The sea did not reflect the sky, for the sky had long since sunk within it. Above the swirling black ocean, Fitran stepped forward.
His footsteps made no ripples. There was no sound. Only an abyssal silence surrounded him.
Before him, Leviathan rose—a serpent of the world, with bones of delirium, skin of vengeance, and eyes made from the remnants of failed love.
"O author of all tragedies, I come not to fight you, but to rewrite the ending of this tale."
Fitran's body was enveloped in circles of magic, inscribed in a language long forgotten by the world. Scriptum Nihilo—the magic of the Voidwright, usable only by those willing to erase parts of their own soul to undo fate. In his left hand, a pen with no ink. In his right hand, a blank book that had never been completed.
Leviathan spoke without a mouth, its voice slicing through the air. This Voidwright magic created a tremor, as if the sea itself were splitting apart, conjuring waves that stirred both fear and longing in every soul that heard it.
"Capulet loves Montague. Thus, he must die."
"Montague loves Capulet. Thus, he must kill."
As Fitran lifted the pen and infused it with magical energy, the air grew heavy and trembled, creating a distortion that warped the reality around him. Dark waves surged forth, and in the proud silence, he uttered the first incantation, Void Magic: Shatter Reality. An explosion of energy spread, producing flickering shards of time and space that rocked the very essence of Leviathan. The colossal serpent staggered but quickly rose in thunderous rage, swinging its tail and unleashing a black storm that surged back towards Fitran.
Fitran moved with agility, leaping to the side to evade the onslaught while his magic surged onward, summoning Void Magic: Abyssal Grasp. With hands raised, he conjured shadowy hands that reached out towards Leviathan. The hands succeeded in grasping part of Leviathan's body, pulling it downward as if trying to wrench it from this world. However, Leviathan resisted fiercely; its body radiated dark light, revealing Void Magic: Serpent's Wrath. Lightning crackled from its form, piercing through the darkness with fiery brilliance, incinerating everything it touched, including Fitran's shadowy hands.
As the battle raged on, the intensity escalated. Leviathan began to summon its full power, invoking Void Magic: Cataclysmic Roar. The deafening sound crashed into Fitran, unleashing a wave of ancient energy that shook the ocean floor and created massive waves ready to engulf everything in their path. Fitran had to muster all his courage to cast the final spell: Void Magic: Final Redemption. Writing in the air with his pen, he formed glowing, poetic symbols. In a tense moment, those symbols pulsed and flowed, splitting the waves and forming a barrier against Leviathan's might, channeling new energy into the fight.
The sea split apart. Thousands of versions of two ancient names rose from the waves.
Juliet with a dagger in hand. Romeo shooting himself in the temple.
They were not illusions. They were real—echoes from a failed era, from a love that never came to be.
Fitran lifted his pen. Scriptum Nihilo ignited a deep blue-black hue, reminiscent of an old, unhealed wound. With a single motion, he inscribed in the air:
"Tale Severance."
Light and shadow weave a narrative thread, sliced by an abstract sword forged from the darkness. This spell, known as Tale Severance, separates intertwined narratives and clears a path for trapped energies to break free from the chains of old tales. It is a manifestation of the Voidwright magic system, where each narrative carries profound power and meaning. This reminds us that in love, sometimes we must let go to rediscover ourselves.
At the edge of the split sea, the distortion of reality ripples like waves on the water's surface. Fitran stands tall, sensing the tension in the air as Leviathan, a colossal figure seemingly made of flowing waves, emerges from the darkness, its eyes glowing with a haunting blue light. All around them, the atmosphere buzzes with lightning reflecting magical colors, creating an anomaly in the region that seems to vibrate with energy.
Void Magic: Ethereal Grasp! With a swift motion of his hand, Fitran unleashes the spell, conjuring a shadowy hand that creeps toward Leviathan. The hand wraps around the giant's body, disrupting its movement and causing it to pause momentarily. However, Leviathan roars, sweeping the shadowy hand aside with a wave of power that sends a tremor through the atmosphere. The water around them splashes wildly, forming a swirling water tornado.
