PROLOGUE
“Power-a coveted aspiration shared by all, while fortune pales in the shadow of true dominion. Seek my guidance, O rulers of the universe, and I shall unveil a future where righteousness reigns supreme.”, these were the last words of the CURSED RULER said before he landed on ELLESMERE. The rest, forever veiled in mystery.
CHAPTER 1
Throughout my recollection, Earth 99 remained an isolated yet habitable planet. Approximately 250 years ago, the elders of this realm received a petition from all other realms in the universe. Though the content of the petition remained shrouded in secrecy, it was revealed that the venerable elders of this planet ultimately rejected its entreaties.
Allow me to introduce myself: my name is ETHAN CALDWELL, a simple news reporter living in this community. There is nothing particularly extraordinary about me, but I take pride in my role as a conduit of information, ensuring the public stays informed on important matters.
Back in the days when the treaty was rejected, an intriguing opportunity arose for news reporters like me: the privilege to journey beyond our homeland while others remained confined. This unique chance became my driving force to pursue a career in reporting. As news reporters, we held the key to travel anywhere, anytime, for our mission was to furnish vital information to the public. This freedom was not merely a post-treaty development; it had always been an integral part of our profession.
In the grip of captivity, I feel compelled to share my harrowing journey, a story that began with an innocuous curiosity as a news reporter. Little did I know that my quest for truth would lead me down a treacherous path.
As I journeyed towards EVERMORE—the mystical realm of gods—excitement and nerves mingled within me. While it wasn’t a conventional city but an entire realm, its size seemed reminiscent of a grand metropolis. Only a select few, including high-ranking officials, were allowed access, which made me feel honored to have received a temporary license in place of my boss, who hesitated to go.
I couldn’t pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, despite my initial doubts about a newcomer like me being chosen for such a significant task. Determined to explore diverse places, I embraced the chance to step into EVERMORE’s enigmatic world
As soon as I set foot on Evermore, a wave of nervous excitement washed over me. It was my first time stepping onto a realm so distant from Earth 99. While I had journeyed to numerous smaller realms before, this was an entirely new and awe-inspiring experience.
Eager to prepare myself for this foreign land, I made my way to a small counter just ahead of the entrance. There, I exchanged my homeland’s currency for that of Evermore, taking my friend’s advice to heart.
Upon arrival, I approached the exchange counter, where an elderly gentleman awaited. A fleeting thought crossed my mind—would he handle my currency accurately? Pushing the notion aside, I handed over my money for conversion. The old man then requested that I sign a document related to the transaction, which I did without a second thought.
Yet, when I looked up to address him again, he had vanished without a trace, leaving me bewildered. The counter that had stood moments ago had disappeared entirely, except for the table on which the papers I signed lay abandoned. My heart skipped a beat as an unsettling realization dawned upon me.
Never could I have imagined that even in Evermore, a realm of gods, deceit could rear its head. I had lost everything—my entire wealth—leaving me feeling disheartened as I contemplated how my week-long stay in this extraordinary realm would unfold with such a disheartening start.
Currency had always played a crucial role in the realms I had visited before, and losing all my money left me feeling utterly despondent. My spirit sank, and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. However, amidst my despair, my gaze fell upon a young man standing near the entrance. An impish thought crossed my mind, and with a momentary lapse of judgment, I decided to take drastic action—I resolved to steal the money from his back pocket, where his wallet lay conspicuously.
As I cautiously approached him, my heart pounded in my chest. The temptation to alleviate my current predicament overshadowed my better judgment. Swiftly and silently, I retrieved his wallet without raising any suspicion.
Just as I thought I had succeeded in my reckless act, a sudden cry rang out from a distance, “PETRIFICATION!!!!” The startling exclamation echoed through the air, freezing me in place.
“Petrification? As in the movies?” I thought, my mind momentarily conjuring images of fantastical tales. However, as I took a closer look at the man I had stolen money from, a sense of unease washed over me. He stood before me, still as a statue, his form draped in a magnificent, glossy robe that seemed to emit an ethereal aura. The sight was both mesmerizing and unsettling—his presence commanding attention amidst the bustling realm.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, I decided to make a discreet exit. But before I could take a step, a sudden commotion erupted around me. In the blink of an eye, a group of people appeared and surrounded me. Their swift and coordinated movements left me no chance to escape as darkness engulfed my senses, and everything went black.
As consciousness slowly returned, my surroundings remained shrouded in haze for a fleeting moment, before gradually revealing the grim reality. Startled, I found myself confined behind forbidding bars, my heart sinking as I grappled with the reason behind my imprisonment. The dimly lit room exuded an eerie ambiance—dark, yet strangely devoid of the usual terror that accompanies such places. The chilling atmosphere seemed meticulously crafted to unsettle the mind, gradually eroding one’s mental fortitude—a torture more insidious than physical pain.
In this realm of gods, I had never anticipated the existence of such a malevolent chamber—a place designed to break spirits and shred sanity. Helpless and shackled to the wall, escape was an impossible notion for a mere mortal like me. Every second spent in this suffocating enclosure seemed interminable, the weight of solitude pressing upon me like an impenetrable darkness.
Then, at long last, a towering figure loomed before me, but my vision was obscured, leaving only a vague outline of his imposing presence. He addressed the enigma that brought me here—a “Petrification case.” His words sent a jolt of disbelief through my veins. Petrification? Me? It couldn’t be true! Yet, the unfolding revelation left me paralyzed with fear, as the puzzle pieces fell into place.
It dawned on me that the man I had stolen from at the entrance of Evermore had suffered the very fate he had warned me about. I had unwittingly fallen into a well-orchestrated trap—a classic, old trick played with masterful cunning. Regret gnawed at me as I grappled with the consequences of my actions.
“Hey, why you spacing out?” The jumbo-sized man’s voice sliced through the suffocating silence, demanding my attention. “This is the last time I’ll ask…” He paused, a moment of tense anticipation hanging in the air. Then, with a menacing tone, he uttered, “FIGHT OR DEATH?”
CHAPTER 2
As the jumbo-sized man posed his unsettling question, “Fight or death?” confusion and fear engulfed me. In the next moment, he declared, “The harder way it is. I’ll take that as FIGHT.”
Fight? Me? A normal, simple news reporter? The very notion seemed absurd, something I could never have anticipated in my wildest dreams. Yet, the colossal titan-like figure before me seemed unperturbed as he nonchalantly announced that I would be battling in the Colosseum the following afternoon.
