***Flashback***
The story had explained long ago what Constellations truly were.
They were not stars. The night sky was only a mirror, a reflection of truths too ancient for mortals to touch. Constellations were eternal patterns—concepts written into the bones of creation itself: Time, Shadow, Fire, Space, Desire.
When someone awakened, they did not gain power. They simply resonated with a pattern that had always lived in them. A Constellation did not choose you, nor did you choose it—you had always been its reflection.
Awakening merely revealed the line between heaven and flesh.
That was why two people could share the same Constellation yet wield it differently. This was the role of Avatars.
For example: two who bore the Constellation of Fire—known in the heavens as Phoenix—might awaken it as a burning spear in one hand, or as a blazing sun in another. Both were Fire. Both were true.
Because just as the night sky reflects eternal truth, the soul reflects its own.
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"Are you sure you can analyze my Avatar?" Levi asked the system suspiciously. The system had demanded five hundred points to "analyze" it, but given its track record of being utterly useless, he hesitated.
[Host, you doubt me too much. Just trust me and deposit the points. You won't be disappointed.]
Levi steeled his heart, then allowed the points to be deducted from his account.
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500 Points Deducted
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The system's cold notification barely fazed him. He wasn't reluctant to spend the points because they were hard to get— he was reluctant because the damn thing was useless twelve times out of ten.
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Information not found in system database… Accessing Heaven's Archive…
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"I knew it! You ugly bastard, return my—" Levi began to roar, but the words froze in his throat when the next message appeared.
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Information located. Displaying:
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[Avatar Analysis Complete]
Constellation Of War: Aries
Avatar Name: Celestial Gambit
Avatar technique: Sixteen pieces
Ability Description:
The Avatar divides into sixteen spectral "pieces." Each piece can be fused with the spirit of a dead creature, provided death occurred within twelve minutes. Once bound, the piece may be summoned at King's(Host) command indefinitely.
Reanimated pieces retain intelligence, and in some cases memories, but remain dependent on king's(Levi) will.
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***Flashback end***
Levi turned his attention to the dead body of the leech, took a deep breath of excitement. This was the first time he would be experiencing magic by himself.
"How do I activate it?". Levi didn't know how to activate his technique, they was no guide manual.
"Hmmm..... Checkmate?".
Immediately the words left his mouth, the air rippled, then from nothing, a black-and-white frosted chessboard spread out beneath his feet, cold and reflective like ice and shadow fused together. Each square shimmered faintly, stretching wider than the battlefield itself.
Sixteen spectral pieces materialized— frosted, glass-like, glowing faintly. Pawns stood lined in front, rigid and waiting. Behind them, the heavy shapes of rooks, knights, and bishops gleamed. The Queen stood tall, sharp as a blade of light. Levi himself was encased in the King, its form wrapping around him like a transparent crown and throne.
On the far side of the board lay the leech's corpse. As though the board itself acknowledged it as an opponent, a pawn slid forward. It glided across the squares without sound, its surface reflecting white and black with every step.
When it reached the leech, the pawn bent down, encasing the body in frostlight. The chessboard cracked, then disintegrated into drifting shards of black and white mist. All that remained was the pawn— now solid, heavy, holding the leech within.
The piece pulsed once, then broke open. Flesh knit from the frostlight. Fangs glistened. The leech stirred, rising to its full grotesque size before Levi. Yet it was no longer wild— Levi could feel it. A thread bound it to him.
Instinctively Levi commanded.
'Come'.
At the thought, the leech slithered forward, obedient, coiling at his feet.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA". Levi burst out in laughter. If someone were to wake in right now, seeing a naked man draped in bandage, he would certainly be excorted to a psychiatric hospital.
"You ungrateful motherfucker almost caused me my life! How does it feel to become my slave". Levi asked with a grin on his face.
[Well technically the leech's soul got wiped out, it was your own soul that caused the problem]
The grin froze on his face.
"There you go again, raining on my parade. You know what—" Levi muttered darkly, "—I'm just going to call you Sakura from now on."
[Sakura? Doesn't that mean… flower?]
'If you say so'.
[Aren't grls referred to as flowers? But I am gender neutral]
Seeing Levi ignoring him the system quietly thought to itself.
'Flowers are good things.... Right? But why does his tone say otherwise'. While the system tried to figure out what Levi meant by calling him a 'Sakura', the dude on the other hand turned his attention to the ashes.
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[If you guys didn't get the explanation hit me up in the comment section]