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Chapter 1: Contract with a Mage

The goddess, without hesitation, seized Citalia, encasing her within a dark red box. The box started shrinking and Citalia was reduced to atoms.

Aster saw that and shouted with his utmost strength, "Citalia!!!!!!"

Witnessing the brutal fate of his lover, Aster leaped into action and rage. He was so mad and didn't even think twice before attempting to defy the divine decree. However, he found himself overpowered by the unknown goddess.

The goddess, with an effortless displayed power, seized Aster by the neck and threw him far from the lofty abode of floating island, leaving him to fall towards an uncertain fate.

(Unknown Goddess)

Aster was falling towards the ground endlessly, and went unconscious. The floating island, once a Gigantic Castle, now seemed like a small throne sitting in sky.

In this perpetual fall, Aster's mind became a chaos of despair, agony, and anger and went into conundrum while centuries passed and he was still unconscious. His soul was on the verge of breaking and rendered him useless until a voice, as warm and gentle as the flickering flames of candle echoed through his mind.

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As Aster was falling towards the ground, a mysterious voice reached out to him, its echoes resonating like a flame flickering in a storm.

Unknown Voice: Let's make an exchange, shall we? An exchange of memories.

The voice, a whisper in Aster's unconscious mind, continued its beautiful discourse.

Unknown Voice: As the distance between you and the ground diminishes, your pain and suffering will increase tenfold. Make your choice...

Aster, submerged in a deep slumber, struggled to make up words, he was just like a dying comet fading into silence.

Unknown Voice: I know you may not be able to speak, so let me be your voice. I am Mage S, a friend in this cosmic vastness. Witnessing your current state pains my heart. Allow me to save you, but for that, an exchange is required. Surrender all your memories - The Calibrated, Identifiable, Triumphant, Ambitious, Luscious, Indomitable, and Aspiring moments. In return, I shall restore your mind, instill in you compatibility and compassion, and unveil a doorway for your journey. Refuse, and you may remain in a vegetative state. Accept, and go beyond space and time, rising above Celestials and Gods.

(Calibrated, Identifiable, Triumphant, Ambitious, Luscious, Indomitable, Aspiring)

Aster's eyelids flickered in a subtle agreement, aware that he had little choice in the matter.

Mage S, with command over the elements, directed the Wind to cradle Aster's soul. In this moment, determination solidified within him like Rocks, his mind quickened like Thunder, his heart took on the beauty of Nature, his soul deepened like Water, blazed like Fire, and his goals became as cool as Ice.

Mage S: Embark on a journey where the boundaries of time and space blur, and the celestial mysteries beckon those brave enough to unveil them. Go forth, march unwavering into the doorway I laid before you. At the journey's end, you shall return to my embrace.

Silence enveloped Aster's mind, leaving him assured at the most dangerous yet beautiful situation of an extraordinary odyssey. As Asters's memories went under decomposition, he uttered these words with unwavering resolve.

Aster : You may take my Caliber, my Identity, my Triumph, my Ambition, my Lusciousness, my Indomitable spirit, and my Aspirations. Yet, among these fragments that define me, one reason shall persist. I will travel this cosmic journey to find her, even if her name fades from my conscious mind. The void in my heart, will be an unknown reminder, it will guide me to her, echoing with an enduring love that transcends the boundaries of forgotten memories.

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As the relentless march of time stole away each precious memory, Aster stood on the precipice of forgetfulness. His very essence seemed to dissolve into the cosmic winds, leaving him on the brink of oblivion. The imminent collision with the ground, the final descent into the void, was met with an unexpected softness. It was as if the universe itself had orchestrated a gentle landing, cradling him in a tender embrace.

(Aster falling deep in his void while losing something precious to him)

When Aster's eyes fluttered open, he found himself transformed - a nameless one, a pathless one wandering in a realm of uncertainty. The remains of his former self echoed only in the dull ache of his heart, a silent evidence to the forgotten pieces of his past. Slowly, he pieced together his surroundings: he was standing at a junction bathed in extreme luminosity. He found himself suspended in midair, surrounded by a ground that was shattering and swirling beside him just like a tornado swindling meteors.

The purple-hued sky stretched above, adorned with an infinite number of glittering stars. Among this breathtaking sight, one particular star was greeting Aster with a brilliance far beyond the rest. It held a magnetic attraction, captivating Aster's gaze and filling him with an unspoken understanding that his journey's destination lay within the heart of that radiant star. Despite getting his lost memories, Aster felt an instinctive pull towards that central star whispering him to reach it.

(Breathtaking Spiral Lithosphere eering with purple sky)

Above him, meteors danced in the vast expanse of space. Aster ventured forward to search for people, his steps echoing in the silent stillness of a land, frozen in time. The puddles of water reflected no ripples, adding to the surreal atmosphere that enveloped everything. As he walked, he noticed some intricate tracks beside him, the train tracks stresses Aster and gives him faint hope, suggesting the presence of something more than ordinary trains. Intrigued, he resolved to follow the tracks, a path leading into the unknown.

