Chapitre 8: Enel's Loyalty
The sun was slowly sinking into the horizon, tinting Birka's sky with golden and purple hues. As night took over the sky, the Moon, large and bright, began to peek out, bathing the island with its silver light.
In Birka's central square, a wide paved space, were Michael, Fram, and Enel.
Fram, standing next to Michael, observed Enel with concern. The young rebel, freed from the suppression of the ocean clouds, had regained his power.
His presence was like electricity in the air, literally, with occasional sparks dancing around his body.
"My God," he murmured, bowing respectfully towards Michael, "Are you sure it's prudent to release this boy?"
"His ability is extremely dangerous. If he decides to escape, it won't be easy to capture him again."
"Fear not, Fram," Michael, his figure illuminated by the moonlight, smiled serenely.
"Enel won't leave."
A cold snort sounded from Enel, but the young man made no move to contradict Michael's words.
Enel knew he wouldn't leave, at least not yet.
The promise of reaching that dreamland, that Infinite Earth he longed for so much, was too tempting to ignore.
Despite his cruelty and arrogance, Enel was still a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, and deep in his heart, there was still a glimmer of innocence and hope.
"So," Enel looked at Michael, "How do you plan to prove it to me?"
"Watch," Michael responded calmly.
Suddenly, a golden light, bright and blinding, enveloped Michael's body.
The transformation was quick. In a matter of seconds, a golden and shining armor covered every inch of his body.
His wings, previously immaculate white, also acquired a dazzling golden armor. But the most surprising was the emergence of a second pair of wings, which sprouted from his back.
He had transformed into his Hybrid form, a vision that left his spectators breathless.
Fram and Enel's faces froze in expressions of absolute amazement.
For Enel, this demonstration was completely new. Until that moment, he hadn't witnessed Michael exhibiting his abilities.
Fram, for his part, was equally stunned, but for different reasons. His mind struggled to reconcile what he saw with what he thought he knew. 'Wasn't he a Dragon fruit user?'
"Allow me to take you to contemplate the starry firmament," Michael declared, gently flapping his wings.
With a quick movement, he extended his hands, grabbing Enel and Fram's shoulders. Before they could react, the golden wings moved forcefully, and the three rose into the sky like an ascending meteor.
The speed was overwhelming.
Enel felt the wind howling around him, forcing him to close his eyes. His heart was racing, a mixture of fear and excitement running through his veins.
"Are you ready?" Michael's voice cut through the roar of the wind. "It's time to accelerate."
Fram, struggling to keep his eyes open, watched in amazement as the ring of fire on Michael's back vanished.
At that instant, his speed multiplied exponentially.
'He really is of the Lunarian race!' he thought in his spinning mind. 'Although his appearance is slightly different, his abilities are identical to those described in the legends. This young god truly belongs to the race of "Gods"!'
Enel, unlike Fram, wasn't lost in deep reflections. His attention was completely captured by the spectacle below them.
The White-White Sea was rapidly receding, becoming a mere speck in the distance as they ascended higher and higher.
As they rose, Enel noticed how breathing became more difficult and the cold penetrated to his bones.
But these discomforts paled in comparison to the anticipation growing in his chest.
'Are we really approaching the Infinite Earth?' he wondered, his heart beating with a mixture of excitement and fear. 'The Infinite Earth!'
....
Michael, Enel, and Fram's ascent continued for what seemed like an eternity.
As they rose, the atmosphere became thinner, and the sky changed from deep blue to black speckled with lights.
Enel, still firmly held by Michael, noticed a gradual change in his body. The sensation of weight, so familiar and constant, began to diminish little by little.
It was as if the invisible force that tied him to the ground was slowly vanishing.
Suddenly, Michael halted his vertiginous ascent. They floated in the vacuum of space, suspended between earth and stars.
"Now you should be able to see clearly," he announced, his voice surprisingly audible in the apparent vacuum of space.
He gently released Enel and Fram, who, to their amazement, remained floating in place.
"Enel," He said, "Look up."
Obeying, Enel looked up. His eyes widened at the spectacle unfolding before him.
Space extended infinitely, a black mantle of countless points of bright light. Each star seemed closer and brighter than he had ever imagined.
Turning slowly, he looked down. The sight left him breathless. There, floating in the void, was an enormous blue planet.
Wrapped in a delicate layer of light, the world he knew now seemed small and fragile in the immensity of space.
"Are we... outside the world?" Fram whispered, trembling slightly.
Beads of sweat pearled his forehead, not from physical exertion, but from the magnitude of what he was experiencing.
Although he had heard of these things in legends and tales, he had never imagined he would witness them with his own eyes.
"As I said," Michael replied with a serene smile, "It's not difficult."
The universe of this world is completely different from that of his previous life.
The fact that Enel was able to reach the Moon in his ship without an oxygen case means that in space one can breathe and the temperature is not low.
So, whether going to space or landing on the Moon, it won't be too difficult.
Suddenly, Enel's gaze was drawn upwards once again. His eyes froze at the vision that dominated the sky above them.
The moon, large and majestic, floated silently in the void. Its pale and beautiful surface revealed patterns and craters that he had never been able to distinguish from earth before.
"The Moon..." He audibly murmured. "The Infinite Earth..."
The vision of the Moon, so close and yet so unreachable, awakened in Enel an urgency that he couldn't contain.
His eyes, bright with excitement and longing, fixed on Michael.
"Take me there!" he exclaimed, trembling with anticipation. "Please, take me to the Infinite Earth!"
Michael smiled benevolently. "Impossible," he replied.
"A God's gift is granted by merit, not by demand. You can't take it on your own initiative."
Besides, the distance between the Moon and the earth is calculated in terms of 100,000 kilometers.
It's not easy to fly there.
At least at this stage, it's a difficult task for Michael.
Enel gritted his teeth.
The Infinite Earth was so close, visible and tangible, and yet, it remained out of his reach. His eyes landed on Michael again, a glimmer of resentment and hope shining in them.
He breathed deeply, struggling to control his emotions.
"One last time, Enel," said Michael. "Are you willing to swear loyalty to me? To serve your God?"
There was a moment of tense silence.
Enel looked alternately between the Moon and Michael, his mind weighing his options. Finally, with determination born of longing, he responded:
"I will be loyal to you," he declared with emotion.
A smile of satisfaction appeared on Michael's face.
"Excellent," he said, extending his right hand towards Enel. Golden flames sprouted from his fingertips. "Let me grant you a new power, a gift worthy of your loyalty."
Enel deserved a significant portion of his soul in the fire seed.
Anticipation grew within him. What potential would the seed awaken in Enel? In what form would his fire evolve?
"Are you ready, Enel?" he asked.
With a thought, he launched the golden flame towards Enel.
"Accept it," He ordered, his voice charged with divine authority. "Accept the gift of your God."
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