The land was still eerily so. For nearly an hour, the silence clung to the air like a curse as darkness descended across the ruined skies. In this god-abandoned world, it was the time when monsters stirred, when shadows awakened and hunted any unfortunate soul who dared to wander alone.
But tonight, the cursed earth itself held its breath.
The area where two young bodies had fallen lay empty of life, yet the very air crackled with remnants of their vanished presences. There was no movement, no wind. Just death and then, thunder.
A low rumble rolled through the heavens, followed by a sudden deluge. Rain poured from the sky like a celestial judgment, and bolts of lightning tore across the clouds in a frenzied dance. Though storms were common in this broken world, this one was not ordinary. The storm focused unnaturally, crashing down only upon the small patch of land where the two boys lay dead. And then the impossible happened.
The mysterious young boy's lifeless body twitched. From his pale skin, glowing purple runes began to carve themselves into existence, ancient symbols in the forbidden tounge spreading down from his forehead to his feet, circling him in a radiant web of ritual. The earth itself ignited beneath him, forming a massive runes magic circle that stretched a full kilometer, pulsing with arcane wrath.
A blinding bolt of lightning crashed from the heavens, striking the mysterious boy's corpse.
Simultaneously, the body of the poor, unlucky boy nearby was struck as well his flesh scorched, his spirit torn from its fragile shell.
In the Void
His soul drifted in agony suspended in a place with no form, no light, no life.
He should have been gone, forgotten, faded.
Instead, he was burning. Pain ravaged his soul like wildfire. He writhed, crying out voicelessly in the vacuum, his essence shredding under the weight of the ancient spell. Then, through the blinding flashes, he saw something a boy in white.
Familiar. Unknown. Comforting. Distant.
The mysterious young teen boy's soul stood calmly, almost peacefully, amidst the lightning storms of tribulation. His gaze was distant but sharp, like someone who had long accepted his fate.
He turned. "Your eyes… they seek revenge," the mysterioes boy said, voice like wind and echo. "You wish to live?"
His tone was neither mocking nor kind. It was truth, heavy as thunder.
"If you can survive this ancient, forbidden rebirth… if you can reach the Sea of My Soul… you may take this vessel. Survive—if you can. "
The seventh lightning bolt struck then, and the world shattered. The poor boy's body turned to ash. The mysterious youth's body lifted into the sky, engulfed in magic and light.
The poor boy's soul was disintegrating, fading into the nothingness.
But something deep inside, his will to live, his unyielding instinct kept him clinging to the edge.
And then a door of light opened within the other's soul. He surged forward. There was no thought, only survival.
He flew into the body. The light sealed shut. The storm ended. The rain ceased. The body of the young mysterious boy now home to a new soul fell heavily into the mud.
The world inside the sea of soul was ethereal. Silent.The poor boy, or what remained of him, stood in a void where time had no meaning. He walked aimlessly for what felt like hours… maybe days.
Then light. He ran toward it.
A vast white chamber awaited him, and at its center stood the mysterious youth once more. But this time, he was bound. chains of soul-thread wrapped around him, and spears pierced his spectral body. He bled light. He was dying.
The poor boy' soul rushed to help, but his hands passed through the vision.
"I didn't expect… someone like you… a no-magic soul… to survive the Seven Tribulations, " the youth said, smiling weakly.
His body began to dissolve into glittering dust.
"You were not chosen… but you have been seen. Survive…"he paused and whispered" Claim this vessel before the seal shatters from that monsters grasp - "
He vanished before he could finish.
The dust of his soul swirled like a storm and wrapped around the poor boy's soul.
Agony exploded within him as their souls began to merge. He screamed every fiber of his spirit stretching, tearing, reshaping. He knelt, clutching his chest, gasping in a space that had no air.
And then a shadow entered. A figure emerged at the edge of the soul realm blurred, massive, enraged. The boy didn't understand who it was, but the aura was furious, divine, and hungry. It reached toward him.
The fusion completed. A shockwave erupted from his soul, obliterating everything.
The chaotic void vanished, replaced by a calm, impossible space.The sky was blue. The water was still but not water. It was the floor of an infinite ocean of glass.
At its center, a body lay motionless.
No longer the poor boy he once was, he now rested in peace his soul slowly stabilizing within the vessel of a new life.