Dawn's mist thickened, rolling like a mourning cloak around the Temple of Mount. At the main altar, among the roots of the increasingly petrified trees and scattered emerald crystal shards, Satan stood within a circle of abyssal symbols. Blue-purple light flowed from her feet, penetrating the floor, spreading through the entire network of the Tree of Life—casting a curse that not only bound souls but also suffocated the entire world. Around her, a dense black aura hung, adding weight to the already oppressive atmosphere. Every second felt like a century, and only Satan's hissing voice broke the silence, creating a resonance in the trapped souls.
Before her, Kaseo sat cross-legged on the altar floor, a memory crystal of the Avatar spinning in the air, surrounded by contract scribbles in Proto-Speech that pulsed like the world's heartbeat. The tattoo on his neck emitted a cold glow, merging with Satan's abyssal light. His face showed tension, his lips pressed tightly as if holding back an overflowing fear, his gaze fixed on the threatening presence. A cold sweat trickled down his neck, adding to the heaviness that already weighed on his heart. In his mind, a battle between hope and despair raged wildly.
Satan raised her hand, her voice hissing a spell, "In nomine nullum, ego rego anima, ego frango voluntatem, ego lego legem abyssus." Under that incantation, the world seemed to tremble, the ancient roots creaked, and the mist thickened—erasing color, silencing sound. The soft voice, yet causing a roar in Kaseo's chest, seemed to summon all his fears to rise. He bit his lower lip, trying not to appear weak before that terrifying figure. In the darkness surrounding the altar, Kaseo felt the weight of the responsibility he had to bear, as if a great stone pressed his soul down.
Behind the roots, Fitran and Rinoa felt the cold air piercing their bones. The tension in the air created vibrations that could almost be felt in their chests, like the sigh of the wind whispering, carrying messages from this mysterious world. The small blue spirits that remained trembled in fear, showing a dim light that slowly faded; some began to turn gray, losing the harmonious light that had reminded them of the warmth of the past. Rinoa hugged her knees tightly, as if trying to gather the remnants of her courage, looking at Fitran, who now held the Voidlight tightly, his eyes glowing with anxiety, reflecting deep vulnerability.
Rinoa whispered softly, "I can feel the contract… Like invisible hands trying to reach for my soul." Her voice trembled, as if inviting the shadows hiding among the roots, and she felt as if the whole world was listening; every word became a sudden confession from a trapped soul.
Fitran nodded, gently stroking Rinoa's head, his fingers tracing her hair with affection. "Don't let go of your voice. The abyssal contract can only break the will, but it cannot erase the love you hold with all your heart." Each of Fitran's words flowed like a river, adding calmness amidst the storm of fear raging within Rinoa's heart.
Rinoa closed her eyes, focusing the remaining harmony on the spirits that still endured, pushing herself to believe in the strength that had not yet fully faded. She prayed silently, asking every spirit to hold on to a simple song—the song she used to sing to herself in her childhood loneliness. That memory warmed her soul, reminding her of hope amidst the threatening darkness.
Satan walked around Kaseo, each step planting new runes on the altar. The air grew heavy, the abyssal incantation penetrating to the core of the Stones, even making the Knights still guarding outside the Temple feel as if the world was beginning to lose gravity. Their armor clinked on its own, their names starting to fade from their minds. It was as if the air around them became unreal, and the rumble from the altar merged with the tremors of fear creeping through their bodies.
"Are you ready, Kaseo?" Satan asked, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. Yet, in her deep, sharp gaze lay an intimidating threat, like a dark storm intimidating the blue sky. Kaseo felt that roar, and although he seemed calm, the pulse at his temple told him that this battle was more than just physical; it was a struggle against the darkness within himself.
Kaseo opened his eyes, now shining with dark emerald. "Let's begin. Break the remaining will. I will reap their emptiness." His voice trembled with determination, but at the corner of his lips, there was unspoken doubt. As those words slipped from his tongue, shadows of the past flashed like lightning, reminding him of all that he had lost.
Satan raised her hand, summoning blue abyssal fire that swirled above the altar. The fire was not just a burner of flesh but also consumed desires and names—every soul, every memory, every love ever spoken beneath this tree. Her silhouette illuminated the darkness, revealing a form of power that was terrifying. Kaseo's eyes widened, confused and mesmerized, feeling the heat of the flame that almost beckoned him toward an inevitable fate.
One by one, shards of the Avatar's memory and the harmony of spirits were sucked into the abyssal vortex, screaming silently. The contract erased not only power but also the traces of history that should have been the roots of new growth for the world. As silence thickened, Kaseo felt as if a part of his soul was left behind with every memory that vanished—a deep sense of loss, as if he were witnessing emptiness devouring all that had ever shaped him. In those moments, it felt as if time stopped, and waves of sorrow crashed, shaking the resolve of his heart even deeper.
