The Race of Gods

In this world of freedom and dreams, the aspirations of each individual are unique.

It was a universe where heroes and villains, protagonists and secondary characters alike, all dared to dream big.

Their ambitions, whether outlandish or noble, drove the narrative and that of the entire world.

Enel, with his arrogance and newly discovered power, was no exception to this rule. Behind his facade of disdain and superiority burned a fierce desire.

Michael was very clear about what Enel's dream was. However, it was important to allow Enel to verbalize his desires.

It wasn't simply a matter of confirmation; it was an act of recognition, of giving voice to what until now had only been a silent longing in Enel's heart.

By urging Enel to speak of his dreams, Michael was offering more than a simple opportunity for expression. He was building a bridge, creating a space where Enel's ambitions could be recognized and, potentially, redirected towards a greater purpose.

"What does it have to do with you?!"

Enel roared, even if pressed, he will never bow his head.

Living in adversity since childhood, he learned nothing but to be fierce and arrogant.

No matter who the enemy is or how terrifying they may be, he will never bow his head!

Observing the young man with a penetrating gaze, "However, if you die, it will all be over," Michael said, his words floating in the air. "No matter how big the dream, no matter how beautiful your vision, everything can be reduced to nothing."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing in a softer tone: "Is it really good not to see the scene you dreamed of until the end of your life?"

The silence that followed was heavy, laden with tension.

Enel lowered his head, for the first time, he seemed to be seriously considering Michael's words.

Perceiving his hesitation, he decided to change tactics. His voice took on a more direct tone.

"I'll say it straight, Enel," he declared. "I admire you greatly. That's why I hope to obtain your strength, that's why I will make your dream come true."

Then, with an enigmatic smile, he added: "Whether you follow me or simply die, this shouldn't be a difficult question to answer."

Enel, feeling the weight of the decision before him, abruptly raised his head.

His eyes shone with fury. "Are you threatening me?" he growled.

Michael's smile widened. "It's an invitation," he replied in a melodious voice.

"I have a great dream, but I need the help of many people. I hope you're one of them." His tone was warm, inviting, as if he were offering Enel the key to a secret kingdom.

Enel was silent for a moment, evaluating Michael from another perspective.

Finally, he asked: "Can you really make my dream come true?"

Michael leaned slightly forward: "You can tell me anything you want."

If it were someone else's dream, he might not be so sure.

But if it was the dream he remembered of Enel, it was something he could guarantee.

Enel took a deep breath. "The promised land..." he began, his voice laden with emotion.

"There's an unlimited amount of land there! It's the ideal world I seek! The world I deserve!"

It was evident that this dream had been the driving force of his entire life, a vision he was willing to pursue at any cost.

"What? The Infinite Earth?"

Before Michael could say anything, Fram had already exclaimed.

Michael directed an inquisitive look towards Fram, silently urging him to elaborate.

Fram, catching the signal, rushed to explain: "My God, the Infinite Earth is a legend that has endured in Birka for centuries."

"It is said that our ancestors emigrated to the Sky Island from a Land without Limits. That place, our Ancestral Homeland, is known as the Infinite Earth."

"Exactly!" interrupted Enel, his tone brimming with fervor.

"That is the domain of the Gods! The origin of everything! That Infinite Earth is the place I am destined to return to!"

Michael nodded knowingly, although his expression revealed a calculated curiosity.

"So," he asked with apparent innocence, "where exactly is this Infinite Earth located?"

Fram hesitated for a moment, then raised his right index finger, pointing upwards.

"In the sky!" he declared. After a dramatic pause, he added: "It's the moon!"

Turning to Michael, he continued: "According to legend, all winged beings descended to the blue sea from the moon, guided by..." He paused, as if he were about to reveal a sacred secret. "A tribe known as... 'Gods'."

"A race called 'gods'?" Enel repeated with surprise and skepticism.

Fram looked alternately at Enel and Michael, his eyes lingering on the wings and the halo of golden flames that crowned the young god.

"The Lunarian race!" he exclaimed. "In legends, they were simply known as 'Gods'."

"Lunarian?" repeated Enel, clearly bewildered by this unknown term.

Adopting a solemn tone, he elaborated: "It is said that they can survive in the most hostile environments. They are born with indestructible bodies and possess the gift of manipulating flames."

"Is that so?" Michael murmured with an enigmatic smile.

With a fluid gesture, he raised his right hand, and from his fingers sprouted a golden flame, dancing over his hand.

Astonishment painted itself on the faces of Enel and Fram.

Fram's surprise was palpable when he exclaimed: "My God, could it be that you really belong to... that race?"

What was mere speculation before now seemed to be confirmed before their eyes.

"The Lunarian clan?" whispered Enel.

The legend he had just heard was coming to life before him. 'A race called "Gods"?' he thought, his eyes widening at the possibility of being in the presence of a true deity.

Noticing the effect of his demonstration, Michael dissipated the flames.

"Perhaps," he replied with an enigmatic tone. "But that's irrelevant now. What matters is that I am your god, and that is enough for the moment."

Fram, overwhelmed by the revelation, bowed his head in respect. "Yes, thy will be done," he declared with renewed fervor.

For him, the presence of a member of the Lunarian race confirmed Michael's divine right to rule the skies.

He nodded slightly before turning his attention back to Enel, who was still struggling to process what he had just witnessed.

"So, Enel," Michael began, "your desire is to reach the moon, isn't it?"

After a moment of hesitation, Enel regained his defiant posture.

"That's right!" he affirmed, his provocative gaze fixed on Michael. Despite what he had seen, he refused to submit easily.

"Can you take me there?" he asked with a hint of skepticism in his voice.

Michael's smile widened. "Of course," he responded with confidence. "It's not difficult."

The response left both Enel and Fram stunned.

Had they heard correctly? They were talking about traveling to the moon, after all.

"Are you serious?" Enel couldn't help but ask.

"Certainly," Michael confirmed with a slight nod. "However, the right moment has not yet come. It wouldn't be fair to grant such a great reward without any merit, don't you think?"

Enel snorted. "Are you taking me for a fool? How can I be sure that you really have the power to fulfill my dream?"

"It's simple."

Michael's response was immediate. "You can experience it right now."

"What?" Enel blinked, confused. "Experience what exactly?"

Michael snapped his fingers. "I can show you what lies beyond this world."

"Beyond the world...?" repeated Enel, his mind struggling to comprehend the scope of what Michael was offering.