Family.

Nova stood in the dimly lit chamber, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the wooden walls. A gentle smile graced his face as he introduced Freya to Ignis, the first member of his peculiar family. The air was filled with an unspoken understanding, a connection that transcended the usual bonds.

"Meet Freya, Ignis. She's the newest addition to our family," Nova said, his gaze shifting between the two, "And Freya, this is Ignis, the first companion I ever had."

Freya, with a graceful nod, acknowledged Ignis. There was a silent recognition between them, an acknowledgment of shared experiences in the service of Nova.

As the trio settled into Nova's chamber, the atmosphere held a blend of warmth and curiosity. Nova, with his enigmatic aura, explained the unique history he shared with Ignis, from their first encounter to the unspoken bond that now tied them together.

"What is the last thing you remember, Freya?" Nova inquired, his gaze focused on her, seeking the fragments of her past.

Freya, her expression tinged with a mix of nostalgia and pain, began recounting the haunting memories of her demise and the betrayal that led to it. The room, though silent, echoed with the weight of her words.

"Master, I saw Cynthia. She is charming because she looks so innocent, people think she is harmless, but she is very wicked and dangerous," Freya revealed, her eyes reflecting the fear and awe Cynthia invoked.

The conversation took a poignant turn as Nova, contemplating his potential confrontation with Cynthia, asked a straightforward question, "Can I defeat her?"

"No offense, Master, but defeating Cynthia is a daunting task. She's a force to be reckoned with, unlike any other," Freya responded, the reality of Cynthia's power casting a shadow over the room.

A revelation unfolded as Nova, remembered the mysterious voices calling him father, decided to reshape their dynamics. "Call me father," he instructed, transforming the relationship from master and servant to a familial bond.

after hearing the story about the mysterious voice in Nova's head and visions.

Freya, taken aback by this revelation, couldn't help but express her shock. "Father? You have children? Are you married?" she asked, seeking clarity in the newfound connection.

Nova, with a smirk playing on his lips, clarified, "Didn't I say to call me Father? And no, I have visions of some figure calling me father. It's... complicated."

The room, now charged with the energy of a newfound kinship, witnessed a shift as Ignis and Freya became siblings, bound by loyalty solely to Nova.

Eager to contribute, Freya suggested Nova delve into the art of swordsmanship to amplify his powers. Her eyes lit up with enthusiasm as she spoke of her own unique sword art, a skill that could seamlessly complement Nova's abilities.

"Instruct them to forge a long sword using the 'cold crystal' we brought from Earth-2. Mr. Hamrick should craft it with Freya in mind," Nova ordered Ignis, outlining a plan to enhance Freya's combat abilities.

As Nova's room embraced the serenity of the evening, Ignis, still lingering with enthusiasm, couldn't resist expressing his desire for a weapon of his own.

Ignis asked, "Father, what about me? I also want a weapon."

Nova, with a thoughtful gaze, considered Ignis's request.

Nova replied with smile, "What kind of weapon do you want?"

Before Ignis could respond, Freya interjected with a suggestion that resonated with her understanding of Ignis's capabilities.

Freya suggested, "I think a halberd is better for Ignis to use."

Nova, acknowledging the wisdom in Freya's suggestion, nodded in agreement.

Nova said, "Very well then. Ignis, go to the production department and instruct them to craft a halberd for you. Mr. Hamrick should be able to create something that suits your strength and style."

Ignis and Freya, overjoyed by Nova's decision, expressed their gratitude in unison.

Ignis & Freya in unison "Thank you, Father."

With a warm smile, Nova bid them a restful night as they retired to their respective abodes. The room, now dimly lit by the fading glow of the day, held an air of contentment. The familial bond, strengthened by shared aspirations and newfound connections, promised a future intertwined with adventure and camaraderie.

-After a week, in Nova's residence-

Nova, feeling the increasing strain on his origin energy, continued absorbing star crystals to maintain equilibrium. The star crystals emitted a gentle glow, and Nova concentrated on drawing their energy to replenish his own.

In the training room, he practiced the intricate sword art taught by Freya. The movements were fluid, a dance of blades guided by the ancient techniques. Despite his dedication, Nova reached a plateau. The sword art had levels - beginner, intermediate, expert, and master.

He successfully advanced to the expert stage but found himself unable to breach the mastery realm. Experience in real battles seemed to be the missing link.

Recognizing this limitation, Nova contemplated ways to enhance his defensive capabilities. Freya and Ignis were formidable protectors, but there were instances when he might be on his own. It was then that Nova decided to create a specialized armor with an ego, one that could assimilate within him for ease of movement and retract when entering battle mode.

To accomplish this task, Nova enlisted the skills of Hamrick, a talented blacksmith and artisan. Aware that such an endeavor required time, resources, and magical expertise, Nova provided clear instructions to expedite the process.

"Hamrick," Nova addressed the skilled artisan, "I need an armor that can integrate with my essence seamlessly. It should be retractable for convenience during battles. I want it to have an ego, an intelligence that understands my movements."

Hamrick, acknowledging the complexity of the task, responded, "Creating such a piece will take several months, and I'll need substantial resources. Additionally, we might need the assistance of skilled mages."

Nova, aware of the challenges, reassured Hamrick, "Use the pure energy crystals we obtained from the capital. Take five mages from my personal staff to assist you. Speed and precision are crucial."

Hamrick nodded, understanding the urgency of the matter, and left the room to begin the ambitious project.