Atlantis Magic School Tower – Laboratory Three
Thirteen Magi sat in a circle. In the center of the room was an empty space—not an ordinary emptiness, but an active void. Thin cracks vibrated in the air, like clear glass on the verge of shattering. They referred to it as the Null Space.
"This is the remnant of the magical field when Fitran used the Voidspell," said Magus Tenebril, recording the reactions in the air with an aetheric pen. Tenebril, a former prominent student from the oldest magical institution, had long been obsessed with forbidden powers. His deep insights drove him to boldness, yet his desire to understand the Void gnawed at his morality.
"There are no elements. No temperature. No gravity… as if this space is unacknowledged by reality," remarked the other, Archmagus Orliun. Renowned for his philosophical approach, Orliun consistently questioned the limits of magic. The bitter experience of losing a friend due to the dangerous use of magic had taught him that some things are better left unexplored.
"And if this develops…"
They all knew. The world could become flawed. Voidwright Magic is not destructive magic—rather, it is anti-structure magic, which attacks the fundamental ideas of existence. Among them sat Magus Cyndar, an innovator who once shook the world of magic with new discoveries, now deep in thought. He felt the pull of the Void with an insatiable curiosity, even as shadows crept back: the monumental failure when he ignored warnings and attempted to breach boundaries that should not have been crossed.
They had tried, inserting living beings—never to be found again. Sending signals—never to echo back. Reciting high-level spells—as if those words never existed. The youngest and most ambitious, Magus Lenthar, exclaimed, "We can control it! If we can bind a piece of Fitran magic and trap it within a runic seal, we might be able to… restructure the Void into something replicable." Raised in a family of magi, Lenthar always felt pressured to prove himself. He saw Voidspell as a bridge to the power and recognition he had always dreamed of.
Orliun shook his head. Struggling to control his emotions, he recalled the harrowing journey of battling unforeseen forces during the sealing ritual. "You cannot imprison something that has never acknowledged your existence." Even though he disagreed with Lenthar, his curiosity burned bright, yet he was acutely aware of the dangers involved in grappling with darkness.
In the corner of the room stood Magus Verithra, known for his healing skills, silently reflecting. The bitter experience of losing his friend during the Voidspell experiment while trying to save him lingered in his heart. He wanted to remind the others of their responsibilities, but fear of the Voidspell's repercussions made him doubt his own voice.
Beside Verithra stood Magus Zorath, a master of communication magic, contemplating the potential consequences if the Void were to touch deeper aspects of life. He understood that power should be used to unite, but in the face of this undefined threat, he felt haunted by nightmares depicting an emptiness that could engulf everything.
In the tense atmosphere, the exchange of glances among the Magus enriched the space, hinting at a fragile alliance before they became ensnared once more in a tangle of desires and fears: Knowledge or emptiness, pursuit or retreat.
And within his mind, a question began to take root:
"Was this magic created, or did Fitran merely unlock a doorway to an ancient void that had long been forcefully sealed by the order of magic?"
Gaia Palace – Midnight Balcony
Queen Iris stood alone, her gown gracefully dancing in the autumn wind. Below, the royal garden appeared as a painting too serene.
In front of her lay two letters:
A report from Aerisyl Moonshade, written in golden ink and signed in his own blood, declared that Fitran had become an absolute threat. Aerisyl, a Magus once revered as a protector and seeker of the mysteries of magic, now found himself ensnared in the darkness of his soul due to his decision to confront unforeseen powers. Heartbroken by betrayal, he vowed to bring justice to a world filled with lies.
A letter from Fitran, long ago. Brief, consisting of only one line:
I will protect this world for you, even if the world does not want me.
Her eyes misted over. Between her graceful hands, there echoed an unresolved feeling: a love that cannot possess, and cannot be extinguished.
Lord Albrecht Ironveil entered, bowing. He was a Magus of ancient lineage, a guardian of secrets kept by his family for centuries. With profound knowledge of ancient magic, Albrecht had grown wary of the Voidspell, determined to separate darkness from light by any means necessary. "Your Majesty, the Gaia Council has agreed. If he appears in Thirtos, we will activate the Glyph of Final Binding."
Iris did not respond immediately. Her gaze was fixed on the night sky, as if she were asking the stars: Should a queen sacrifice someone she loves for a world that never loves her back?
She knew that every Magus had a haunting history with the Voidspell. Magus Valeria, for instance, was known as the Doubt Breaker. She was a pioneer of the rituals once used to prevent the collapse of the magical world, but now, her heart lay shattered, trapped between love and pain. Motivated to prove to the world that her powers were beyond control, Valeria felt compelled to take a perilous path.