The tracks led him to a peculiar conclusion-a sudden and unexplained disappearance into nothingness. Puzzled, Aster stood at the track's end, rethinking this enigmatic situation before him. Abruptly, the peace of the surrounding shattered as a thunderous crash reverberated through the stillness. Astonished, he turned to witness a colossal train, adorned with the imposing words "Pandora Express." Aster stood in awe, grappling with the mystery of who or what could have summoned a train in this ethereal, timeless realm.

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The sight of "Pandora Express" sparked a twinkle in Aster's eyes, and with a burst of recognition, he joyfully exclaimed.

Aster : Salieri!! I remember , He created the "Pandora Express". I have some relation to this train.

Memories flooded back, and as the train doors creaked open, a message revealed, "As I promised, I laid the doorway for you." Gratitude whispered from Aster to the mysterious "S" who had orchestrated this cosmic doorway for him. Aster now remembering his origin "The Earth" and some bits of past events was determined that only through Pandora Express, He can fill his inner void. Before boarding, Aster started feeling a pang of hunger. So he decided to venture a bit farther in search of food.

Aster went few miles away among the remains of a forgotten civilization to scrounge for anything useful. Suddenly , he heard a distant scream echoed. Without a second thought, he followed the cry, sprinting toward the edge of the desolate landscape. There, a perilous scene unfolded-a person teetering on the edge, desperately clinging to a grip of rocky cliff. That person wearing a big hood covering their face with a snowy white long coat. The Rocky typhoon was sucking that person. If Aster hesitates 1 more second than the pressure of wind and rocks , combined with the thunderous atmosphere will tear that person apart.

Without a second thought, driven by an instinctive compulsion to intervene, Aster leaped forward, his entire being committed to save that person.

Aster : Grab my hand!

His voice slicing through the ominous silence. The person, looking like a dark silhouette in a catastrophic environment , hesitated to grab Aster's hand. That person was caught in a tangible struggle between survival and mistrust.

Stranger/Dark Silhouette : "No, what if I let go, and you refuse to help me?"

The response came showing an echo of fear resonating in the words.

Aster (responding with earnest plea) : Trust me. Give me your hand. I won't leave you.

His words carried a resonance of determination, a commitment forged in the crucible of genuine empathy.

As the environment condition started becoming more rageful, Aster's eyes became beacons of unwavering resolve, reflecting not only the stars of sky but also a profound sincerity and a glimmer of love. The intensity in his gaze spoke of a connection -a shared humanity, a desire to bridge the gap between isolated souls in the vast expanse of the unknown.

(Aster's eyes, a beacon of unwavering resolve)

The hood that had concealed the person's face gently slid away, revealing a truly enchanting sight-a silver-haired, sapphire-eyed girl. The vibrant hue of her eyes mirrored the deep tranquility of a calm sea, and Aster, captivated by her beauty, felt a momentary stillness in his heart.

With a reassuring smile and a sincere declaration of trust, the girl finally took hold of Aster's outstretched hand. As they dangled on the rocky cliff, her hooded facade vanished completely, exposing a face that left Aster utterly awestruck. The gentle contours of her face seemed like a canvas painted with the colors of grace.

For a brief moment, Aster found himself entranced by the sheer beauty that was radiating from her. The delicate features, the sparkle in her sapphire eyes, all held a certain magic that momentarily transported him to another world. However, the urgency of the situation abruptly pulled him back to reality.

(Silver Hair, Sapphire eyes)

In that pivotal moment, the urgency of the situation reached its limit as the Silver Haired girl leaped to catch Aster's Hand.

"Help me, you dummy!" She cried while snapping Aster out of this blunt petrification to make him reach out for her.

Aster, momentarily frozen by the beauty of this girl, was abruptly jolted back to reality. Without hesitation, he surged forward, reaching out with an outstretched hand. The connection between them, established through a shared vulnerability, transformed into a lifeline-a bridge between two isolated realms of unknown.As her fingers intertwined with his, Aster interlocked them and pulled her in his arms anchoring her back to safety. The turmoil subsided, replaced by a profound sense of relief as they stood on the corner sighing because they overcame the danger.

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Aster (still catching his breath) : Are you okay? You're not hurt, right?

The girl (reflecting a mix of relief and jest) : I'm alright, no thanks to you. If I hadn't leaped, I might have been stargazing from another realm now. But yeah, your efforts didn't go unnoticed, so Thank You for helping me , Mr. Petrified.

Her words carried a playful undertone, highlighted by a cute pouting face that hinted at an inner child-like nature.

Blushing with a mix of embarrassment and amusement, Aster apologized for not reacting more swiftly. He couldn't help but express how her beauty had momentarily mesmerized him. This revelation prompted both of them to burst into laughter, the shared mirth resonating through the silent expanse of their surroundings.

In the wake of the unknown realm, their laughter became a symphony, filling the quiet spaces with the echoes of an unexpected connection.

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Myriad and The Celestia

The cosmic struggle still rages on, an unbroken musical note being played on fabric of time. The gods enticed us with their 7 beliefs, Promising rewards for the valiant, and a gateway to Godhood.

Yet, within the recesses of the unknown civilisation, linger the echoes of ancient battles. A voice from the heavens bewilders the skies.

"That celestial throne is not your birthright."

Yet, Mortals have the audacity to March relentlessly. See for yourself!

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Chapter 2 : Priscilla!

A struggle, A rescue and A New Connection!

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