Before leaving, he mentioned that they would release me for a warm-up tonight. Although the morning sun bathed the realm, I couldn’t shake off the overwhelming sense of foreboding.
But there was something else gnawing at my mind—something I had not felt in a long time. I couldn’t understand why I felt so narrow-minded in this moment of crisis.
Amidst the turmoil, I realized that I had omitted a crucial aspect of my story. Back when I was around 15, an extraordinary power awakened within me—a power not as flashy as super speed or strength, but one that transformed my eyesight. My vision surpassed human capabilities, allowing me to perceive all manner of radiation and hidden details. A 360-degree view opened up a world previously invisible to me, except when obstructed by barriers.
Ever since I entered the colossal entrance, an unsettling feeling gripped me, as if something were obstructing my sight. My ability to perceive everything with exceptional clarity had subsided, leaving me feeling strangely normal. It was during this vulnerable state that I failed to notice someone approaching from behind, and before I knew it, I was knocked out.
As my mind wandered in thought, fatigue gradually crept in, and before I knew it, I had succumbed to sleep.
Upon regaining consciousness, I found myself amidst a muddy landscape. The earthly scent permeated the air, and to my surprise, I was no longer restrained by cuffs. They must have assumed I posed no threat. As my vision cleared, an astonishing sight unfolded before me—countless warriors surrounded me, each engrossed in their own activities. It became apparent that they were preparing for the upcoming tournament or fight.
Feeling like an outsider in this foreign realm, I cautiously rose to my feet, uncertain of my role among these diverse fighters. Their appearances varied drastically; some were of colossal proportions, dwarfing even the imposing figure I encountered in prison, while others stood at my height. I even noticed a few who appeared no older than children. It dawned on me that this realm was a melting pot of tribes from across the universe.
As I observed the warriors’ training, doubt clouded my mind about participating in the imminent competition. The seriousness and intensity in the air made me question whether I truly belonged in this grand spectacle.
Each warrior had a unique approach to their training; some engaged in spirited sparring with their comrades, while others focused intently on honing their individual skills. Amidst the bustling preparation, I felt adrift, unsure of my purpose in this extraordinary realm.
Determined not to give up without a fight, I headed towards the weapons chamber. Rows of unfamiliar and exotic weapons greeted me, but amidst them, a familiar sight caught my eye – NUN CHUCKS. Memories of my childhood fascination with these weapons resurfaced, and I couldn’t resist the urge to pick them up once again. As I began practicing the basic movements, it felt as if I had forgotten everything, but with each passing moment, my muscle memory kicked in, bringing back the joy of my karate classes.
The nun chucks danced around me, an extension of my body that I had not felt in ages. The joy that had accompanied my childhood training returned, and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. The sweat glistened on my forehead, and my breaths came in steady rhythm with the swings of the nun chucks. In that moment, I felt a connection to my younger self, to the dreams and aspirations that had accompanied me through my karate classes. The trials of the day, the looming uncertainty of the tournament, all faded away as I immersed myself in the grace of the nun chucks.
As the training session drew to a close, I set the nun chucks down with a newfound sense of purpose. My hands felt like extensions of my heart, the weapon an integral part of who I was. The little bit of confidence I had gained before now flourished into something stronger, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, I had a chance to make a stand in the looming tournament.
As I took a moment to catch my breath, a voice interrupted my thoughts, drawing my attention to a figure approaching me. “You sure are pretty good with those sticks attached with chains,” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
With a touch of irritation, I corrected him, “Those are not some sticks and chains, it’s called nun chucks.” It seemed like he was teasing me, and I couldn’t help but respond with a bit of rudeness.
Undeterred by my retort, he posed an unexpected question, “Wanna spar?” I studied him closely as he walked nearer. He had an average build, a bit taller than me, and sported blonde hair. His armored attire exuded an aura of strength, yet his low-pitched voice was strangely reassuring. Despite the initial chill it sent down my spine, he appeared more approachable than I had anticipated.
“Nah, I don’t know how to fight. Unlike you guys, who are participating in the tournament of your own free will, I was forced to participate,” I explained, my frustration evident in my voice.
With a calm demeanor, he countered, “Don’t sell yourself short. You may not know how to fight in the traditional sense, but you use those nun chucks with elegance. You possess the foundation; all you lack is experience. If you spar with me, I may be able to teach you a thing or two—tricks to confuse your opponents, all tailored to your skill level.”
His words carried a hint of encouragement, and despite my reluctance, a spark of curiosity ignited within me. Perhaps there was more to this fighter than met the eye, and if there was even the slightest chance of honing my abilities, I couldn’t let it slip away.
He led me to a slightly secluded area, away from the bustling training grounds. Though still within sight of the other warriors, the tranquility of this spot felt strangely comforting.
“Alright, let’s get started,” he said, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “You’ve got some interesting moves with those nunchucks, but I think we can take it up a notch. There was a girl from where I came. She had a unique style that combined offense and defense flawlessly. There are not many weapons that can balance both aspects like nunchucks can. With your potential, we can explore various fighting styles that suit you best.”
I couldn’t help but be intrigued by his knowledge. “Wow, that’s a lot more than just a little bit of information,” I replied, genuinely surprised. “I never knew nunchucks could be so versatile. Back when I learned karate as a kid, I mainly used them for self-defense and quick hand movements.”
He chuckled, nodding in understanding. “Nunchucks are more than just flashy twirls; they’re a deadly art when mastered. Let me show you some techniques that can enhance your skills.”
With that, he began demonstrating a series of fluid movements, showcasing how the nunchucks could be used for both offensive strikes and adept defensive maneuvers. As I observed his graceful motions, I felt a newfound appreciation for the weapon I once thought of as a mere childhood fascination.
“Give it a try,” he encouraged, handing me my nunchucks. “Remember, it’s not just about raw power; finesse and precision are crucial as well.”
I took the nunchucks, feeling a surge of determination to make the most of this impromptu training. As I practiced the techniques he showed me, I noticed how my movements became more refined and controlled. It was as if the nunchucks were an extension of my own body, guided by an unseen force.
“Excellent,” he nodded approvingly. “You’ve got the hang of it. With a little more practice, you’ll be a force to be reckoned with.”
As the training session continued, we exchanged insights and tips, immersing ourselves in the art of wielding the nunchucks. Time seemed to blur, and I forgot the looming specter of the tournament. Instead, I embraced the thrill of learning and the joy of honing my skills.
By the time we finished, the sun had started to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the training grounds. I couldn’t help but feel grateful to my unexpected mentor, who had opened my eyes to the true potential of the nunchucks and instilled newfound confidence within me.
