excuse, but I think I owe you guys an explanation that English is my third language, and I speak four, so, yeah, my English is not that good. But here we are, I make a redemption.
I hope you guys like it.
