Chapter 1: Prologe 2: try and error

Before him stretched a massively imposing black door, emanating an impenetrable darkness in the diffuse light of the undefined space. Its sight generated a sense of uncertainty and oppression. Behind him stood a solitary white plastic chair, its simple design contrasting with the mysterious door. The room he was in was entirely white and seemed endless. The walls seamlessly merged with the floor and ceiling, providing no clues to dimensions or boundaries. It was as if he were trapped in an infinite void.

Despite the apparent endlessness of the space, his attention was incessantly drawn to the black door before him. An inexplicable urge compelled him to open this door, even though he knew it wouldn't be easy. It was as if he intuitively felt that behind this door were answers to questions he might not even dare to ask.

He took a few steps back until he stood behind the plastic chair, his hand outstretched. With a focused expression, he whispered softly, almost like a whisper in the wind: "Galu." The moment the words left his lips, he unleashed a powerful energy. A tremendous wave of bones and water rose before him and crashed against the door, causing it to tremble under the pressure. A gentle sound cut through the air, and the wave disappeared as if it had never been.

His expression revealed disappointment. "Failed again," he muttered frustratedly. This time, he decided to run. With a determined look, he rushed towards the door, shouting, "Lima!" His right fist was enveloped in a blue membrane covered with tiny blades. He struck as hard as he could, and immediately, a soft gong sounded, followed by a jerky sensation. Suddenly, he found himself back on the plastic chair, his hand still suspended in the air, as if reaching for the next attempt.

Determination flickered in his eyes, and he approached the door again. With a powerful kick of his black shoes against the wood of the door, he unleashed his pure strength. The door trembled, and cracks formed under the pressure. Once again, the soft gong sounded, and he found himself sitting on the chair again, this time with a hint of frustration in his gaze.

He rummaged in his gray pants and pulled out a silver bracelet adorned with intricate patterns. In the center of the bracelet was a brightly yellow jewel that shimmered in the faint light of the room.

He extended his hand and uttered the word "Sense" again. Immediately, a deep black scythe materialized in his hand. He swung it powerfully, creating a brief gust of wind. Then, with an expression of absolute determination on his face, he swung the scythe with full force at the door. The scythe began to laugh and cry, and the once black color turned blood red. A metallic sound rang out as the scythe struck the door, followed by a soft gong.

The scythe disappeared, and his gaze shifted to the silver bracelet in his pants that he had pulled out before. But he did not hesitate. With firm determination, he moved away from the chair and walked in the opposite direction. Again, the soft gong sounded, and he found himself back on the chair, as if an invisible force were pulling him back to this place.

He tried again, this time with "Vave." A bright blue flame enveloped his shoes, and he ran with full force towards the door. Another gong sounded, followed by his return to the chair. His efforts were accompanied by a mysterious force that repeatedly drew him back to this place.

His expression reflected a mix of determination and frustration. Despite all his efforts, the door seemed unreachable. He opted for a different approach and walked decisively towards the door. This time, he gently knocked on the door, and the sound echoed in the room. A soft gong sounded, and in an instant, he was back on the chair.

A frustrated sigh escaped him, but he didn't give up. He stood up again and grabbed the chair with determination. With all his strength, he threw the chair against the door. Another gong sounded, and he found himself back on the chair. His efforts seemed in vain, and yet he refused to give up.

In a moment of silence, as he stood there and took a deep breath, he reached out his hand. Suddenly, a bright blue sphere appeared in his palm. Without hesitation, he let it fly towards the door, and it exploded with dazzling intensity. A gong sounded, and he found himself back on the plastic chair.