"What happens to someone… who refuses to be loved, yet cannot be completely hated?" she whispered to herself.
For years, Magus Lysandria, a close friend of Valeria, remained fixated on the same question. She witnessed the destruction of the magic she had once mastered, which stripped away the illusion of knowledge as she realized that not everything could be fully understood. Her desire to find truth amid chaos made her a daring seeker, though it often led to heartbreaking sacrifices.
Out there, there is a dark magic wielder, Soren, who bends the boundaries of sorcery in pursuit of power. With a shadowy past, he is eternally bound to the Voidspell, seizing every opportunity to enhance his skills, even as the threat to his realm increasingly haunts him. He believes that mastering the void will grant him true strength — an ambition that could spell disaster for all.
And within his heart, a decision begins to take root.
It is not a political decision. It is the choice of a woman who loves a man who has now become an idea. Since childhood, she has been forced to choose between love and responsibility, ensnaring her in the dilemma of personal happiness versus greater obligations. She feels that admiring the Magus, who has long been shrouded in darkness, is an unfulfilled longing. And how can one love an idea that threatens to negate one's existence?
Ironveil Main House, Thirtos City,
In a dark and vast room, there stood a round table made of black stone, seemingly from an ancient era. Lord Albrecht Ironveil, a tall man clad in legendary armor that shimmered in the dim light, sat upright. His cold face and emotionless expression were illuminated only by the flickering flames of the torches on the walls. Before him stood Vorrak, a large man with a piercing gaze and skin that appeared scorched by the ancient light, as if filled with unseen power.
"Lord Ironveil," Vorrak began, his voice resonating through the room, full of strength. "We know that Fitran is no ordinary opponent. However, we must find a way to bring him down. Since we were summoned for this meeting, I have been contemplating several strategies."
Lord Ironveil raised an eyebrow, his face remaining calm, yet his eyes conveyed much. "I have heard of Fitran's powers. However, it is not merely his physical strength that we must face. The magic he possesses is a far greater threat. We will need more than just raw power."
Vorrak approached, tilting his head with curiosity. "We know he masters both light and dark magic, but there are also rumors that he has bound himself to Beelzebub, turning him into an entity that erases identity. I believe that is the key to defeating him."
Lord Ironveil grasped the hilt of his sword, delving deeper into thought. "If that is true, we need to understand the extent of the power he has gained through that pact. What we are facing is no longer just a man. He has transcended what most can comprehend."
Vorrak nodded, sensing Ironveil's wisdom in his words. "There's something I've discovered. Something we might use to bring him down. Fitran not only wields magic, he is also connected to something much deeper. The influence of something older, more powerful. I know about Voidwright Magic that we could experiment with—something that could disrupt the link between his magic and his existence."
Lord Ironveil paused for a moment before speaking with a firm tone. "Voidwright Magic... I've heard whispers about it. However, we must tread carefully. If we fail, we could open a wound that cannot be closed. But if we succeed, we might tear down the veil shrouding Fitran, revealing his vulnerabilities."
Vorrak smiled darkly.
Lord Ironveil rose slowly, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, filled with both hope and tension. "If we succeed, then we will not only defeat Fitran. We will change the very fate of that world."
"Lord Ironveil," Vorrak said, looking at him seriously, "I know you think about defeating Fitran through conventional means. But I must tell you, he is no longer just an ordinary human. We, the Voidwright, are connected to powers that transcend this universe. If we wish to conquer him, we must understand that we cannot rely on old methods."
Lord Ironveil nodded, a bit taken aback, but he sensed something unusual within Vorrak. "So you and he... are the same?" he asked, his voice lowered, filled with a newfound understanding.
Vorrak sighed, as if contemplating the words he was about to speak. "Yes. We are both Voidwrights, entities that are not only connected to magic but also to the very forces of the universe itself. By dissolving the boundaries between existence and void, we can access potential far greater than anything ordinary magic could imagine."
Lord Ironveil straightened, feeling the rising tension. "What does that mean for us? Is there a way to use that power against Fitran?"
Vorrak smiled coldly, his eyes filled with dark comprehension. "There is one way. But it involves a significant sacrifice—a method to sever the bond that connects us to that power. If we can achieve this, we will render everything into void, even Fitran. However, this is not just mere magic. It is more than mere magic. It is a total destruction of existence."
Ironveil observed Vorrak, his demeanor cautious yet determined. "What you are proposing... are we truly prepared to face the consequences?"
Vorrak stared at him with a sharp gaze. "We have no choice, Lord Ironveil. This world must be restored, even if it means first destroying it."