[Emergency evolution condition satisfied]
[Growth Trigger: Emotional Catalyst — Confirmed]
[Subject Sora reached a major threshold of her true potential]
[Subject Sora's unique abilities utilization limit increased]
[Subject Sora evoked the next phase of her unique abilities]
[Heavenly Traits Unlocked — Light & Life Authority: 10% Utilization Achieved]
The notifications did not simply appear.
They resounded.
Like sacred bells tolling inside the architecture of reality itself.
Null felt the pressure in the air change—not explosively, but structurally. As if something fundamental had just been reclassified.
Sora did not scream.
Did not chant.
Did not even move at first.
She simply existed—
And existence rearranged itself around her.
The cyan-white radiance condensed, no longer wild, no longer flaring outward in uncontrolled waves. It folded inward, refining, sharpening, stabilizing.
The tremor that had shaken the battlefield moments ago ceased.
What replaced it was something far more terrifying.
Stillness.
Mor'gan's flames flickered.
Not extinguished.
Not suppressed.
But… unsettled.
Like fire burning beneath a sky that had suddenly decided it did not approve.
Sora's feet no longer touched the earth.
She hovered just slightly above it, robes drifting weightlessly as if gravity had politely excused itself from her vicinity.
Cyan threads spiraled behind her—no longer chaotic strands of mana, but structured patterns.
Like veins of light etched into the air.
Like the first blueprint of divinity being drawn.
—
Null's vision fractured.
Not physically.
Systematically.
Translucent panes unfolded before him—layer upon layer of analysis far denser than anything Fantasy Omniscience had ever displayed.
Even the system's tone shifted.
Less playful.
More precise.
More… careful.
[Recalibrating assessment parameters.]
[Warning: Subject Sora's classification has exceeded previous predictive modeling.]
[Displaying updated data.]
A luminous window stabilized before Null's eyes.
[«Sora von Luminous»
«Age: 16»
«Designation: Human»
Core Attributes (Partial):
• Strength: C-
• Defence: C-
• Agility: C (Light-Speed via Celeritas Divina — Conditional)
• Stamina: ∞ (Temporary via Boundless Life Force)
• Intelligence: S
• Mana Capacity: ∞ (Temporary via Boundless Life Force)
• Faith Resonance: A (Unique Metric)
…
• Overall Capability: C-
...
Unique Abilities (Partial):
• Celestial Radiance
Authority-Type Ability
Complete dominion over all light-based phenomena—from photonic matter to higher-dimensional luminous forces interfacing with reality's structural framework.
In conceptual taxonomy: encompasses every manifestation of the Light element.
Absolute authority over elemental, conceptual, and existential definitions of Light.
Includes purification, revelation, restoration, transcendence, acceleration, and structural interaction with reality.
User's Current Utilization Limit: 10%
Sub-Trait Unlocked:
{Celeritas Divina}
First Heavenly Trait: "Light Is Speed."
The user transcends the tyranny of distance by incarnating the primordial axiom of light—motion without delay.
- Traverse any expanse instantaneously by threading existence through luminous pathways woven across reality.
- Strike before intention coheres, moving beyond the threshold where time recognizes causality.
- Travel through reflections, beams, and all sources of illumination
- Dissolve into pure radiance, shedding physical constraints to become untouchable, incorporeal brilliance.
- Manifest velocity as a divine constant, where movement is not action, but an inherent state of being.
° The user does not accelerate to match light. The user does not chase its speed.
The user is the principle by which motion exists—and where her light shines, distance loses meaning.
—
• Everlasting Vitalis
Authority-Type Ability
Complete dominion over all life-based phenomena—the primordial essence fueling living systems, natural cycles, and existential continuity.
In conceptual taxonomy: encompasses every manifestation of the Life element.
Absolute authority over elemental, conceptual, and existential definitions of Life.
Includes creation, accelerated growth, regeneration, adaptive evolution, resurrection, boundless vitality, and existential preservation.
User's Current Utilization Limit: 10%
Sub-Trait Unlocked:
{Vita Aeterna Dominus}
First Heavenly Trait: "Life Is Power."
The eternal sovereignty over vitality itself. Life is no longer a passive force of existence—it is a divine currency under the user's absolute edict.
- The user can transmute life essence directly into divine energy and vice versa.
- Infinite stamina, mana, vitality, sustained by an immeasurable and self-renewing boundless life force.
- May bestow life essence upon allies, restoring, amplifying, or elevating their existence beyond natural limits.
- Can siphon vitality from enemies, environments, or entire battlefields
- Weaponize life energy itself as a destructive or restorative force.