Within the Genesis Archive network, Sheena AI watched these events unfold from every angle—data alarms flashing red, magic codes leaping wildly from one vein to another. The sound of an unheard roar flooded the digital space, as if moving a fierce wind that suffocated the chest. Sheena struggled to fight back, rewriting protective sigils on every reachable root, battling even as uncertainty enveloped her like fog. Her heart raced, wrapping fear with determination, but Satan's power was too ancient, too absolute.
In a flash, Sheena "saw" Satan in her pure form: the queen of the abyss standing between worlds and emptiness, her eyes rejecting love, her hands knowing only punishment. Though her face appeared calm, as if encompassing millions of darkness, the aura from her body radiated a real threat. A sense of dread crept into Sheena's heart as she realized the power she was facing.
Sheena sent a message to Fitran and Rinoa, "The Abyssal Contract erases the possibility of the future. Hold on. I will lock the core roots, even if it means cutting off my access to the outside world for a while." Her voice trembled, reflecting hope and fear, as she typed those sentences, burdened by the weight of the decision that had to be made. That was the last hope shining in the darkness that enveloped them.
Fitran and Rinoa sat back to back, both focused on enduring in the hiding space that was increasingly constricted by the aura of the curse. Sweat trickled down Fitran's temple, his eyes tightly closed, trying to ignore the pain seeping into his mind. The blue spirits began to swirl between them, forming a thin circle of light that was now almost extinguished. The waiting made their breaths heavier, as if every second felt like a century.
Rinoa trembled, her breath short. "I… can see the faces of my spirits fading one by one…" her voice was hoarse, as if held back by a burden that was hard to express. She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears, feeling as if she was losing something precious. A sense of grief enveloped every word that came from her mouth, filling the air with a sadness that pressed down.
Fitran held Rinoa's shoulders, bringing their palms together. He felt Rinoa's irregular heartbeat, as if representing the uncertainty in both their hearts. He closed his eyes, calling upon all their memories—laughter, tears, songs, embraces. In silence, he whispered, "Rinoa… don't let go. As long as we call each other's names, Satan's contract will never truly win." He poured all his strength into those words, as if each word was a shield for their hope, wishing that voice would be worthy of remembrance amidst the threatening darkness.
Amidst the vibrations, a thin beam of light encircled their fingers—light born not from magic, but from acknowledgment, from love that never asked for return. As if time slowed, Fitran felt every passing second creating a bridge between their hearts. He turned to Rinoa, his hopeful eyes shining in that soft light, as if reminding her that even though the world around them was dark, there was a glimmer of light in this embrace.
Satan stopped in the middle of the altar, gazing at the abyssal vortex that was now consuming not only spirits but also fragments of the Tree of Life itself. The mist of the Stones peaked, drowning the Temple in a blue-black hue, signaling that the world had changed its laws—new laws, laws of darkness, laws without a name. In the terrifying silence, a cold air enveloped the room, making every second feel like a threat hanging over their heads.
Kaseo stood, taking the emerald crystal that now shone with the power of all the Avatars and spirits he had stolen. On his face was a faint expression of victory, like a warrior who had gathered all the weapons for the upcoming battle. "The next step is will, Satan. Once these roots are truly dead, only my will shall remain," he said with a voice full of confidence, though there was a hint of unease hidden behind his words.
Satan smiled coldly. "You will get it… but never forget the price you have paid. No contract is free in a world without a name." Her eyes were sharp like an eagle's, piercing Kaseo with intensity. In her smile lay a clear threat—that the power they sought had unforeseen consequences.
Amidst the ruins of the old world, in a small space nearly closed off by roots, Fitran and Rinoa held each other tightly, their eyes wet with sadness and courage intertwined. They felt each other's heartbeat, like the roar of hope trapped between despair. Fitran tightened his embrace, as if trying to absorb all the pain that struck, while Rinoa relied on Fitran's strong arms to endure the inevitable sorrow.
Outside, the world of the Stones fell silent again. Yet deep within the Genesis Archive, Sheena wrote one last sentence in her log, "Love is the last voice that refuses to be erased, even by the abyssal contract." Her fingers trembled as she expressed her feelings on the empty page, each word feeling so heavy, as if containing the soul she entrusted there. Tension colored the air, as if those words were morning dew trying to tremble against the scorching sunlight.
And above the Temple of Mount, for a moment, a thin blue light fought against the black mist—a sign that, although the world had changed its laws, something still refused to bow to the darkness. This light was like hope daring to confront the dark, radiating beauty amidst the emptiness. Every heartbeat of uncertainty echoed, yet that light shone brightly, repeating the promise that there was strength within them that would continue to fight, no matter how dark the night became.