“Thank you,” I said, sincerely appreciative. “I never thought I’d find someone like you here, willing to help me.”
He smiled, his eyes reflecting the fading light. “It’s my pleasure. Besides, it’s always good to share knowledge and learn from each other. We might come from different realms, but there’s much we can gain through cooperation.”
As we walked back towards the training grounds, I felt a sense of camaraderie with this enigmatic warrior. In this universe of powerful beings, I had found an unexpected ally who believed in my potential. With the tournament on the horizon, I knew that I would face countless challenges, but with the guidance of my new mentor and the skills I had honed, I was ready to embrace my destiny and forge my own path in this extraordinary realm.
CHAPTER 3
The next morning, I woke up feeling more refreshed than ever. The knowledge and skills I had gained from my training session with the mentor were invaluable. It amazed me how much I could improve by simply using my existing abilities more effectively. His feedback filled me with a sense of pride, and I couldn’t deny the flutter of my heart at his kind words. Emotions had always played a significant role in my life, and this encounter was no exception.
The tournament’s format had been revealed—the duels would consist of five rounds, and there were a total of eighty participants. From what the mentor had shared, over two hundred warriors from across the universe had gathered on Evermore to compete, but only eighty were chosen. Surprisingly, I found myself among them, even though I had never intended to participate in the first place. Strangely, I didn’t feel any regret about being part of this grand event.
While I hadn’t set my sights on winning the tournament, I definitely didn’t want to be eliminated in the first round. The prospect of facing formidable opponents, including the mentor from last night, weighed my mind. He had displayed remarkable strength, and I couldn’t help but feel anxious about the possibility of going up against him.
The matchmaking process was set to begin soon, and I anxiously waited for the announcements. Evermore’s Colosseum lacked screens, so a tall, imposing man, easily twelve feet tall, stood in the center and announced the matchups. Clad in a heavy, pitch-black armor devoid of any patterns, he commanded attention effortlessly.
As the matchups were revealed, I listened intently. Suddenly, the man’s deep voice echoed through the Colosseum, “And the 32nd matchup is Ethan Coldwell and THRA’GUL THE TITAN.”
At the mention of “Titan,” my heart skipped a beat. My mind conjured up images of massive, fearsome warriors with devilish looks—a description I had read in a magazine from my homeland. The name alone sounded dangerous, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of trepidation at the thought of facing such a formidable opponent.
Frustration gnawed at my mind as I mentally corrected my name’s misspelling—Caldwell, not Coldwell. The 32nd matchup indicated that our battle would take place after a whopping 31 fights. Perhaps that would afford me some time to strategize, to figure out a plan for that impending clash.
All participants, except for those in the first matchup, were directed to take their seats in a specially designated royal section. It was a grand view that awaited us, a spectacle to be witnessed. The fights were promised to run without any interruptions, one after the other.
Once again, the eerie voice of the tall man echoed, louder this time, “PREPARE THYSELVES FOR THE INAUGURAL CLASH OF THIS DAY’S TOURNAMENT, HONORED LADIES AND NOBLE GENTLEMEN! I HEREBY PRESENT UNTO THEE THE NOBLE WARRIORS OF AETHERIA! LO, BEHOLD SERAPHINA OF AETHERIA—ADORNED IN SILVER ARMOR, ETCHED WITH INTRICATE DESIGNS, A TRUE PARAGON OF MEDIEVAL CHIVALRY! AND CAELUM, AND THE TWILIGHT SAGE—A FIGURE SHROUDED IN MYSTERY AND ENIGMA, KNOWN FOR MASTERING SWORDSMANSHIP AND ANCIENT ARCANE ARTS!”
His voice carried a fervor that ignited the air. “THESE WARRIORS OF AETHERIA, OFFSPRING OF THE MOST HONORABLE CLANS, SHALL ENGAGE IN A BATTLE UNLIKE ANY OTHER! SO LET NOT THE HOURS PASS IN WAITING, BUT LET THE CLASH COMMENCE!”
With spellcasting precision, a barrier was erected around the fighting arena—a precaution to prevent any overwhelming energy from affecting the watching participants.
Despite the tension in the air and the grandeur of the moment, my thoughts were fixated on my own impending battle. The warriors in the field, Seraphina and Caelum, emanated an aura of immense strength, far beyond anything I could imagine. Their mere presence sent shivers down my spine, and beads of sweat formed on my brow. Oddly enough, I found myself disinterested in their clash, preoccupied instead with plotting my own strategy for the forthcoming fight.
Silently, I rose from my seat, my steps leading me away from the spectacle. I was drawn to a room situated behind the Colosseum, seeking solitude amidst the chaos. As I neared the exit, an overwhelming surge of bloodlust hit me like a tidal wave. Instinctively, I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest. Yet, as my gaze swept the battlefield, I found both Seraphina and Caelum locked in a tense standoff, their gazes locked in an unspoken challenge.
Shaking off the unnerving feeling, I quickened my pace. The intensity of their power was something I wasn’t prepared to face head-on. Walking away, I realized that in this realm of gods and warriors, the strength differential was astounding. I had to focus on what I could control—my own preparations for the battle ahead.
As I entered the room, my mind was a chaotic whirlwind of stress and anxiety. In my haste, I accidentally collided with a massive figure, and as I looked up, he spoke in a rumbling voice, “You must be Coldwell.”
I couldn’t help but correct him, a surge of irritation coursing through me. “It’s CALDWELL, not Coldwell,” I retorted, unable to let my self-respect waver.
“You’ve got some guts,” he remarked, his tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and warning. “Heard you petrified someone; that’s a significant crime here, you know?”
Leaning in close, his presence looming over me, he continued with a menacing tone, his words dripping with bloodlust, “I’m looking forward to our match. I’ll strike you so brutally that your bones will shatter into fragments, your flesh will be rent apart in tatters, and the sheer force will leave your visage so disfigured that even your own reflection will recoil in horror.”
With those chilling words delivered, he turned and walked away, each step resonating like a countdown to my impending doom. The atmosphere around everyone here was saturated with bloodlust, but his aura held a particular weight that sent shivers down my spine. He had to be the Titan I was scheduled to face, towering and imposing as I had imagined. But his words held a depth that echoed in my thoughts.
