KEIICHI MIURA

"Do you have any questions before I continue, young man?" The voice of the projection fixed its gaze on me, leaving me astounded by its presence.

"In all honesty, isn’t this merely a recorded message?" I asked in awe, struggling to comprehend the intricacies of this ethereal encounter.

"Indeed, it is a recording, but not an ordinary one. Contained within this artefact is the entirety of the 9th Overseer’s research and knowledge, inscribed in a higher-dimensional script that surpasses human comprehension. That is why I am here, serving as your guide, enabling you to plunge into this vast ocean of knowledge," the projection explained with a hint of reverence.

A sigh of understanding escaped my lips as I began to grasp the true significance of its existence. The concept of an intangible entity transcending the confines of physicality fascinated and bewildered me simultaneously.

"So, in essence, you are akin to an intelligent robot without a corporeal form?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued by the nature of this enigmatic guide.

"Precisely. I lack a physical manifestation and exist solely to assist you. My capabilities are restricted to answering queries pertaining to the knowledge stored within this artifact. I have not been exposed to anything beyond it." The projection clarified itself, revealing the limitations of its existence.

Although its explanation seemed plausible, I decided to test the boundaries of its knowledge.

"What can you tell me about the void order?" I probed, awaiting a response that would shed light on this topic.

Suddenly, the projection began to distort, its form blending into the surrounding air. After a brief moment, it regained its composure and spoke in a robotic voice lacking any emotion: Regrettably, this particular information is not contained within my database."

Understanding the boundaries of this enigmatic entity, a sigh escaped my lips, acknowledging the limitations of its knowledge.

"Now, if you have any inquiries concerning lune, the energy of death and misfortune, I am at your disposal," the projection stated, reverting to its normal posture, ready to provide insights into this arcane force.

Pondering for a moment, I carefully formulated my next question, eager to delve deeper into the mysteries that lay ahead.

"You mentioned earlier that Lune had been deemed extinct when it was overcome by Sol. However, you also mentioned that there are certain exceptional circumstances where lune can still be encountered. Could you elaborate on what you meant by that?" I inquired, my curiosity driving me to delve deeper into this enigmatic concept.

The projection paused, seemingly considering the best way to convey its response. Then, with a gentle yet profound voice, it began to shed light on the matter.

"When a living being reaches the end of their mortal journey, the life flowing within their body undergoes a profound transformation. It darkens and starts to flow backward, transforming into lune. " He explained.

"If lune becomes present in the atmosphere upon separation from the physical vessel, why have we not discovered it until now? Is there a reason it has remained elusive?" I inquired, hoping to uncover the underlying factors contributing to this enigma.

The projection acknowledged the depth of my question, its form shimmering with a subtle glow as it prepared to provide a more comprehensive explanation.

"The reason for the elusiveness of lune lies in the encounter between the liberated lune and the vast ocean of sol within the atmosphere. In a mere fraction of a second, the opposing energies collide, causing the lune to dissipate." He began.

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"Just as a bucket filled with black paint would dissolve into the boundless expanse of a vast blue sea, the lune quickly merges and vanishes within the sol present in the atmosphere," the projection clarified, its words painting a vivid analogy that vividly captured the fleeting nature of this encounter.

As soon as the words reached my ears, a peculiar sensation stirred within my body. It felt as if a void within me was gradually being filled as a newfound understanding blossomed within my consciousness.

With the knowledge that my nexus was intricately linked to death and that lune represented the energy of death manifestations, I realised that delving deeper into the concept of lune held the key to refining my sol-weaving abilities.

It became apparent that the manifestation of the black mist I had wielded functioned in a similar manner to the power of lune. Just like lune dissipated into the vast sea of sol, I needed to sustain the mist through constant manifestation; otherwise, it would dissipate.

Additionally, the mist possessed the ability to drain the vitality of those it touched, mirroring the way lune negated sol. This realisation compelled me to seek further confirmation.

"If you possess knowledge about sol and lune, it is plausible that you are familiar with sol-weaving as well. Considering my nexus is ‘death,’ could there be a connection between my nexus and the energy you mentioned?" I queried, eagerly awaiting the projection’s response.

A momentary pause ensued before the projection spoke again. "Demonstrate your abilities to me," it requested.

Without hesitation, I tapped into the first phase of sol-weaving, channelling my energy. The surrounding atmosphere responded, coalescing into a vibrant black mist that enveloped me. To my surprise, the projection recoiled and widened its eyes in astonishment.

"Without a doubt! Young man, what you have manifested is none other than a physical embodiment of ‘Lune.’ Your nexus is not death but lune itself! By converting sol into lune, you simulate the experience of the death of a person," the projection exclaimed, its voice filled with awe and disbelief.

Upon hearing those words, a sudden pang of pain coursed through my body, accompanied by a shifting and morphing of the black mist that surrounded me. Once the pain subsided, the projection cautiously approached, taking measured steps towards me.

"I comprehend now. Young man, with the knowledge you have acquired, your sol-weaving powers are evolving. You are on the cusp of attaining the second phase of lune-weaving," the projection elucidated, its words brimming with a sense of anticipation.

A smile formed on my face as a sense of familiarity and rediscovery washed over me. Finally, I could grasp the true essence of my powers, understanding the profound connection between myself and Lune.

"Second phase, you say? Does that imply I will gain the ability to manipulate the light I manifest? Although the flow of sol cannot be manipulated, would that not be the same case with lune?" I inquired, seeking further clarification on the intricacies of lune-weaving.

"You have keen observation skills." Logically, your hypothesis is correct. However, the laws of the cosmos do not apply to you in the same way. Lune is your nexus, a manifestation of your own nature. As a result, you can bypass this rule and directly manipulate the manifested lune." He responded.

"Mastering this power will allow you to reach unprecedented heights, far exceeding the capabilities of anyone else. I will do everything I can to assist you, because that is my goal: to guide you to understanding ‘lune.’" The projection progressed, revealing the astonishing nature of lune-weaving and its boundless possibilities.

A glimmer of hope illuminated my being as I assimilated the wealth of information bestowed upon me. The realisation of possessing such a groundbreaking power, coupled with the blessing of eternal vigour, ignited a fire within me. I understood that this combination held the potential to exponentially amplify my strength in an astonishingly short span of time.

The absence of a Herald and the loss of Wallace only reinforced the urgency of my quest. To confront the looming threat of the Void Order head-on, I needed to amass unrivalled power. With each passing moment, the weight of responsibility pressed upon my shoulders, urging me to shift my complete focus towards relentless training and the mastery of my newfound abilities.

Gone were the days of leisurely exploration and casual encounters. The path ahead demanded unwavering dedication and unwavering resolve. Every ounce of my being would be dedicated to honing my sol-weaving skills, delving deeper into the mysteries of lune-weaving, and harnessing the full potential of my nexus.

"I vow to train relentlessly, pushing myself to the limits of exhaustion. My sole focus will be to grow stronger and stronger until I can exact my revenge. Every last one of them will fall from my hand. Mrizem, Indikar, Peachith... wait for me, for I am coming." I declared.

My resolute words reverberated within the depths of the cave, reinforcing my newfound determination.