At that moment, Fitran realized he needed to intensify his attacks. Abyssal Magic: Tidal Surge! Instantly, a massive wave erupted from the remnants of reality, flooding Leviathan with tremendous power. Leviathan created a vortex around itself, but the water only amplified Fitran's magic, aiming to trap Leviathan in the midst of the turbulence.
As the wave subsided, Leviathan let out an enraged scream and unleashed a terrifying magical radiation, creating visual distortions around it, as if time had slowed. Fitran felt a biting chill, Elemental Magic: Frost Armor! In an instant, his body was surrounded by gleaming ice, providing protection as he prepared for a counterattack. Leviathan unleashed a large wave attack, but Fitran quickly jumped aside, dodging the freezing splashes of water and retaliating with Void Magic: Dark Embrace that spread towards Leviathan.
Fitran and Leviathan engaged in a dance of defense and attack, surrounded by a tumultuous sea that vibrated unpredictably. The sky above them fractured into faint colors as each spell pierced the boundaries of reality. This battle was an epic duel, two opposing beings struggling against the narrative barriers they sought to dismantle. Something had to be won, and in every fragment of magic transferred from one to the other, it became evident that whatever happened, only one would emerge from this conflict unscathed.
Sihir ini memisahkan narasi yang telah menyatu. Fitran menggunakan sihir ini untuk memisahkan energi Leviathan dari kisah Capulet dan Montague, menjadikannya makhluk lepas dari sumber makanannya. Menyobek realitas naratif, membuat Leviathan menjadi tidak stabil karena kehilangan
This magic separates the intertwined narrative. Fitran uses this magic to disconnect Leviathan's energy from the Capulet and Montague tale, making it a creature severed from its source of sustenance. With a determined step, Fitran advances into the battlefield that has transformed into a magical arena, where the distortion of reality blurs the boundaries between the real world and the legendary realm. The spirit of the wind swirls around him, and the sky above sparkles with an eerie light. Void Magic: Dark Embrace escapes his lips, creating a wave of energy that envelops Leviathan, causing it to sway in chaos. Ripping through the narrative reality, in moments that feel like eternity, Leviathan screams—a sound that shakes the heart of the earth, creating cracks in the ground, while its dark shadow moves wildly like a storm.
Leviathan charges towards Fitran with astonishing speed, its body like a crashing wave. With a surge of overwhelming fury, it swings one of its massive claws at Fitran, generating a blast of wind that tears through the air. Fitran sidesteps, activating Arcane Shield: Ether Guard to block the deadly attack. The magic energy pulses around him as the shield shatters, reflecting shards of Leviathan's power into the sky.
"You won't get me that easily!" Fitran shouted, his gaze sharp and unwavering. He incanted Elemental Magic: Fire Barrier, conjuring a wall of flames that surged between them. The fire blazed fiercely, incinerating the remnants of Leviathan's shattered form as it crashed against the barrier. Yet, the flames could not quell the insatiable hunger that enveloped the creature.
The intensity of the battle escalated as Leviathan coiled its massive body, unleashing a devastating wave of energy that rippled through the surroundings. Magical distortions shattered the ground, uprooting trees from their places. Fitran summoned his remaining strength, focusing on Mana Manipulation: Tidal Surge, drawing water into a towering wave, poised to engulf Leviathan. The colossal torrent swallowed the creature as though time itself had slowed—Leviathan struggled with all its might, but the instability of its power only worsened the situation.
The thread of fate connecting the stories of Capulet and Montague was violently torn from the body of Leviathan. The giant creature howled—but the sound failed to pierce the emptiness. It swallowed Romeo, devoured Juliet, absorbed the tragedy. And now—it was hungry.