Now alone in the empty room, I sank into contemplation, my mind grappling with strategies for the upcoming fight. The previous night’s training had provided me with insights, notably the reduced gravity compared to Earth 99. Could that be an advantage? Perhaps I could utilize it to leap higher and evade attacks more swiftly. Yet, a gnawing doubt arose—what if this giant I was about to face was equally accustomed to this altered gravity? The realization struck me like a lightning bolt. My learning curve during that intensive night of training had been steep, revealing unnecessary movements that hampered my agility.
Hours stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity as I wrestled with my racing thoughts. My eyes grew heavy, yet sleep remained elusive, evading my grasp like a wisp of smoke. Leaning my head against my hand, I massaged my temples in an attempt to soothe the tension that had taken residence there. But even in the stillness of the night, my mind was a whirlwind.
Then, a deafening clang shattered the silence, and I bolted upright in my chair, heart pounding like a drum. My name echoed through the air, a jolt of panic coursing through me. “Coldwell! Ethan Coldwell!”
For a split second, confusion held me in its grip. But then the urgency of the situation hit me like a tidal wave. It was my turn to fight. The realization snapped me out of my daze, and without a second thought, I snatched up the nunchucks that lay on the table beside me. Their familiar weight in my hands provided a grounding anchor in the storm of chaos.
The journey to the arena was a blur, adrenaline pushing me forward with a singular purpose. Footsteps echoed through empty corridors as I raced toward the battle that awaited me. The fatigue that had haunted me earlier was replaced by an electric surge of energy, my mind now consumed by the imminent clash.
The entrance to the arena loomed before me, the roars of the crowd and the crackling tension in the air sending shivers down my spine. I stepped into the arena, and the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the vast expanse of the battleground and the eyes of the spectators fixed upon me.
My opponent, Thra’gul the Titan, stood across from me—an imposing figure radiating an aura of power that was impossible to ignore. Our gazes met, a wordless challenge passed between us, and the weight of the moment bore down on my shoulders.
The battle commenced, and my body moved with a fluid grace, the nunchucks an extension of my very being. I focused on evading Thra’gul’s strikes, the training I had undergone fueling my every move. The clash of our weapons reverberated through the arena, the cheers of the crowd melding into a deafening symphony of anticipation.
However, amidst the flurry of movement, an unfamiliar sensation coursed through the nunchucks in my grip. They vibrated with a strange energy, and a soft glow emanated from their polished wood. The distraction was enough to throw me off for a split second, my movements faltering.
In that brief moment of vulnerability, Thra’gul seized the opportunity. His strike sent my nunchucks sailing from my hands, the metallic clatter echoing in the arena. Panic surged within me as I scrambled to my feet, my gaze fixated on the weapons that lay several feet away.
But as my fingers closed around the nunchucks, an intense surge of energy surged through them. In an instant, they transformed, reshaping themselves into a sword—a weapon completely foreign to my training. Shock rippled through me as I stared at the blade in disbelief, my mind racing to comprehend the sudden change.
Frustration and panic welled up within me. This wasn’t what I had trained for, not what I had prepared myself for. The sword felt unwieldy in my grasp, its weight unfamiliar and its balance a mystery. My advantage had become my disadvantage in the blink of an eye.
Thra’gul advanced, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. The newfound weapon in my hands felt like a burden, my every strike unsteady and uncertain. The crowd’s cheers seemed distant as I grappled with the alien weapon.
As the battle raged on, I fought to adapt to the sword, my movements growing more calculated as I tried to regain my footing. Thra’gul’s skill was evident, and his strikes grew more ferocious with each passing moment.
Despite the odds stacked against me, a spark of determination ignited within me. I had trained relentlessly, honing my skills with the nunchucks. I wouldn’t let this unexpected twist be my downfall. With every ounce of willpower, I summoned every scrap of training and instinct within me.
The arena was a whirlwind of movement, steel meeting steel in a dance of combat. My mind raced, my heart pounded, and the crowd’s roars faded into the background. With each strike, each parry, I fought to regain control over the weapon that had betrayed my expectations.
But as I clashed with Thra’gul, a sinking realization settled in my gut. The sword was a hindrance, an obstacle to my own expertise. I had to find a way to adapt, to make the best of a dire situation. The battle was far from over, and as the clash of weapons echoed through the arena, I was determined to prove that I was more than the weapon in my hands.
CHAPTER 4
As our clash raged on, the once-bosterious cheers of the audience gradually dwindled into a distant hum. My tension was mounting with each passing moment. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, making it difficult to formulate any precise plans, and even if I had, I doubted their efficacy in this unpredictable contest.
The ability to perceive everything around me was still at my disposal, yet my anxiety had a vice-like grip on my focus. What if a fatal strike landed? The chilling thought of my own mortality loomed large. What if I didn’t make it out of this arena alive? The prospect of leaving my family bereft gnawed at me relentlessly, a constant refrain in my mind.
But there was no retreat, no surrender. I couldn’t afford to lose, not now. I was hemmed in by necessity, forced to persist in this battle against all odds. Our clashes continued, a series of violent exchanges, and though he was relying solely on his bare fists, his blows were a formidable obstruction. The resilience of his flesh seemed almost impervious to my blade, a frustrating realization.
The sword was a mystery to me, an untried entity in my hands, compounded by my own lack of combat experience. An unsettling unease settled over me. It was in that pivotal moment that the teachings from the enigmatic mentor resurfaced, a lifeline of guidance.
Recollections flooded back—words about “Soulforge,” a concept he had imparted during our brief training. I delved into my memory, retrieving the details with striking clarity. The essence of his teachings illuminated my mind: the notion that living beings possessed a soul, an inexhaustible fount of energy radiating from their very core. The ancients, so the tale went, had harnessed this energy, refusing its wasteful dissipation. They learned to manipulate it, infusing it into their techniques and skills. A mastery so profound that it was said to even manipulate the building blocks of matter itself.
A spark of confidence ignited within me. I wasn’t claiming to have mastered this arcane art in a single night, akin to some improbable hero from a fantastical tale. The mentor, in an act of rare trust, had bequeathed me a minute vial, brimming with his own soul energy. It was a desperate contingency, a last-resort gamble he had laid on the line. He had instructed me to anoint my nunchucks with its contents should I find myself cornered, emphasizing its singular application.
The vial held the promise of empowerment, a means to imbue my weapon with newfound strength. It would harden the material, amplify its impact, and potentially turn the tide in my favor. With these revelations at the forefront of my mind, a renewed determination surged within me, dispelling the earlier fog of uncertainty.
