Nova become a Ruler.

The pulses of energy intensified, converging near the essence pillar once more. A collective breath seemed to hold in the air before releasing in a colossal blast, radiating across the planet.

In the wake of this eruption, Nova opened his eyes once more.

The landscape, now transformed, told a tale of renewed energy and potential. The savage beasts, touched by the phenomenon, exhibited a curious resilience. They were burning but not perishing, caught in a stage of transformation.

His gaze shifted to Freya, her tear-streaked face a stark contrast to the blazing surroundings. She struggled to heal Nova's wounds. His heart impaled, and the right side of his body severed, Nova felt the weight of apparent failure.

Freya, with a mix of despair and determination, continued her efforts to mend Nova's injuries. As Nova observed her, a strange calm settled within him. The planet-wide phenomenon, though seemingly chaotic, hinted at an untapped power.

Fighting against the encroaching darkness, Nova extended a hand to Freya. She looked up, her eyes reflecting a mixture of hope and desperation as he lost consciousness.

Nova, having miraculously recovered, observed the transformation of the once barren planet. The winds now carried the scent of thriving life, and the landscape had shifted from desolation to abundance. Freya, still by his side, reflected the astonishment of witnessing this remarkable change.

As Nova gazed upon the planet, a newfound connection revealed the extent of his influence. The winds whispered secrets, and the very essence of the planet responded to his presence. A sense of responsibility settled upon him as he comprehended the depth of the pact he had forged.

Turning to Freya, Nova inquired about the success of his endeavor. Her eyes held both admiration and acknowledgment of the extraordinary feat they had achieved together. She confirmed that the planet, now teeming with life, had undergone a transformation unparalleled in her experience.

"Father," Freya spoke with a mixture of reverence and joy, "you have made a miraculous pact. I have never witnessed a planet so profoundly influenced by its ruler. The impact is so significant that the entire planet has undergone this breathtaking metamorphosis."

Freya went on to explain the evolution of the once mindless and aggressive beasts. Transformed by the pact, they had become peaceful creatures, ready to serve under Nova's command. The planet, now under his influence, awaited his guidance to assign purpose and direction to its newfound life.

As Nova absorbed this revelation, a sense of purpose and authority swelled within him. The responsibility of ruling a living, breathing entity unfolded before him. The once chaotic flames that had surrounded the essence pillar now symbolized not only the trials, they had faced but also the potential for renewal and growth.

The tiredness weighed heavily on Nova as he sought rest in the nearby cave, barely having enough strength to function. Freya, attentive to his needs, acknowledged his fatigue and guided him to the shelter where he could find respite.

As Nova lay down to rest, his mind swirled with a mixture of exhaustion and contemplation. The recent events had unfolded beyond his expectations, and the newfound responsibility of ruling a living entity stirred within him. Despite the weariness, a sense of fulfillment settled over Nova as he embraced the role that destiny had bestowed upon him.

In the quiet confines of the cave, Nova's thoughts echoed, "This is my home now. All the beings in this planet are my children, and I must protect this marvelous creation." With that sentiment lingering in his mind, Nova succumbed to the embrace of sleep.

While Nova slept, Freya stood guard, her thoughts delving into the enigma of her father's existence. The injuries he sustained were beyond the scope of conventional healing, and yet, he defied the odds, surviving against all expectations. A profound sense of wonder and questioning enveloped Freya's mind.

"How is Father even alive? His heart and right side practically disintegrated," she pondered. The very nature of Nova's being raised questions about his mortality. Was it an inherent property passed down to us when he created us, or did Nova possess an extraordinary resilience that defied the laws of life and death?

Despite the mysteries surrounding Nova's existence, Freya's conclusion was resolute: "It doesn't matter what he is. He is my father, and I serve him wholeheartedly." The unwavering loyalty and devotion she felt for Nova surpassed the complexities of his nature.

-after a week-

Nova woke up, he felt he desire to eat one that he never felt, nova asked Freya to bring him something to eat.

Freya explained, "Father, you expended a considerable amount of energy refining the planet. As a result, you've essentially become mortal. To regain your strength, you'll need to eat and rest."

Freya handed a piece of the succulent fruit to Nova, his first experience with the simple yet delightful pleasure of eating. As he savored the texture and tasted the sweet juices, an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation washed over him.

"These are fruits from the transformed trees around the planet," Freya explained. "You refined the essence of the barren land, and now it yields bountiful harvests. Eating these will nourish your mortal body."

Nova, intrigued by the newfound pleasure of eating, encouraged Freya to try one herself. Freya hesitated but eventually took a bite, her eyes widening in surprise at the delightful taste.

As Nova enjoyed the fruits, he inquired about the whereabouts of Ignis and the rest of the companions. Freya responded, "Ignis and others have started their journey. they will be here shortly".

Pleased with the progress and the harmonious transformation of the planet, Nova decided it was time to discuss their next steps. "Gather Ignis, Ray, and May. We need to plan our actions for the future. We have a planet to nurture, and preparations to make for the journey ahead."

Ignis and the party have arrived on the planet.

The mage squad, led by Ignis, marveled at the stunning landscape of the newly transformed planet.

The air was rich with a mixture of floral scents, and the vibrant colors of the vegetation made it a sight to behold. Ignis could feel the life force teeming within the planet, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and vitality.

Freya, guiding Ignis through the lush terrain, engaged in conversation. "How was the journey, Ignis? I hope it was smooth."

Ignis, still taking in the breathtaking scenery, replied, "The journey was uneventful, but this place... it's beyond anything I could have imagined. Why did they give it away?"

Freya explained, " They didn't give it away this planet.' father forged a pact with the planet, becoming its ruler in the process. This transformation is a result of that pact. The planet now recognizes him as its master, and he has the ability to control and shape its essence."

As they continued, the group encountered some of the planet's native beasts, which sensed the unfamiliar presence and began to approach aggressively. Ignis, ever vigilant, unsheathed his halberd, ready to defend against the potential threat. However, Freya swiftly stepped in front of him, extending her hand to halt his advance.

With a calming presence, Freya communicated with the beasts using a form of telepathy. Ignis watched in awe as the once-aggressive creatures responded to her commands, becoming docile and retreating.

Freya turned to Ignis and said, "Father's influence extends to the creatures of this planet. They recognize him as their ruler, and now they heed his command. This is the result of the powerful connection he established."