The sky above the continent of Earth transforms, spread with a mysterious and unexpected hue.
Not a roaring storm.
Not a burning light.
But a deafening silence, enveloping everything in profound quiet.
Sky watchers, captivated by the strange phenomenon, see an unusual pattern: a clear spiral slowly expanding in the sky, giving the impression that something unseen is representing itself.
And in the midst of that mysterious spiral, above the majestic ruins of Narthrador, Fitran Fate stands tall.
His hand grips the Origin Code, now intact—but holding one anomaly:
Symbol ∴⁇
A form that has yet to find meaning, and precisely because of its uncertainty, contains all possibilities.
That day... Fitran decided to activate the Origin Code.
Not to change the world for the better.
Not to bring Rinoa back into his arms.
Not to destroy the existing system.
But to test:
Can the world… still accept something unfinished?
Full Activation: Origin Code – Forma Remanentia
An existential code that contains all forms of will that have never been fulfilled—silent memories, unreciprocated love, neglected voices.
When activated, this code does not emit power, but spreads the honest existential imperfection throughout the fabric of reality.
And as those words flowed from Fitran's mind, the wind whispered softly, carrying a deep sense of loss, as if the universe itself felt that uncertainty. The ever-expanding spiral created a subtle vibration, challenging every soul to hear the call from the depths of their existence, like an unbroken river flowing toward the ocean of consciousness.
From the silent ruins, unanswered souls began to gather, shadowy forms taking shape amidst the dim light, moving in a silent dance. With each heartbeat, Fitran could feel the presence of other entities trapped in time, waiting for new hope to emerge from the void, like flowers blooming from the cracks in the stone.
The Origin Code floated in the air, its presence creating a mystical aura. The Voidwright symbols spun slowly, shimmering like stars reflected on the surface of water, then merging—not in harmony, but in stable tension, a symphony of chaos.
In the silent calm, the air vibrated with a palpable presence, as if the space between them was filled with hope and doubt blending into one. Each spinning symbol delivered a soft glow, creating an illusion of uncertainty that was both tempting and captivating for those who observed it closely.
The symbol ∴⁇ remained at the center, pulsing irregularly, like an unsteady heartbeat yet full of meaning.
Each pulse... affected one part of the world:
A child who almost forgot her mother suddenly remembered a warm and soothing lullaby.
A poet trapped in the darkness of his mind decided to write one more stanza, creating light within his sorrow.
An old machine that lost its master, observing the world around it, began to wonder if it could walk alone, exploring a freedom it had never experienced.
But the world's system did not remain still.
As if an unseen entity swept toward the unexpected, each moment vibrated, challenging existence itself. In a static circle of time, the noisy voices of impending decisions began to fill the space, creating waves of uncertainty that seemed unavoidable and burdened the atmosphere.
From within the hidden layers of Deus, a reaction emerged:
"Central System: ALERT."
"Origin Code has been declared ACTIVE with a non-convergent symbol."
"Automatic Response: Blockade of Anomaly Meaning Dissemination."
Fitran felt the air thicken, as if the future pressed against him.
The layers of the world began to lock, one by one, like invisible doors closing tightly before him.
In the midst of the tension enveloping him, Fitran realized that he was not merely a spectator; he was part of a larger puzzle—a fragment in the unpredictable architecture of reality, connected in mysterious ways to other unexpected ends.
The laws of time wrapped around him, like invisible ropes binding all hopes and fears. Gravity pressed against his body, creating a sensation as if the weight of the world flowed into him. Even words, which usually served as anchors, began to fade from his mind, as if all meaning was displaced by silence.
The system had only one decision: "If this meaning cannot be controlled, then it must not be spread."
Yet Fitran… smiled.
He raised his left hand—and did not resist.
Instead, he released the Origin Code into the air.
"It is not I who spreads it."
"But they who choose to believe in their own wounds."
Voidwright Spell: Null Release – Do Not Keep Me Alone
Not an explosion of magic. But a permission. Allowing anyone with wounds to touch a part of the Origin Code. Not to exploit—but to be acknowledged.
In the chilling silence, as if time paused for a moment, pain and regret filled the air, uniting in an invisible wave of empathy. Each soul touched by that contact felt a deep sincerity, as if the illusions that had constrained them began to shatter, revealing the vulnerability behind their masks.
Thousands of clear particles spread like invisible petals dancing in the wind. They did not enter people's bodies but touched their souls—without force.
The soft light billowed, gracefully swirling among the dark points of neglected and forgotten thoughts, signaling the presence of a hope that was quite bright. At the meeting point between the visible and the invisible, each touch created a bridge, bringing them closer to a profound understanding: that they were not alone in the winding journey of life.
And the world... began to respond.
A former general opened a love letter from her old enemy and shed tears full of meaning. An old beggar in the ancient city suddenly stood up, calling his mother's name with a trembling voice, a memory that came back to life after being long neglected. An old, rusty, and unused machine... began to write its first poem, words flowing from parts that seemed to have rested for a long time.
But the system grew increasingly panicked.
"Origin Code exceeds limits."
"Consequences cannot be calculated."
"Activate human will rejection protocol."
The sky opened with a whirring sound, and from within it... descended a nameless mechanism. A giant entity—not merely a creature, but pure function that vibrated reality itself.
For a moment, the light from that entity shimmered in an indescribable spectrum of colors—seemingly creating a shimmering web of light, gently creeping across the dark sky. Every eye facing it seemed to witness the truth in its purest form, touching the depths of the buried soul where understanding and uncertainty intertwined like two sides of a coin. The tension escalated, and the echoing voice of the universal system resonated in the ears of those listening, warning of an inevitable change, a change that seemed to await to uncover the fragility of existence.
Name: EX-0: The Frame of Null Consensus
Function: To erase all meanings that lack systemic consensus.
Its form resembled a giant mirror walking, reflecting shadows that not only mirrored the physical but also the emptiness. It did not attack with energy—it absorbed meanings that were not approved by the majority of the system, swallowing desires and hopes as if they were mere dust in the wind. On its chest was written: "Undefined = Unwanted."
In the rumble of silence, the resonance of each step created dark waves that confused—waves flowing with ambiguity, as if the world around them conspired to forget the essence of existence itself. This universe, on the brink of the arrogance of definition, fell silent in unspoken fear, as if waiting for an acknowledgment from the side of darkness.
EX-0 stepped toward Fitran, each step seemingly sucking color from the air, leaving an empty space behind it. Yet, Fitran did not retreat. He stood tall amidst the particles of the Origin Code now surrounding him like dust of hope dancing in the dim light. And he spoke softly, breaking the suffocating silence:
"I know I am not a definition."
"But I am... a space for those who are undefined."
In the tense silence, the form of the entity felt as if it absorbed the light from the souls praying in the invisible corners. This spiritual energy created shadows in Fitran's soul—a single question touched, wavering in his mind, and a forgotten hope buried in darkness.
EX-0 raised its large glass arm, slowly yet surely, as if grasping infinite power at its fingertips.
But before it could strike with a force that shook,
a figure soared from the sky,
Wings cracked, body trembling, and eyes glowing from the deepest wounds,
Beelzebub.
"You will not touch him, System."
"Because I am more of a demon than all the mistakes you have ever erased."
"And this time... I stand not out of hatred."
"I stand because of love."