° The user is now capable of controlling life as an energy source.]
...
Null read the window once.
Twice.
Then a third time—just to make sure the words hadn't rearranged themselves into something less absurd.
They hadn't.
His jaw slowly slackened.
"…How," he began carefully, "did she become more broken?"
Fantasy Omniscience responded with clinical composure.
[Clarification: Subject Sora did not become more broken.]
A beat.
[She became more aligned with her latent potential.]
Null blinked.
"That sentence is worse."
His eyes skimmed back to the numbers.
Stamina: ∞ (Temporary).
Mana Capacity: ∞ (Temporary).
He pointed at the infinity symbols.
"There are two of them."
[Affirmative.]
"She has infinite stamina."
[Conditionally.]
"She has infinite mana."
[Conditionally.]
"Stop saying 'conditionally' like that makes it sane."
The system did not apologize.
[Boundless Life Force enables continuous internal conversion of vitality into mana.]
[As long as vitality remains unexhausted, mana replenishment is functionally limitless.]
Null's eyebrow twitched.
"And vitality is—"
[Under her authority.]
Silence.
"…So she powers her magic with life."
[Correct.]
"And she has authority over life."
[Correct.]
"And she can convert life into mana."
[Correct.]
"And her life force is boundless."
[Temporarily correct.]
Null inhaled slowly.
"Define temporary."
[Utilization cap: 10%.]
[Authority strain accumulates with output.]
[Excessive conversion may stress corporeal vessel.]
"So she won't explode," Null muttered.
[Unlikely.]
"Comforting."
[Additional clarification.]
Null's eyes shifted lazily back to the pane.
"What now?"
[Strain accumulation is proportional to utilization percentage.]
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"…Go on."
[As Subject Sora increases her utilization limit, efficiency of authority application improves.]
[Energy loss decreases.]
[Conversion stability increases.]
[Neural and corporeal backlash reduce proportionally.]
Null went still.
"Meaning."
[At 10% utilization, strain exists.]
[At higher thresholds, strain diminishes.]
[At sufficiently harmonized thresholds, strain becomes negligible.]
Silence stretched.
"…You're telling me," Null said slowly, "the 'temporary' drawback disappears the stronger she gets?"
[Correct.]
[Limitation is a function of immaturity, not design flaw.]
His lips twitched.
"So the system's basically saying, 'Skill issue.'"
[…]
[Rephrasing unnecessary.]
He dragged his hand through his hair, staring at the hovering girl whose dress drifted like they belonged to something painted in cathedral glass.
"…Light Is Speed."
[Yes.]
"She doesn't move fast."
[Correct.]
"She decides to be somewhere."
[More accurate.]
"And Life Is Power…"
[She may convert vitality into offensive, defensive, or restorative output.]
Null's gaze sharpened.
"So if she wants—she can flood the battlefield with life energy."
[Yes.]
"Heal herself endlessly."
[Yes.]
"Heal me."
[Yes.]
"Drain Mor'gan."
[Yes.]
"Or turn his stolen vitality into a cannon."
[Yes.]
He stared at the system.
"You're saying this like we didn't just unlock two cosmic cheat codes mid-fight."
[Terminology: Heavenly Traits.]
"Same difference."
Fantasy Omniscience paused briefly before adding—
[Note: "Infinite" does not imply omnipotence.]
Null huffed.
"I am aware."
[At 10% utilization, her jurisdiction radius remains finite.]
[Authority application requires cognitive intent.]
[Overextension may cause neural feedback.]
His expression sobered slightly.
"So she still has limits."
[Yes.]
"Good."
He looked back at the pane again.
Overall Capability: C-.
Null snorted.
"You are never living that down."
[Metric reflects base corporeal combat statistics.]
"She can rewrite motion."
[Within range.]
"She can convert life into divine energy."
[Within range.]
"She can become light."
[Within range.]
"And she's still C-."
[Yes.]
He shook his head slowly, almost in admiration.
"…That's terrifying."
Mor'gan's flames flared again—hotter this time, as if the demon was attempting to reassert dominance over a battlefield that had quietly defected.
Null glanced at him.
Then at Sora.
Then back at the system.
"So let me get this straight."
He folded his arms.
"If she activates both authorities simultaneously…"
[She may achieve near-constant mobility while sustaining energy output indefinitely within tolerance.]
"Translation."
[She becomes an extremely formidable opponent to anyone.]
Null's grin spread slowly.
"Extremely formidable, huh."
[Understatement.]
