As the blinding light swallowed me whole, my consciousness unraveled like sand through my trembling fingers. In that moment of utter dissolution, the boundaries between existence and oblivion blurred. I sensed nothing but an overwhelming emptiness—a void that stretched infinitely in all directions, a blank canvas awaiting its first, fateful stroke.
When I came to, or rather, when I awoke in this strange limbo, I found myself standing in a vast expanse of nothingness. It was a realm neither defined by darkness nor illuminated by light. Instead, it was an endless plain of quiet potential—a silent witness to the birth of something entirely new.
Before me, as if suspended in the ether, floated three orbs of swirling light. Each orb radiated a distinct hue—one shone with the cool, steady glimmer of blue; another burned with a fierce, passionate red; and the third pulsed with a gentle, luminescent green. They moved in a deliberate, hypnotic dance around a single, imposing object: a book, shaped with uncanny precision and pulsating as though it harbored a life of its own.
Drawn by a force I could neither understand nor resist, I extended my hand. For a fleeting heartbeat, uncertainty held me back—yet curiosity, insatiable and raw, overpowered caution. The moment my fingertips grazed the book's cover, a torrent of unfathomable knowledge burst into my mind. The information, sharp and overwhelming, seared itself into every fiber of my being until my head throbbed with the weight of revelations.
A series of cryptic inscriptions and symbols unfolded before my inner eye:
[ Codex of Creation ]Known also as the God's Handbook. A unique artifact that grants the bearer the power to inscribe stories, forge imprints, and alter fate itself.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears, a frantic drum against the silence of the void. Cold sweat dripped down my spine as the Codex's pulse synced with my own. The revelation left me breathless—a sacred text delivered at the very moment I teetered on the brink of death. Yet, there was no time for idle wonder. The three orbs, now drawn inexorably toward the Codex, converged and merged into its very essence. The book's surface shivered as new words began to etch themselves into its ancient pages, as if ink materializing on pristine parchment from some unseen quill.
With trembling anticipation, I opened the Codex. The text appeared in a solemn, otherworldly script that seemed to resonate with the pulse of the cosmos:
[ CODEX ]
Name: Kael
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Codex: Codex of Creation
IMPRINTS:
Legacy of the Stars (Progression Stage: Series)Destined to forge a lineage that will intertwine with fate, stars and a long legacy.
(NOTICE: No family founded.)
The First Story (Progression Stage: Series)A blank canvas—a soul unbound by predetermined destiny. Your story shall unfold only through the crucible of experience.
Codex Spirit (Progression Stage: N/A)By awakening the Codex of Creation in your inaugural trial, you have summoned a unique Codex Spirit—one that exists solely for you.
ARCANNA (Awaiting Activation)
Blessing of Earth Will
Blessing of Sun Will
Blessing of Moon Will
[END]
Questions swirled in my mind—dense and multifaceted, like an incantation half-remembered. Before I could even begin to process these new revelations, a voice emerged—a voice so calm and devoid of human warmth that it seemed to echo from deep within my soul.
The voice that answered was neither male nor female, a chorus of whispers and static.
[Designation: Codex Spirit. Primary function: To serve. Secondary function: To survive.] 
[Query: Do you wish to rename this unit?]
I stiffened, scanning the featureless void for any sign of another presence. Yet there was nothing but that disembodied voice—a spectral sound resonating as if born from the very core of my being.
"…You can speak?" I managed, my voice tentative, the uncertainty in my heart laid bare.
[ I can. Fear not—I am bound to you. Your death is my death. Trust must be earned, but I ask you to grant me that chance. ]
Kael blinked. "You sound like a machine."
[Correction: I am a guide. But a name…] For the first time, her voice wavered, almost wistful. 
[A name would make me more.]
Something in that measured cadence, so oddly sincere, eased the tension that gripped me. My shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, and I dared to press on.
[ Would you care to name me, Host? ]
The request struck me like a spark in the darkness. Name it? I closed my eyes in contemplation as the silence stretched. Then, with a clarity that seemed fated, a name surfaced in the depths of my mind.
"Elia. I'll call you Elia."
[ Elia… Thank you, Host. I shall bear this name with pride and serve you to the utmost of my ability. ]
The voice softened further, as if warmed by the familiarity of a name finally given. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips—a rare moment of solace amid the storm of revelations.
Gathering courage, I inquired, "Since you've alowed me to question, can you tell me—what exactly is an Arcanna? And how did I come to possess these three that you mentioned?"
Elia paused, as though the weight of the question demanded careful thought.
[Arcanna are not mere powers—they are covenants,] Elia said, as the Codex flickered to a page titled Arcanna. [To awaken one, you must become its myth. The Earth Will demands sacrifice. The Sun Will demands ambition. The Moon Will demands secrets] she finished with with much tension.
Each word sank into me like a slow, inexorable tide. The nature of my destiny was shifting in ways I had never imagined.
"And what about these beings—Earth Will, Sun Will, Moon Will? Who or what are they? And what does it mean when it speaks of 'The First Story'?"
[ Regrettably, I possess no further data on these entities—their nature may well transcend my current authority. As for 'The First Story'… it signifies that you are unbound by fate. No fate thread ties you to a preordained destiny. You must, therefore, carve your path through the crucible of experience. ]
Her tone turned grave, the gravity of fate unmistakable in every syllable.
[ If I may offer counsel, Host, consider veiling the truth of your Codex. Refer to it as a Codex of Myths instead of the Codex of Creation. I have also used the bit of my authority to influence the awakening ceremony for it to show a Codex of Myths identification. For your imprint, you can tell them what it is since it is your personal information and no one would ask about that. This subtle renaming may help deflect dangerous attention, and attract the interest of powerful factions—like the Tower de Sanctum—that might protect you and your future progeny. ]
Her advice, so laced with caution and wisdom, resonated deeply. I nodded slowly, absorbing the profound implications of her words.
"…Thank you, Elia. Your guidance is more valuable than you know."
[ It is my eternal purpose to serve you, Host. ]
Before I could pose any further inquiries, a sudden, invisible force yanked at my very essence—a vacuum that distorted the space around me. The void trembled and the void fractured like glass, and I fell—but sideways, reality's scream clawing at my ears. My hands burned with phantom starlight.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the inexorable tide of transformation, knowing that the secrets of the Codex, the dormant Arcanna, and the fact that the fate of me shall be opened to me in the future.