I uncorked the vial and let its contents cascade onto my sword’s blade. In an instant, an enigmatic azure mist enveloped the weapon, rendering it utterly invisible. A heartbeat later, the mist burst forth from the blade, billowing silently across the arena. Unexpectedly, the sword began to radiate a soft, ethereal blue light that perfectly mirrored the mist’s hue.
“Another trick up your sleeve?” scoffed the Titan, his voice a mixture of surprise and disdain. Before he could finish his taunt, he lunged at me with a ferocious burst of speed. Reflexively, I replicated a motion akin to an upward nunchuck swing, albeit with the sword clutched in one hand. The sword clashed against his arm, and an immense surge of power surged forth from me, overpowering his resistance. A distinct crack echoed through the air as his arm faltered, a mixture of shock and pain flashing across his eyes. I hadn’t anticipated channelling so much power, let alone overwhelming him. My lack of swordsmanship skill somehow translated into raw force, and I was just as astounded as he was.
His agile form recoiled, swiftly retreating to his end of the arena. An inner voice compelled me to maintain the momentum, harnessing the diminished gravity of Evermore to my advantage. With every ounce of leg strength I could muster, I launched myself toward him, my newfound swiftness even taking me by surprise.
Externally, I presented an image of confidence and prowess as a fighter, yet only I was privy to the inner struggle I grappled with. Each maneuver demanded twice the exertion I was accustomed to with my nunchucks.
Initially, the arena remained discernible through the azure haze exuding from the sword’s soul energy. However, this mist began to ascend gradually, thickening as it rose. In my lunge towards the Titan, his figure gradually morphed into obscurity, veiled by the growing fog. Though it might seem like an impairment to an ordinary observer, little did they comprehend that my eyes, attuned to more than just visible light, could also discern thermal traces emitted by living beings. Over time, I had unconsciously mastered this ability, akin to my panoramic vision.
Suddenly, a realization struck – BEHIND ME! A treacherous ploy, I surmised. With my aerial movement hindered, altering my sword’s trajectory demanded an unfamiliar effort. Nevertheless, I contorted my body mid-air, outlining his massive silhouette. Although his actions were evident, his features remained shrouded. In my attempt to parry his impending strike, he drew closer and closer, until the unimaginable transpired. Executing an aerial kick, he propelled himself behind me. Reacting within that fraction of a second, my sword aligned instinctively with his approach, our combined velocities immense.
Impact ensued, accompanied by the resonating clang of colliding steel. Astonishingly, it was not his hand that thwarted the blow. The billowing fog dispersed suddenly, revealing his form. What transpired defied expectation – it was not his hand that impeded my strike. He had finally unsheathed his weapon, a formidable KANABO.
“You’re not half bad,” he chuckled, his voice resonating. His words continued, “It’s getting fun. Don’t die before giving me a good fight now.”
“Die?” Did he truly intend that? The manner in which he spoke sent shivers down my spine. In truth, he was already quite fearsome even before uttering those words.
Our clash recommenced, the collision of our weapons sending ripples through the air. Vibrations, shockwaves, luminous sparks, and speed intertwined in an entirely novel sensation for me. Despite the terror, a part of me found an odd enjoyment in this spectacle. The battle’s intensity surged. Our rapid exchanges, the dance of high-speed movements, persisted ceaselessly. I managed to keep pace until then, a credit to the modified gravity’s aid to my stamina. A small alteration, perhaps, but pivotal in sustaining my resolve.
After a series of traded blows, he spoke again, “This is growing wearisome, brat. Shall we conclude this in our next assault? Don’t fret; getting this far must already be an achievement for you.”
Realistically, a head-on confrontation at full force would likely lead to my defeat. Continuing our clash indefinitely wouldn’t alter the outcome. With a history of combat, he undoubtedly possessed greater stamina compared to a novice like me, for whom this was the maiden battle.
I offered him a smile, conceding to his proposition. I staked my life on this gamble. Planting my feet firmly, I faced him head-on, sword held horizontally across my chest. Labored breaths punctuated the charged atmosphere. The Titan adopted no particular stance, instead barreling directly toward me, mirroring my intent.
Legend speaks of a heightened perception that overtakes swordsmen during the precipice of clashing blades, as if time itself slows. A parallel sensation was now mine to savor, though not an instinct honed by swordsmanship, but a facet of my extraordinary vision. The fervent battle with Thra’gul had seemingly refined this aspect.
Ironically, at that juncture, I might have preferred ignorance, for I glimpsed my defeat moments before it materialized.
As our weapons teetered on the cusp of cataclysmic collision, the ethereal blue radiance that had emanated from my sword vanished abruptly. Not a gradual fade, but an instantaneous departure. The once weighty sword transformed into a feather-light fragment. In that fleeting moment, all I perceived was my blade splintering into shards, while Thra’gul’s kanabo surged through, its impact resounding as it struck the left side of my face with unbridled force.
CHAPTER 5
I learned that I had been unconscious for a mere two days, a revelation that itself carried a jolt of astonishment. To survive a grievous injury of such magnitude was staggering, but to emerge from it fully healed in just forty-eight hours was nothing short of miraculous.
Indeed, my body was entirely restored, barring a distinctive mark etched across one of my eyebrows, slicing diagonally like the iconic badge of a rugged, enigmatic character from the grand tapestry of cinema. It seemed that the designation “REALM OF GODS” was far from arbitrary; its mystical mending powers defied reason.
Summoned by the elder gods, I was beckoned to their presence for an undisclosed but evidently vital matter. The words reached me through a nurse in what could only be described as a hospital that rivaled palaces. The sheer notion that such lofty beings wished to converse with me left me dumbfounded. What could individuals of such supreme standing possibly desire from someone like me?
Adorned in a traditional ensemble befitting the realm’s culture, I hastened my steps toward the resplendent TOWN HALL.
An aside about these structures: each realm, Earth 99 excluded, boasted a monumental town hall, serving as the dwelling for the most exalted figures. Its grandeur was unparalleled, housing residences that contained all necessities for a tranquil existence. Within its walls resided the paramount authority of every realm.
Anticipation grew as I approached the TOWN HALL, where the elite echelons of authority from each realm were said to convene. At least, that’s what I had been informed.
Returning to the narrative at hand:
Never before had I held such importance in the eyes of anyone, and the weight of this realization settled heavily upon me. Even my neighbours were oblivious to my existence, and likewise, I to theirs.
