Anay's Inner Realm – Shrine Beyond Form
The blade of light that had formed in Anay's hand shimmered—and then, as though breathing, collapsed into a swirl of pure energy once more. Warm, glowing, wild. It spun gently in his palm before dissolving, its shape lost to the wind.
Darkness enveloped him again.
Anay looked around.
He was no longer in the same field of light and wind.
This place… was quieter. Deeper.
A space with no floor, no sky. Only a shrine—ancient and glowing—rising from the void like a forgotten memory. Black steps climbed toward it, and in the center of the altar, hovered the same radiant energy—his spiritual weapon—surging in gentle pulses, alive and waiting.
Anay stepped forward slowly, the hush so heavy he could hear his own heartbeat.
Then—suddenly—
A voice echoed from the center of the light. Whispered. Fractured. Eternal.
"Y…you are boundless."
Anay froze. The words were not just heard—they were felt, as if spoken through every part of his soul. He took a step forward, eyes locked on the spiraling energy.
His voice came low, unsure but sincere.
"Tenrai no—"
Before the name could finish, the light trembled—and the voice interrupted, firmer now, like a spirit waking from a long silence.
"My name… is not that."
A flash of white rippled through the shrine.
Anay's lips parted slightly.
"But… Master Kai told me…"
The energy pulsed.
"Even he could not name what had not yet awakened."
Anay lowered his gaze, realization sinking into him like moonlight into still water.
This wasn't something given to him.
This was something that came from him.
"You're not a spear… not a sword… You're not something passed down."
The voice answered, like a flame given form.
"I am not what others say I am. I am not limited to a shape… or a past."
"I am you, unbound."
Anay stepped closer, the glow reflecting in his eyes now.
"Then… what are you?"
The shrine itself hummed, the surrounding darkness rippling with light as the energy slowly lifted and expanded—floating into the air between them like a spirit forming its wings.
And then—
"I am the will of the boundless."
"I am the echo of your soul's truth."
"You tried to name me as others would… but I was never theirs to name."
The energy spun faster now—flashes of sword, dagger, glaive, staff—none of them lasting more than a second.
"Shape is not my purpose. I am not fixed. I become."
Anay's throat tightened.
The energy calmed.
"I do not ask for a name from the world."
"Only one from you."
Anay closed his eyes, and for a long time, he was silent.
Then his lips moved.
"Zettai Anant," he whispered. "The Absolute Infinite."
The shrine pulsed.
A single chime rang out—like destiny recognizing itself.
The energy did not speak, but its form pulsed warmly, embracing the name. The silence was full of acceptance.
Anay opened his eyes. The glow lit his face.
And then he smiled.
It's time to master you