The Re:Creator

Potion 6-The Ceremony

A/n: After finding out about the tarot cards,let the games begin!

Legends are meant to remind everyone of the past no matter the time and age.

Legends are meant to jar awe from people or to inflict fear.

In this right now in front of me is a Legend,in it's original and most glorious beauty.

The Hall of Fantasia

We're Gods are chosen and proclaimed as Divine Solitaires.

We're the history of the world is first created and made.

Never would I imagine in my entire existence that I would be so privileged to be chosen to be one of the nominates.

And have the opportunity to gaze upon this halls.

It's ceiling form in a gigantic dome that encompasses the whole structure created from the starlight glasses of fallen meteors,its transparency playing enormous angelic clouds and changing in a split second of the nebulous clouds of the galaxy.

The dome being in the center are connected into different halls that is occupied by the museums of different soul arts.

The walls are decorated by moving gold blood from the Divine Golden Dragon it's sparkling swirls creating a magical effect to the entire dome itself.

Scattered around the halls are different kinds of fae dress in their, immaculate gowns.

Along the floor are magical mosaics changing shapes as anyone stepped on it.

Flying stairs move across the golden halls transporting different magicians of their own caliber.

Trolls and goblins move in the corners giving food and drinks to their guesses. Their tiny foots unnoticeable among the vast crowds.

And most of all is the golden stardust that falls from the top of the ceiling and blessed the presence of everyone in the vast hall.

The rumors that you will be fully proclaimed as a true magician if you step your foot in here,is an understatement.

Anyone who will step their foot in here will prove the greatest purpose of their own existence and feel as if they are Gods themselves.

I move my feet as fast as they can take on the mosaic floor,their form changing designs and structure as my foot stepped on it.And my gaze stop frozen in the vast gravel rock wall that design the left side of the hall.

In the rock, the rippling movement of black water sprung from different sides and carve my name in its sedimemtal glory.

Niña Elvesgate Darkness
Soul Art: Sword Creation

I smiled,truly even if imagination manipulation is just a sub-category magic I am happy to still possess a second soul-art,though it is very rare to have one, who am I to complain of such blessing.

"Even if it's the creation to make weapons to kill others?"

Telepathy?

A 9th tier magic?

I whipped my head to the link of mana and immediately regret it as I bumped to a small frame.

She stumbled on the mosaic floor,her brown hair tumbling at her sides and the tiny humanoid designs laugh at her unlucky predicament.

Green eyes met dark ones.

And I immediately stoop down and grab her shoulders lifting her slowly and having an apologetic look in my eyes.