"You have no more stories to consume, oh Leviathan." said Fitran. "Now, it is love that writes you." With this statement, Fitran added an emotional burden to the magic he had wielded—redirecting love as a force for healing, yet also leaving behind a deep pain for himself and triggering the potential for emptiness in the future.
He opened the blank book. Then, from within it, emerged the final quill:
"With the quill of curses, I rewrite the name of the devil."
"Judgement Spell: Beelzebub's Quill – The Ninth Rewrite," Fitran declared. A massive quill appeared in the sky, inscribing glowing letters onto the water, incinerating the name "Leviathan" and replacing it with "Void." With this spell, the physical presence of Leviathan vanished, leaving only emptiness—reflecting the power to erase the old so that the new could be born.
This was the cursed quill, a tool only wielded by those who had experienced erasure. It belonged to Fitran, who had sacrificed his name, face, and history to become the Voidwright, the author of what should not be written. He was acutely aware of the emotional weight he bore, understanding that each word he inscribed was not merely ink, but a piece of his very soul.
From within the shadows, Leviathan emerged, his figure shimmering with a dark aura that sent ripples through the surrounding environment. Waves of potent energy surged through the air, distorting the light. With swift determination, Fitran prepared himself. "Void Magic: Dark Embrace!" he shouted, as dark shadows crept from his palm, ensnaring Leviathan in an inescapable embrace.
Leviathan struggled to resist, raising his hand to launch a counterattack. "Abyssal Fury!" he shouted, shooting forth a blinding burst of energy that created an explosion of light, splitting the sky. Fitran had no choice but to leap to the side, feeling the tremors that shook the ground as the light spread. When he landed, his surroundings had transformed; the ground cracked and flora swirled in a vortex of magical anomaly.
With each passing second, the tension mounted. Fitran gathered his energy, eyeing the advancing Leviathan, knowing he had to unleash something stronger. "Void Magic: Shattered Reality!" he cast, releasing a wave of destructive energy. The reality around him felt distorted as the sizzling power of the spell touched Leviathan, evoking a sensation that the entire world was trembling.
Leviathan responded with fury. "Ethereal Chains!" Invisible tendrils shot from his hand, wrapping around Fitran tightly. Yet, with determination, Fitran channeled his power. Remembering his greater purpose, he moved his quill and established boundaries. "Judgement Spell: Beelzebub's Quill!" he cried out, freeing himself from the restraints with a call from the depths of his soul.
With that Quill, he wrote a single sentence across the ocean:
"Leviathan never existed."
The sky collapsed. Water turned to dust, transforming the landscape into a gray cloud, symbolizing the debris of lost love. The memories of Capulet and Montague were freed from the cycle, reminding that true love transcends the bonds of the past. Two souls, neither young nor old, neither male nor female, gazed at each other in a newfound silence, with a glimmer of hope shining among the ruins.
"Can we... love without fear?"
"For the first time, perhaps."
Fitran closed his book. Within him, a part was lost once more; each spell he wrote left a deep imprint, reminding him of the price he paid for this power. Yet, he had no regrets.
Leviathan dissolved into the void it once birthed. Without a story, it was nothing. By creating emptiness, it made room for something new to flourish, and this was the proof of love—finally given the chance to fail, not due to a curse, but because of the bravery to try, even at the risk of losing more than ever was.
The sky had shattered.
The ocean had rewritten itself into strokes of liquid time.
And Fitran stood between the two, his body surrounded by falling letters, like snow that forgot the meaning of cold.
Leviathan, now fully revealed: a nameless creature, as old as history itself, with jaws that split the past and the future.
"You think you can erase me, Fitran? I do not live from flesh. I thrive on the vengeance inherited."
Amidst the tension, Fitran felt an irresistible surge of power. Void Magic: Dark Embrace flowed within him, manifesting dark shadows that danced around him. With a swift movement, he swung his hand, creating a vibrating black net, ready to ensnare Leviathan.
