With the oath made and determination solidified, Ventair, now free from distant illusions, returned to the present. Suddenly, practical questions began to emerge in his mind.
"I want to create an army of angels. But where do I begin?"
"How do I create an angel? Not a model, not a drawing, but a real, living being with will and a soul?"
The questions echoed in Ventair's mind like a silent, deep bell, receiving no answer.
There was no flash of light imparting knowledge, no mysterious voice guiding the way. It seemed he had to find the path himself.
But Ventair was neither confused nor panicked.
An unusual calmness enveloped him, an intuition telling him that the answer lay within himself, in a deep understanding of the nature of this space.
He just needed to be silent for a moment, to think deeply enough, and he would surely find it.
He recalled every detail from his death in the accident until now, searching for anything that could help him.
As he pondered, his eyes scanned his soul space, and he muttered,
"Soul space... Soul space... Ah, I remember, that's it."
Then, an idea flashed like lightning tearing through the white sky, illuminating his mind: Primordial Energy.
Ventair's eyes widened with excitement. His clear eyes shone, like someone who had just remembered their true name after recently mentioning it.
He said, "Primordial energy... It created this space, recreated my body, and granted me four intrinsic abilities beyond human limits. If it can do all that... then there's no reason it can't create an angel. A true angel."
Belief was no longer a vague notion. After analyzing it, it became an absolute certainty.
Ventair gently clenched his hand, feeling the pure, boundless energy flowing through his soul.
He knew this was an invaluable source of power for him, the very essence that would forge his future.
But then, a new question arose, sudden and challenging everything he had just discovered:
"How much primordial energy do I have left?"
Ventair tried to focus his entire mind. He closed his eyes, directing his consciousness deep into his essence, just as he did when entering or exiting his soul space.
A single word echoed in his mind: "Energy."
Immediately, a number appeared in his head, seemingly simplified for his understanding.
From this, he knew that he initially possessed approximately 3 units of energy. But after using 2 units to create this vast soul space, recreate his perfect body, and gain the four corresponding abilities, he now had only 1 unit left – a truly meager amount.
Ventair paused for a few seconds, his eyes slightly open. A gentle dizziness touched his mind, like a small ripple on a calm lake.
He hadn't expected that just 2 units could accomplish such extraordinary feats.
"Only 2 units did all that?" he mused.
"Then the remaining 1 unit must surely be enough for me to create 4-5 angels. Perhaps even more."
Joy swelled within Ventair.
Now he had a foundation, and enough energy. It was time to act, to create his very first angel.
"I need a perfect archetype. A worthy beginning. Not just an ordinary warrior... but a symbol. My first angel must be an embodiment of beauty, power, and loyalty."
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated his entire will to visualize the basic elements of the angel he wished to create, such as her appearance, name, and personality.
After a very long time, he finally completed it, with the following information:
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Name: Seraphiel
Race: Angel
Appearance:
-Height: 175cm, Weight: 65kg.
-Silver-white hair with a metallic sheen, reaching her heels.
-One eye is sky-blue, as clear as the early morning sky. The other is golden – radiant and solemn.
Attire:
-A sacred gown of pearlescent white with golden accents, the hem shimmering like a stream of honey-light, woven from the very primordial substance of Ventair's soul space.
Personality:
-Absolute loyalty.
-Fanatical faith.
-Very Ventair.
-Calm, noble, and refined.
-Profound and insightful.
Weapon: A 120cm longsword.
Abilities:
Oath Flame
Luminous Dance
Void Slash
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All was complete.
And don't pay attention to the personality part, I wrote it because I wanted to.
Thinking about the next step, a momentous and crucial one, filled him with immense excitement, especially for the race he had loved since childhood.
In just a little while, he would meet one face-to-face.
He extended his right hand, palm upward. From his palm, a stream of pure, abundant primordial energy shot forth.
It swirled in the pristine white space like a brilliant shooting star, then coiled into a dazzling, luminous cocoon that seemed to make the entire soul space shimmer.
The cocoon grew larger, beating rhythmically like a grand heart, containing the life that was forming.
