The words from the Celestial Nexus System panel still echoed in Seth's mind, resonating like an ancient chant, haunting yet exhilarating. Andrea, who had been watching him, furrowed her brow and waved a hand in front of his face. "What are you staring at? You're just… lost in space."
Seth blinked, coming back to himself with a start. He quickly realized that the system—this strange, cryptic display of knowledge and power—was visible to him alone.
The strange panel in his vision pulsed slightly, as though sensing his renewed focus. "My creator, Juan Miguel, once wielded a power called the Celestial Nexus Power (CNP), an ability that allowed him to learn anything. After countless trials and failures, he created me—the Celestial Nexus System—to guide his successor in understanding and mastering their inherited powers."
The sheer weight of these words filled Sebastian with both curiosity and a daunting sense of responsibility. How had he inherited something so profound, so mysterious? Before he could process it, he felt Luna's hand tapping his shoulder.
"It's been five minutes, and you're just staring into thin air," she said, eyeing him with mild suspicion.
He scrambled for an excuse, his mind racing. "Oh, I… I read a book once on deciphering ancient languages. I was just trying to remember some of the basics. It's, uh, coming back to me, slowly."
As if on cue, the Celestial Nexus System panel flickered with another message.
"You can translate any language in writing by looking at it. I will provide you with the words in your native tongue."
A grin spread across his face as he turned to Luna. "Actually, I think I remember more than I realized. Let me give it a try. Take notes, and we'll see what these ancient inscriptions reveal. Maybe we can announce a groundbreaking discovery to the academy."
Andrea's eyes lit up with excitement, and she pulled out a small notebook, ready to jot down whatever he deciphered.
Meanwhile, far away in a realm unreachable by mortal paths, a goddess-like lifeform stirred. In a grand castle adrift in the cosmos, a pair of bright, deep blue eyes—each like a window into the universe itself—opened, casting a cold yet radiant light. Silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering as though spun from stars, as she rose from her throne.
Oracle, the lifeform crafted by Juan Miguel, felt the familiar pulse of her creator's powers awakening once more. After a slumber of three thousand long years, the connection was undeniable. She whispered softly, yet her voice carried with it an authority that rippled through the stars.
"After three thousand long years… the successor has finally arrived."