The hospital where I had been admitted lay nestled on the edge of the realm. Unlike the spherical domains, Evermore stood as an exception—a flat expanse resembling a colossal slab of rock suspended in the cosmos. It lacked the customary rotation around a larger celestial body, maintaining a fixed position in space. This stationary state was enshrouded in a shroud of mystery, a realm where an enigmatic atmosphere prevailed. A cluster of clouds encircled it, orchestrating the rhythm of day and night, an extraordinary occurrence that defied explanation within the confines of Earth 99’s understanding.
The town hall, situated at the heart of the realm, was a grandiose palace-like structure that stood out conspicuously among the surrounding buildings. My superior, who possessed greater access to various realms, had informed me that while every town hall across realms shared a similar architectural design, each one managed to maintain its unique identity. These structures were regarded as some of the most ancient technological marvels in the entire universe, or so the legends claimed.
Navigating the labyrinthine lanes and countless turns within Evermore, I found myself lost more than once. After what felt like hours of wandering, I finally arrived at the imposing town hall, drenched in sweat that clung uncomfortably to the clothes I had received at the hospital.
Despite being in the Realm of Gods, Evermore didn’t exude a futuristic or advanced vibe. Instead, it radiated an aura of well-organized living with minimal crime rates, a surprising discovery considering its divine reputation. It seemed that everything was in perfect harmony here.
Exhausted, I approached the town hall’s entrance. To my amazement, the guards recognized me immediately. It bewildered me; this was my first time setting foot in Evermore, so how did they know who I was?
Their stern words greeted me, “You are late. The appointment you were given started seven minutes ago.”
Standing there, in that moment, felt like an accomplishment in itself, especially considering the possibility of becoming hopelessly lost in an unfamiliar realm.
I was escorted into the presence of the universe’s most esteemed officials, and with every step I took toward the heart of the town hall, my heart grew heavier.
“What is this? Could it be the weight of authority emanating from those officials in the room?” I felt tension building within me, a harbinger of the challenging encounter that awaited me in the next few minutes.
The guard left me by the enormous door, assuring me that it would open when the officials deemed it appropriate.
I couldn’t help but reflect, “Is it a universal truth that the more power one holds, the more one tends to become rude and arrogant?”
A long, towering stairway stretched before me, leading to the elevated platform where I now stood. The guard who had accompanied me departed, descending the staircase until he was a mere speck, barely visible from my lofty vantage point.
A refreshing breeze, carrying with it the promise of relief from the perspiration clinging to my skin, brushed over me. The panoramic view that unfolded before my eyes was nothing short of breathtaking. In Evermore, the absence of noisy vehicles was conspicuous. Here, nearly everyone possessed some form of extraordinary ability. Some aspired to be formidable warriors and skilled fighters, while others had harnessed their unique talents to earn a livelihood.
As I began to relax and appreciate the tranquil scene, a loud clicking noise startled me, originating from behind. I swiveled to face the colossal doors, which had initially appeared immovable. These massive portals were now slowly parting. Until the doors had fully opened, an impermeable barrier, seemingly composed of mystical energy – I presumed it to be soul energy – stood guard, ensuring no one could breach the threshold. Once the doors swung wide, the barrier dissolved of its own accord. It was a rather impressive sight.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the entrance. After a few strides, I noticed that the temperature within was neither hot nor cold, neither comforting nor uncomfortable. It defied simple description; it was merely neutral. The hallway extended before me, narrow and seemingly endless. As I proceeded calmly, an unusual alcove came into view. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that this was where the hallway terminated, giving way to a vast, dome-shaped chamber beyond.
I could sense the presence of people within, although I couldn’t see them at first due to the peculiar lighting—or lack thereof. To say there was “no light” would be inaccurate; instead, it was as if each corner of the immense hall was bathed in light, yet the occupants themselves remained shrouded in obscurity. It was as though they were absorbing the light, rendering themselves not invisible, but more akin to black holes that swallowed light and left an eerie, inky void in their place. To be even more precise, the rest of their bodies appeared normal; it was only their faces that resembled miniature black holes. I found myself in no position to question this surreal spectacle.
Naturally, a mere mortal like myself was left utterly stunned by the sight. I found myself incapable of uttering a single word. Could beings of such otherworldly nature truly exist? That was the question echoing through my mind.
“Referring us as ‘creatures’ is rather impolite, wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Caldwell?” a voice, seemingly from thin air, chided gently.
In that chamber, there were no others besides myself and the 14 enigmatic officials seated before me. Thus, I had to deduce that one of them had spoken. It was an astonishing revelation – they could even pluck thoughts from my mind. Wasn’t that an overwhelming display of power?
Whoever had spoken possessed an eloquent manner of speech. Their voice held a soothing quality, capable of warming the heart and making anyone feel at ease. I imagined it belonged to an elderly gentleman, well into his 90s. In an instant, my anxiety and fear of these mysterious figures dissipated. It was as if I had known them for a lifetime, allowing me to speak candidly.
“That was quite an intriguing duel you conducted in the arena,” one of them remarked, although I couldn’t discern which had spoken.
“Isn’t that a bit too generous…” I paused, at a loss for how to address them. Should I call them “Your Highness”? “My Lord”? “Elders”? “Officials”? “Old Men”? In the end, I decided to simply continue my statement. “Even I must admit, it didn’t quite match up to some of the more spectacular fights I witnessed before my arrival at the hospital,” I fibbed, testing whether they truly possessed the power to read thoughts, or if my previous experience had been a fluke.
“Lying isn’t very becoming of you, my young friend. And challenging our abilities isn’t wise either,” another among them retorted. I could distinguish the voice change this time.
And there it was, my answer – they truly could read minds.
Suddenly, a profound realization washed over me. To stand amidst the divine in their very realm was an immense honour in itself, but now, being summoned by the loftiest among them, I was overcome with a sense of awe.
“You’ve misunderstood, young man,” a new voice among them interjected, a subtle note of mystery creeping into the atmosphere. “Not all who dwell here are gods. This place, now known as the Realm of Gods, received its name a mere million years ago, despite having been the birthplace of our universe tens of billions of years past. Ever since, the title of godhood has exclusively belonged to those selected from this sacred land. For a million years, none from outside these hallowed grounds were deemed worthy of ascending to godhood. However, the present circumstances may herald a change, for we have found an outsider, someone deserving to be the successor of the reigning deity. The future, for now, is set to diverge from the path we’ve tread for eons. Our universe is poised to evolve into something beyond even our wildest imaginations.”
CHAPTER 6
Among those enigmatic higher officials of the universe, whose faces remained shrouded in obscurity, an unsettling aura surrounded each of them. It was as if they exuded an otherworldly presence.
