FLUX — Well, right now? No.
HIDORI — Well, his name was Arie White.
FLUX — Arie White?
(His eyes widen slightly, a flicker of recognition sparking deep within.)
HIDORI — Yeah, that's the name of my lord.
(His voice lowers with respect, almost like whispering a legend.)
MIKE — Arie… hmm, that sounds familiar somehow. Right, Flux?
(He scratches his head, trying to recall a distant memory.)
FLUX — Well, yeah, but how?
(His voice trails off, uncertainty creeping in.)
HIDORI — You'll understand once we tell you the history.
(He gestures ahead; a faint shimmer begins to ripple through the air.)
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Suddenly, time itself seems to freeze — a heavy silence blankets the space. The air thickens as glowing runes circle slowly around them, casting a divine glow.
VOICE (echoing, ethereal) — Hidori.
HIDORI — Y-Yes, my lord?
(He bows deeply, the runes pulsing brighter.)
WHITE — Did you convince him?
(His voice resonates like thunder, commanding yet calm.)
HIDORI — Y-Yes… almost.
(He hesitates, sweat beading on his forehead.)
WHITE — Almost?
(A sharp tension cuts through the stillness.)
HIDORI — But my lord, can you tell me why you want only him?
(His eyes flicker with cautious curiosity.)
WHITE — You know how you landed right in front of him?
(His gaze narrows, as if piercing through dimensions.)
HIDORI — Nope, I thought it was just a coincidence.
(His voice betrays a hint of doubt.)
WHITE — Coincidence? No.
(His aura flares like a blazing sun.)
I sent you there because his potential blazes so brightly, I could feel it from here.
HIDORI — What?
(His voice is barely a whisper, stunned by the revelation.)
WHITE — Yes. He's the only one worthy of everything, yet he refuses to claim it all.
(A mysterious smile touches his lips.)
WHITE — By the way, what's his name?
HIDORI — His name is Flux.
(He says it with quiet certainty.)
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White's eyes glow brighter for a moment, reflecting a swirling crimson light — like twin rubies burning with latent power.
White thinks:
Arie Flux… hmm, not bad.
(His expression hardens with determination.)
WHITE — Okay. Bring him to me.
(His voice echoes, carrying an undeniable weight of command.)
HIDORI — Understood, my lord.
(He straightens, energy crackling around his fingertips.)
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Time resumes, flowing once more as the glowing runes fade into the air — leaving only the faintest trace of power lingering, a promise of what's to come.
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