New Canvas

Silence.

No sound. No light. No time.

Then, slowly, a single light began to glow in the absolute darkness. It grew, radiating waves of pure creative energy. The Creator had begun his new work.

Dimensions began to form one by one, like crystals growing in the darkness. Each had its own unique characteristics - some filled with light, others drowned in shadow. Some vibrated with the energy of life, while others remained silent in their peace.

At the heart of this creation, in a newly formed dimension, a pair of eyes slowly opened.

Noah blinked, looking around in confusion. He was in a vast meadow, with a golden sky above him. A gentle breeze caressed his hair, which was now snow-white - different from the pitch-black of his previous life.

"Where..." he tried to move his unfamiliar body. His memories were still hazy, like a dream that was slowly fading. But there was one thing that remained clear in his mind: the name "Arzhanzou".

He tried to stand up, his legs shaking like a baby deer learning to walk. His hands groped, searching for something that wasn't there. Venuszirad - no, Gehdonov - had disappeared along with the old system.

"Welcome back," a familiar voice sounded behind him.

Noah turned slowly, his eyes widening at the figure standing there. Silver hair, sparkling white robes...

"Lera?"

The Exiriazurna goddess Lera smiled softly. "Do you remember me, brother?"

"I... why do I remember you? Shouldn't the system have..."

"The Creator has its own plans," Lera stepped closer. "Some memories are left to remain, like a red thread connecting the past and the future."

Noah looked at his now younger-looking hands. "Arata..."

"He too was reborn, in a different dimension," Lera explained. "The Creator gave you both a new chance to choose different paths."

"And Enah?"

Lera smiled mysteriously. "Ah, she... or rather, 'it'... is a mystery that will be revealed in time."

Noah tried to take a step, this time with more determination. The dimensions around him were still forming, like an unfinished painting. In the distance, he could see dimensional structures still growing and developing.

"What should I do now?" he asked, more to himself.

"That's up to you," Lera answered. "The Creator has given you a new canvas. This time, you can paint a different story."

Noah looked up at the golden sky above him. His memories of Arzhanzou were still there, but this time without the pain that accompanied them. Maybe this was what a second chance was all about - not to forget, but to learn and grow from the past.

"I want to see these new dimensions," he said finally.

Lera nodded. "Then let us begin this new journey. This time, as brothers and fellow travelers."

They stepped together into the world still in the process of creation. Behind them, the meadows were beginning to fill with flowers of every color - a sign that new life had truly begun.

And somewhere, in a different dimension, an ancient book called the Book of Dathlem was writing its first pages in a new system.

Noah and Lera traversed through various dimensions that were still in the process of being formed. Each step they took left a trail of golden energy that slowly merged with the new dimensional structure. Finally, they arrived at a dimensional portal that was different from the others - a portal with ancient carvings that radiated a mysterious aura.

"The World of Ajgenda," Lera whispered, her eyes narrowed at the glowing carvings. "One of the oldest Worlds created by The Creator in this new system."

Noah felt a familiar vibration within him. Something was drawing him to this dimension, an inexplicable calling. "What's in there?"

"Power," Lera answered. "But also danger. The World of Ajgenda is guarded by Lehfilma, a giant seven-headed snake tasked directly by The Creator to maintain the balance of this dimension."

Noah reached out his hand, touching the glowing portal. Faint memories of his fight with Arata flashed through his mind. Back then, he had Venuszirad, then Gehdonov. Now...

"You don't need a weapon to enter Ajgenda," Lera seemed to read his mind. “What you need is understanding.”

“Understanding what?”

“About why the Creator gave you a second chance. Why he had to give Gehdonov and why the Creator still created you.” Lera looked at her brother seriously. “Lehfilma is not just a guardian – she is the manifestation of the seven aspects of wisdom that must be mastered before one can master Ajgenda.”

Noah stepped into the world of Ajgenda. The air around him vibrated, and the golden meadows gave way to a dark, mysterious forest. The trees towered with dark purple leaves, while the ground was littered with crystals that glowed faintly.