When they mentioned choosing an outsider for a significant purpose, I couldn’t help but wonder if it could be me. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, though I tried my best to hide it in their presence.
“We have convened you here for a pivotal deliberation. Though we may come across as distant, it is imperative to comprehend that revealing our countenances is a privilege we cannot indulge,” articulated a voice that bore an uncanny familiarity from their midst. “We humbly beseech your collaboration, as you shall be required to acclimate to our customs. Your abode shall now be among us.”
“Well, I don’t mean to be impolite, but why should I stay with you? My permit to stay here expires tomorrow. I was only granted a four-day stay, and it cost me nearly half of my belongings to secure it,” I replied, a hint of reluctance in my voice.
“It appears I may not have adequately elucidated the current circumstances,” he responded, his voice momentarily halting. “Regrettably, you find yourself without a place of residence to which you can return.”
The revelation that I had no place to return to left me stunned. I had expected the visit to the Realm of Gods to be brief, but this turn of events was beyond anything I could have anticipated.
“What do you mean by ‘I have no place to return’?” I inquired, struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation.
The familiar voice continued, its tone heavy with a message that struck me like a tidal wave. “It appears that the realm from whence you hail, if my understanding serves me correctly, has met its demise, or, to be more precise, has been utterly obliterated from existence.”
I was rendered speechless. Words simply wouldn’t form in my throat, leaving a suffocating silence hanging in the air, making the situation all the more overwhelming.
“You claim to have a heavy heart?” I finally managed to speak, my voice quivering with a mix of sorrow and anger. “You said that so casually! Spare me the empty words!” My outburst echoed in the quiet room, a release of pent-up emotions I could no longer contain. I couldn’t make sense of everything so quickly.
Driven by anger and sorrow, I propelled myself at them, determined to confront these enigmatic figures. It was as if I had honed my skills since my arena battle; my movements were sharper and more precise.
But my attack was short-lived. At the next moment, I found myself frozen in place, an agonizing sensation coursing through me. It felt like something was devouring me from the inside, as if I was losing control of my own body.
A voice among the officials spoke once more, its tone measured and understanding. “Young man, please do not misconstrue our seemingly detached demeanor as a lack of empathy. We have borne witness to challenges of a magnitude far exceeding your own.”
I collapsed to my knees, the overwhelming power relinquishing its grip on me. When I looked up, expecting to see the officials, they had vanished, leaving me alone with the weight of their revelation.
“What was that?” I pondered silently. “I followed their instructions to come here, and they delivered such a harsh message only to leave me hanging like this?”
The more I contemplated their words, the deeper my frustration grew, eventually bringing me to tears. I harbored an intense resentment towards them, a fury that could have driven me to harm them, but I was acutely aware of the vast chasm in our powers.
For someone like me, who had embarked on this journey into combat just a day ago, my abilities were minuscule in their eyes. I couldn’t fathom why they had disclosed this information in the first place. It filled me with anger, yet I felt utterly powerless. It was a stark revelation of life beyond Earth 99, a harsh reality that hit me like a merciless punch.
With no other recourse, I summoned every ounce of my willpower to rise from the ground. It was an arduous struggle, akin to a child’s first steps. I can’t precisely convey the sensation, but it felt as though I was learning to walk anew. My eyes, devoid of vitality, fixated on the guard who had initially escorted me to the town hall. Even he must have been perplexed by the stark transformation that had occurred in just a matter of minutes, leaving me in such a wretched state.
As I made my way through these bewildering experiences, I sought solace in the colosseum, the only place I knew. I yearned for power. That day, I grasped a fundamental truth, one that I continue to hold dear: power is everything. While I had previously believed that money held the key to success, that notion was confined to my home realm. Everywhere else, power reigned supreme, whether it manifested in authority, abilities, or any other form. Without some form of power, one risked being trampled upon by all.
In my current state, I was far from a position of authority. Thus, I resolved to become stronger. Seated within the colosseum, my mind devoid of thoughts, my eyes nearly drained of tears, my mouth parched, and my breathing shallow, I felt the weight of the officials’ message weighing me down.
I yearned for strength, but how could I achieve it? I had no combat experience, no prowess in battles. It was at that moment, in the depths of my despair, that I heard approaching footsteps. As I raised my weary head, my gaze fell upon a glimmer of hope – someone who could train me if he wanted to.
It was him, the trainer who had prepared me for the tournament. He stood beside me, his gaze fixed upon me. Upon realizing his identity, my mood took a further downturn.
With some effort, I managed to speak, my voice trembling, “I’m sorry, even though you trained me so hard, I couldn’t even win the first round. I’m nothing but an embarrassment.”
“Don’t be too tough on yourself. You performed admirably in your first significant bout,” he replied, his words carrying a reassuring weight. Although I didn’t meet his gaze directly, my exceptional eyesight allowed me to perceive the contours of his face. He drew in a deep breath and went on, “I’ve heard the news about your realm. I apologize for approaching you during such a trying moment.”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Perhaps I can’t fully comprehend your emotions right now because I haven’t had many people close to me. However, they’re all gone now, so… I can grasp at least a fragment of your feelings.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Well,” he sighed, “I’m aware you can perceive me, even from a mile away at this very moment, can’t you? Your powers have awakened, haven’t they?”
I was stunned. I had indeed noticed that my vision now extended over a mile, perhaps even further, but how did he know that?
“Son, don’t waste your time on fruitless musings,” he advised, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “Let me make one thing clear: life doesn’t come to a screeching halt here. I can see potential in you, provided you decide to stride forward. I’m not suggesting you forget your kin and friends, but I reckon they wouldn’t want you stuck in this rut, would they? Give it some serious consideration. Now, I must take my leave or I’ll be tardy getting back home.”
With those words, he walked away without looking back.
As he said I gave some thought into his words. Even the officials said that I hadn’t seen enough of this harsh reality in the universe. What could be more worse than losing family and home? I always thought losing the loved ones would be the most painful. My thoughts went on and on.
The trainer’s words echoed in my mind, urging me to move forward. It was a daunting task, but one I knew I had to face.
With his advice in mind, I stood up, already feeling a bit better. I began to make my way out of the Colosseum, and as I passed the trainer, I couldn’t help but address him.
“You never did tell me your name, sir,” I remarked, making sure to point out his earlier attempt to deceive me. “Late for home, huh? Your excuse wouldn’t hold up under scrutiny. Don’t forget about my abilities; I’m quite skilled at looking.”