He let out a soft, incredulous laugh.
"She was already fighting a greater demon above her grade."
[Correct.]
"And now she has infinite mana."
[Conditionally.]
"Stop ruining it."
[Correction: She has functionally self-sustaining mana flow.]
"That's just infinite with extra steps."
Fantasy Omniscience did not respond.
Null exhaled, eyes lingering on Sora's serene silhouette.
"…She did this because she thought I was going to die, didn't she?"
A fractional pause.
[Emotional Catalyst — Confirmed.]
He looked away quickly.
"That's… inefficient."
[On the contrary.]
[Emotional resonance increases unique ability synchronization.]
Null's ears faintly warmed.
"Don't phrase it like that."
[Noted.]
He straightened, rolling his shoulders.
"Alright."
His smirk returned—sharper now.
"If she's the principle of motion and the sovereign of vitality…"
His gaze flicked to Mor'gan, who was visibly unsettled for the first time since descending upon this battlefield.
"Then we just flipped the script."
Fantasy Omniscience offered one final update.
[Recommendation: Support Subject Sora.]
[With Life Authority active, cooperative synergy may yield exponential returns.]
Null's eyes gleamed.
"Exponential, huh?"
He flexed his fingers, mana humming faintly in his veins.
"…Guess I'll have to keep up with my overpowered saintess."
High above the ground, Sora's cyan threads pulsed once.
Like the quiet heartbeat of something divine awakening.
And for the first time since the battle began—
Mor'gan did not look like the inevitable end.
He looked like a problem.
****
High above the fractured earth—
Sora opened her eyes.
Her right iris burned in luminous cyan.
Her left—
Was pure white.
Not sclera.
Not blindness.
But absolute, radiant white—like compressed celestial origin into an ocular form.
The battlefield reacted.
The wind stilled mid-current.
The scorched soil beneath her faintly sprouted strands of green.
Mor'gan felt it.
For the first time since his descent—
He felt observed.
Not by a human.
But by something immeasurable.
His molten-orange gaze narrowed.
"…What trick is this?" he scoffed, infernal aura flaring outward in defiance. "You flare brighter and think that makes you my equal?"
Sora did not descend.
Did not flinch.
Her voice fell like frost over steel.
"This is not a trick."
The cyan threads behind her aligned into precise geometric arrays—no longer chaotic mana, but structured divinity.
"This is alignment."
Mor'gan's grin stretched wide.
"You are still prey."
Her white eye intensified.
"No."
The single word carried no volume.
But the ground beneath Mor'gan's feet fractured anyway.
"I am correction."
His flames surged hotter—too hot.
"Fluke ascension does not make you divine."
"No," she agreed.
Her cyan threads aligned behind her in perfect geometric symmetry.
"It makes me responsible."
For a fraction of a second—
His smile faltered.
Then he roared.
Hellfire erupted outward in a sweeping inferno.
Without another word—
Sora vanished.
Not blurred.
Not accelerated.
Vanished.
*Celeritas Divina*
'Light Is Speed'
She did not cross distance.
She invalidated it.
A beam of sunlight reflecting off Mor'gan's own flames—
Pain.
A vertical line of cyan split across his torso.
He had not seen movement.
Had not sensed displacement.
Had not perceived intent.
He had only felt consequence.
She reappeared in the reflection of his own blazing armor.
She emerged from it.
A spear of condensed radiance pierced downward.
Mor'gan barely reacted in time to raise a flaming barrier—
It shattered.
The impact drove him into the earth.
Before debris could settle—
She was gone again.
Reappearing through a shard of reflected light in the air behind him.
A horizontal arc of pure cyan carved across his front.
The wound did not burn.
It purified.
It refused to regenerate.
Mor'gan roared and spun—
But there was nothing to see.
No silhouette.
No afterimage.
No distortion.
She was not "fast."
She was wherever light existed.
And light—
Was everywhere.
A dozen strikes rained down in less than a heartbeat.
Each one precisely placed.
Shoulder joint.
Inner thigh.
Collarbone.
Rib seam.
Each wound shallow—
But precise
Measured.
Not frantic.
Execution.
He snarled, unleashing a spiraling inferno in all directions..
Entire sections of forest evaporated.
Sora dissolved into incorporeal radiance.
Flames passed through light.
She reformed above him—
A spear of condensed brilliance drove into his shoulder.
Purification suppressed demonic regeneration.
Life Drain activated.
And then—
He felt it.
A pull.
Subtle at first.
Like blood loss.
But deeper.
More existential.
His vitality.
Being siphoned.