The white space around seemed to fall silent, every energy particle suspended, waiting.
He waited anxiously.
Ten seconds passed, feeling like an eternity.
Crack...
A tiny crack appeared on the surface of the luminous cocoon.
Crack... crack... crack...
The cracks spread rapidly, like a spiderweb.
And then – boom!
Light exploded, spreading throughout the space, filling every corner with a brilliant, sacred radiance.
In that blinding light, a perfect figure slowly emerged.
Her silver-metallic hair flowed like a river of moonlight down to her heels, soft and ethereal.
Behind her were ethereal white wings like streams of pure energy. Her two-colored eyes, one sky-blue and one golden, opened, looking directly at Ventair – without fear, without confusion, without a trace of doubt. In those eyes, there was only:
Absolute love and loyalty.
Ventair held his breath. His heart seemed to stop for a second, not from fear, but from an overwhelming happiness, a warmth spreading through his entire soul.
This was Seraphiel. His first angel.
She said nothing.
She simply knelt on one knee before Ventair with absolute reverence. Her hand rested on her left chest, her head slightly bowed, her noble face filled with submission.
Her voice echoed, gentle and sacred like an ancient prayer, reverberating through the pristine white space:
"Great Creator Ventair Kirizato, Seraphiel has arrived. I shall be Your will, Your arms and legs, serving You forever," she said.
Seraphiel remained in her kneeling posture, head gently bowed. She waited, every fiber of her being, every cell of her soul directed towards Him, the Heavenly Master who had granted her existence, who had shaped her from nothingness.
The vow of loyalty she had just uttered was not merely words; it was her essence, the very reason for her existence. She awaited a reply, a command, an acceptance from Him.
But as time passed, only silence enveloped the pristine white space.
She gently lifted her head, her two pure eyes gazing up at Ventair.
Ventair still stood there, his face bewildered as he looked at Seraphiel, his clear eyes still wide open, unable to believe what he saw. If one were to describe his emotions now, they would be complex, a mix of extreme astonishment, overflowing speechless joy, and uncontainable excitement.
Seraphiel tilted her head, a look of inquiry on her face. Her voice resonated again, softly, like wind chimes on a peaceful morning, yet still imbued with absolute reverence:
"My Heavenly Master...?"
Just a soft call, but it was enough to pull Ventair back to reality from his own reverie. His eyes blinked gently, then he snapped awake.
The hazy gaze vanished, replaced by complete focus on Seraphiel.
He looked at her, his face still touched with wonder, but very quickly, he calmed down, composing his emotions. He tried to offer the most beautiful smile he hadn't shown in a long time.
To his surprise, a gentle and warm smile, like the radiant morning light, bloomed on his face. His eyes, fixed on Seraphiel's two-colored eyes, said,
"Welcome to this world, Seraphiel," Ventair said, his voice deep and full of emotion, echoing in Seraphiel's ears. It was a powerful voice, yet mixed with a tenderness and love that Seraphiel felt deep within her soul.
"You shall be the first angel under my command. My first angel."
Hearing those words, she felt acceptance, a welcome from her supreme Heavenly Master. A sense of peace enveloped her.
Whether she was born first or last, whether she was the first angel or the last, she would always remain utterly loyal, serving Him with all her heart.
This was the essence, the meaning of existence for angels and for her.
However, another, deeper happiness bloomed within her heart. For if she was born first, she could gain His trust and love more profoundly and for longer than other angels who would be created later. She would have the privilege of being by His side from His very first steps, witnessing Him forge a new era, and sharing the most crucial moments. This was an incomparable honor.
Seraphiel lifted her head, her eyes sparkling like distant stars, filled with reverence and love. She softly offered a pure smile, responding to Him with a gentle yet firm voice:
"Thank You for creating me, my Heavenly Master. And it is a great honor to be Your first angel. I vow to dedicate everything to You, forever."
Seraphiel's vow was not just words. It was an eternal commitment etched into the very essence of her soul.
Ventair's first step was complete, with the birth of his first angel – Seraphiel.