A hissing sound could be heard in the distance, followed by a low growl that made the ground tremble.

“Lehfilma has sensed your presence,” Lera said.

“Each of her heads represents an aspect of Wisdom, Courage, Forgiveness, Patience, Balance, Sacrifice, and Truth.”

Noah felt a different energy flowing through his body – no longer the destructive force of the past, but something deeper and more fundamental. “How do I defeat her?”

“Not to defeat,” Lera shook her head. “But to understand. Each head will test you in a different way. You must prove yourself worthy of ruling Ajgenda not through strength, but through wisdom.”

The growls grew closer, and from behind the trees, Lehfilma’s figure came into view. Her black-scaled body glistened with crystal light, her seven heads each emitting a different aura. Her fiery red eyes stared intently at Noah.

“I cannot help you in this trial,” Lera said, taking a few steps back. “This is your own journey.”

Noah nodded, stepping forward to face Lehfilma. This time, he was not looking for weapons or power. There was something different about him—an understanding that this fight was not about who was stronger.

The first of Lehfilma’s heads—the one representing Wisdom—stepped forward, its eyes staring straight into Noah’s soul.

“Tell me,” Lehfilma’s voice echoed in Noah’s mind, “what do you seek here in Ajgenda?”

And with that question, Noah’s trial in the World of Ajgenda began.

Noah stared into Lehfilma’s red eyes, gleaming in the darkness. “I seek understanding,” he answered in a calm voice. “Understanding why the Creator gave me a second chance.”

Lehfilma’s seven heads moved in perfect harmony, hissing softly. The head representing Wisdom remained fixed on Noah, while the others began to move around him.

“A second chance?” the head of Truth hissed. “Or a chance to undo your mistakes?”

“No,” Noah shook his head. “I used to chase power for power’s sake. Now… I seek understanding.”

The head of Forgiveness stepped forward, its eyes gleaming with gold. “You speak of understanding, but have you forgiven yourself for what happened in the old system?”

The question hit Noah like a wave of energy. Images of his battle with Arata, the destruction of dimensions, the use of Gehdonov... all flashed through his mind.

"I..." Noah paused for a moment. "I accept what I have done. And I am ready to learn from it."

The Patience head hissed long. "You still seek the sword, Noah. We can feel it in your soul."

"Yes," Noah admitted. "But not to destroy. Venuszirad... there is a deeper connection to it. Something I do not yet fully understand."

The seven Lehfilma heads looked at each other, as if communicating silently. Then, the Balance head spoke, "You are right. Venuszirad is not just a weapon. It is a key."

"A key?"

"The key to your true destiny," the Sacrifice head explained. "But before you can find it again, you must prove yourself worthy."

Noah stood up straight, feeling the foreign energy coursing through his body. "I am ready."

The seven Lehfilma heads lifted themselves up simultaneously, their eyes shining ever brighter. "Then, take this as the first step."

Lehfilma's giant body began to glow, and from the mouth of the head of Courage, something began to emerge. A sword with a silvery blade - Vianemur.

"This sword will guide you to Venuszirad," Lehfilma explained. "But remember, its power is different. Vianemur is a sword of understanding, not destruction."

Noah reached out his hand, and Vianemur floated toward him. As his hand grasped the sword's hilt, he felt a warm surge of energy - very different from the destructive energy of Venuszirad or Gehdonov.

"I will accompany you on this quest," Lehfilma announced. "Not as a guardian or a tester, but as a guide. For in this new system, even we guardians must learn to change."

Lera, who had been watching silently, smiled faintly. "It seems our journey will grow by one more member."

Noah nodded, looking at the softly glowing Vianemur in his grasp. "Where should we go?"

"To the place where it all began," Lehfilma answered. "To the first dimension that The Creator created in the new system - the Arzhanzou."

And with that, a new chapter in Noah's journey began. This time, with Vianemur in his arms, Lehfilma by his side, and a new understanding in his heart, he stepped into the destiny that The Creator had outlined for him.