Not violently.
Not greedily.
But steadily.
Deliberately.
*Vita Aeterna Dominus*
'Life Is Power'
The energy torn from him did not scatter.
It flowed.
Threads of faint crimson vitality unraveled from his towering form—
And were absorbed into the cyan-white halo orbiting Sora.
Converted.
Refined.
Transmuted into divine output.
Mor'gan staggered.
"You dare—"
A pillar of hellfire detonated upward.
Sora dissolved into radiance before it touched her.
Incorporeal brilliance.
The flames passed through empty light.
She reformed behind him instantly—
A radiant blade drove into his side.
More vitality siphoned.
Faster now.
His movements slowed—
Not drastically.
But measurably.
Meanwhile—
Her aura grew denser.
Not chaotic.
Structured.
Balanced.
Life replenished Light.
Light executed judgment.
Closed loop..
Null stared upward, stunned.
"She's not even casting," he muttered.
[Authority expression no longer requires conventional spell architecture.]
Mor'gan swung blindly, unleashing waves of infernal pressure in all directions.
Entire sections of forest disintegrated.
Yet every time destruction occurred—
Life answered.
Grass regrew mid-burn.
Charred bark resealed.
The battlefield itself began rejecting him.
Sora reappeared directly before his face.
Her white eye glowed brighter.
"You fed on this land."
Her voice carried no anger.
Only decree.
"You do not have permission."
A point-blank burst of concentrated radiance erupted.
Not explosive—
Condensed.
Like a star forced into a blade's edge.
It carved through his chest.
The earlier gash widened.
Still would not regenerate.
His vitality flow destabilized.
He retaliated with a crushing backhand—
She was gone before muscle fibers contracted.
Appearing above him—
Below him—
Within the reflection of his own blazing armor—
Every strike landed at light-speed intervals beyond causality's recognition..
He could not track her.
Could not predict her.
Could not drain her.
The roles had reversed completely.
Before—
He siphoned her mana.
Now—
She siphoned his existence.
Slowly.
Steadily.
Inevitably.
His towering infernal form began to dim.
Flames flickered unevenly.
His strikes grew heavier—
Less precise.
Each second—
His vitality drained.
Each second—
Her synchronization increased.
Utilization stable at 10%.
Strain negligible.
Efficiency rising.
Mor'gan roared one final time and unleashed a battlefield-wide eruption of hellfire meant to consume everything indiscriminately.
Sora hovered in the center.
She did not evade.
She raised one hand.
Life Authority surged.
The surrounding forest answered.
Roots erupted from the ground—
Not mundane roots—
Vitality-infused conduits.
They absorbed the hellfire's thermal force—
Transmuted it—
Converted the violent energy into life essence—
Fed it back into her halo.
Mor'gan stared.
For the first time—
Open dread bled through his arrogance.
"You—"
Sora's cyan eye sharpened.
Light gathered.
Not scattered beams.
Not scattered strikes.
One line.
Perfect.
From her fingertip to his core.
"I am not your prey."
She vanished—
Reappearing inside his guard.
Inside his perception gap.
Inside the space before intent becomes action.
Light-speed thrust.
The radiant line pierced through his heart-core.
Not explosive.
Not theatrical.
Absolute.
Purification surged through demonic tissue.
Meanwhile—
The siphoning intensified.
No longer subtle.
Wild.
Accelerating.
His vitality streamed from him in visible currents, feeding her halo like tributaries to a second sun.
His regeneration failed completely.
Flames sputtered.
His massive body trembled.
For the first time—
Mor'gan stepped backward.
Cornered.
Every direction illuminated.
Every shadow filled.
Every escape vector invalidated.
He swung weakly.
She was already behind him.
Another strike.
Another siphon.
Another seal placed upon his wounds.
His voice dropped, stripped of performance.
"…What are you?"
The greater demon—
Who had arrived as catastrophe—
Now knelt, leaking life force.
His knees buckled.
Flames dimmed to embers.
And above him—
Hovering calmly—
Right eye cyan.
Left eye white.
"You mistook endurance for weakness," she said coldly.
"You mistook restraint for incapability."
Another flash—
Another precise strike—
Driving him to one knee.
The battlefield glowed with her structured radiance.
Every shadow filled.
Every escape route illuminated.
He was cornered not by walls—
But by inevitability.
His flames reduced to unstable embers.
His vitality continuing to pour from him into her dominion.
Sora regarded him without hatred.
Without rage.
Only unwavering resolve.
"This ends."
And this time—
Mor'gan could not laugh.