However, Leviathan did not remain idle. With an explosive counterattack, it unleashed a wave of purple energy, the result of Blood Magic: Vengeful Surge. The energy sliced through the air, creating a distortion that seemed to tear at reality as Fitran jumped sideways, feeling the warm breath of that deadly power.
With each movement, the ground trembled, forming fissures that emitted mysterious light, as if the universe itself was witnessing this battle. Fitran gathered his strength and recited another incantation, "Nature Magic: Root Bind!" Roots crawled from the earth, attempting to ensnare the advancing Leviathan. Relentlessly, the creature rampaged, slashing at the roots with its sharp claws.
The battle intensified, each attack resonating with magical energy that could be felt throughout the area. Distortions flowed from the body of Leviathan, creating anomalies that seemed to warp time and space. Focused and resolute, Fitran quickened his movements, propelling himself closer to Leviathan as he recalled the attack necessary to bring down this immortal creature.
With a burning determination, Fitran chanted his final incantation in the Art of Sorcery - "Arcane Magic: Stellar Collapse!" Brilliant light erupted, disrupting the darkness, as it fused all surrounding elements into a magnificent explosion of energy that soared high before raining down upon Leviathan like shards of stars. As the light collided with the darkness, a booming sound shook the world, leaving Leviathan staggering, seemingly displaced within an entirely new reality.
The form of Leviathan shifted—sometimes a dragon, sometimes a serpent, and sometimes a screaming human figure in its final embrace.
He enveloped Fitran in the vortex of his curse: Sermon of Endless Grudge. This magic, part of the Voidwright system, manifested power derived from vengeance and anger, binding the user's soul to a past without hope of freedom. Its visibility was evident as dark aura surrounded Leviathan, causing the environment to tremble as if it sensed the emotional weight within him. However, the consequences were severe: each release of power from Sermon of Endless Grudge demanded a fragment of the user's soul as a price, tying every user to painful memories.
Yet, Fitran did not remain passive. In response, he directed his hand, shouting an energetic incantation: Void Magic: Ethereal Blade. A sharp, undefined energy blade manifested, emitting a blue light that shone through the darkness of Leviathan's aura. As he launched his attack, Fitran's body propelled forward, dodging the creature's grasp that attacked with tendrils of darkness. Each slash from the blade left a shimmering trace in the air, creating a distortion of reality as if time slowed down, illustrating the precariousness of this battle.
Fueled by anger, Leviathan unleashed a wave of energy filled with fury, roaring with a voice that shook the world: Dark Magic: Wrath of the Abyss. Darkness surged from its body, forming a terrifying vortex that threatened to swallow everything around it. Fitran felt the fierce winds generated by the vortex's pull, but with resilience, he dove to the side, utilizing every inch of space to stay out of reach of its deadly assault. In his movements, he resembled a phoenix in flight, swirling and leaping with a grace that contrasted with the chaos surrounding him.
The tension escalated as they faced each other amid the dark battlefield. The ground beneath them trembled, magical cracks formed, emitting a yellow light that shone from the depths of the earth. Fitran was determined to seize this opportunity. With a firm voice, he shouted, Elemental Magic: Flame Surge, releasing a blazing torrent of fire toward Leviathan. The flames twisted as if trying to reach the creature exuding a menacing aura, melting away any darkness that approached. Leviathan whipped its massive tail, creating a wave of energy to extinguish the flames, resulting in a blinding explosion of light that turned night to day for a brief moment.
As if sensing the impending end, Fitran gathered all of his energy. In a final push, he shouted: Arcane Magic: Final Convergence. A magical diagram swirled around him, conjuring a cloud of energy that formed lightning and unleashed fragments of distorted reality. Channeling all his power, Fitran launched a massive attack towards Leviathan, creating a thunderous boom that shook the sky. The force struck Leviathan brutally, cleaving through the darkness and illuminating it with an unexpected light.