The trainer, leaning casually against the wall near the small entrance to the grand Colosseum, was dressed in a striking medieval costume, complete with thick-soled shoes and an intriguing sedge hat that wasn’t made from straw but some other mysterious material. Finally, he spoke.
“The whole idea was to catch your attention, you see. It wouldn’t serve any purpose if you didn’t notice me. Now that you’ve noticed, I suppose you understand why you’re here. Are you ready?”
With those words, he gestured for me to follow him. As we walked through the entrance, he introduced himself.
“By the way, my name is EDMUND DARROW.”
“Edmund? That sounded more like a name for food,” I couldn’t help but think.
Following him, we reached the edge of the realm. The surroundings were rugged, and the intense heat had me sweating profusely. As we ventured further toward the realm’s border, I spotted a familiar face. Before I could fully recognize him, Edmund spoke, “This particular region of the realm extends beyond its own atmosphere, you see.” He paused for a moment, turning to face me.
“I’ll pose the question once more: Are you truly prepared? Your life is poised for a profound transformation as you embark on this quest for strength. Brace yourself; it will be unlike any experience you’ve encountered thus far.”
I remained silent, merely nodding in response. It was strange. It felt like he could somehow read my thoughts, giving the impression that we had known each other for ages when, in reality, this was only our second encounter.
As I ventured further, memories of that person standing there began to resurface. He was the man who fought against a woman in the first round. I distinctly remembered him from that moment; his presence, combined with that of his opponent, was enough to leave a lasting impression. What was such a formidable individual doing here?
Edmund positioned himself at the edge and announced, “We’ll be departing from here, beyond the realm’s atmosphere.”
Approaching the man who stood nearby, I greeted him, “You must be Callum. Ni…”
“Caelum,” he corrected, interrupting me. “Don’t say anything if you can’t say it correctly.”
“Apologies,” I replied. Even in his passive stance, he exuded an immense aura, which seemed like either soul energy or an overpowering presence. “I’m Ethan.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he retorted. “I didn’t come here for pleasantries. I’m here solely to prepare the space for your so-called training, as instructed by the master.”
The notion of “Master?” flickered through my mind, but when I glanced at Edmund, it all became clear.
My thoughts raced, “Is this man Caelum’s master? That’s astonishing. He managed to transform my combat skills overnight, so he must be, right?”
I addressed Caelum, “What do you mean by ‘space’ while we’re standing on this barren, rocky terrain? We can utilize all of this for training.”
Caelum responded, “You don’t quite grasp it yet. Allow me to demonstrate.”
He unsheathed his sword, which hung on his right side.
Left-handed, huh? — I pondered. It piqued my interest; I always appreciated uniqueness.
Raising the sword to shoulder level sideways, he closed his eyes. His lung contractions and relaxations ceased, and in the next instant, he elegantly sliced through the air in front of him. We stood at the realm’s edge, where the atmospheric sphere ended, and he had just slashed it. Although I couldn’t comprehend the mechanics behind his action, one thing was certain: HE CUT THROUGH SPACE ITSELF. I was confident that even if I asked for an explanation of this feat, I wouldn’t comprehend a thing. I remained silent.
After Caelum sliced the space, creating some sort of rift, he swung his sword gracefully and returned it to its scabbard, just like a highly experienced swordsman. The motion was incredibly smooth and beautiful.
“Let’s go in. Follow me,” Edmund instructed, taking the lead. He grabbed one side of the slashed space and pulled it, as if tearing through a sheet of paper. The rift expanded into a sizable hole, large enough for a person to enter.
Edmund entered nonchalantly, and as soon as he passed through, he vanished, it was like straight out of a movie. Guess it could happen in real life too.
I entered with trepidation, aware of Caelus behind me. Once inside the expanded rift, a narrow pathway materialized before me, almost imperceptible. As I continued forward, an expansive room-like structure revealed itself. I stood in awe, contemplating whether it was a separate space created beyond the realm’s atmosphere. The notion of such a phenomenon occurring in reality seemed implausible.
Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked Caelus, who responded curtly, “Regardless of what I do, your task is to improve, considering that the master himself is your trainer.”
His words sent shivers down my spine.
Inside, I found the master standing there, his hands clasped in a simple, contemplative gesture. It appeared as though he had been in prayer. Slowly, he opened his eyes, which had remained closed until now.
“Get yourself ready, young one. Before you leave this sanctuary, you’re about to set foot on your maiden odyssey. I reckon your yearning is to fortify yourself, isn’t it? Remaining stagnant won’t carry you forward. You’ve got to journey through the boundless realms of the cosmos. With your background as a journalist, you should find this second nature. Remember, power isn’t solely sculpted through training. Some lessons can only be etched in the heat of true battle, and a few, perhaps, in the shadow of perilous moments. So, shall we commence?”
In a sombre tone, I replied, “You’ve already mentioned this.”
“Let’s not beat around the bush. If you intend to proceed on your journey, there’s a vital lesson you must grasp. You’ve encountered the term before, but allow me to elucidate once more: ‘Soul Energy.’ It’s the unceasing energy that seeps from your soul. The energy you expend in your daily life is distinct from this. Despite its continual dissipation, you won’t experience fatigue. Nevertheless, once you gain mastery over its outflow, your usual energy reserves will slowly diminish until only soul energy remains. Soul energy then becomes your new baseline. It empowers your combat abilities and even bestows you the ability to manipulate the molecular composition of objects.”
As I absorbed this knowledge, I thought, “It’s a lot to take in, but it clarifies the mysterious glowing and newfound strength of my sword. I think I’m starting to understand.”
The master continued, “The amount of soul energy is intricately tied to the size of one’s soul. Curiously, it’s the nobility and their offshoots who boast the most substantial souls.”
“Size of one’s soul?” I inquired with curiosity.
“Yes, everyone has a soul, but not all souls are of equal size,” he explained with a seasoned tone.
“So, does a larger body mean a larger soul?” I asked.
“No, the size of one’s body doesn’t determine the size of their soul,” he stated, his tone tinged with the faintest hint of irritation, yet still maintaining a calm demeanour to clarify the misconception.
“Really? I read something about that in mythology,” I commented.
“Disregard whatever you’ve read; it’s nothing but myths,” he responded, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. “Out in the world, there are warriors oblivious to the concept of soul energy, yet they thrive due to their innate abilities. They’re blessed with unique talents from birth, even though it may take time to awaken them fully. My friend, you fall into the category of these fortunate souls. Some talents lean towards combat, while others offer versatility. Nevertheless, with the right guidance and training, anyone can learn to harness soul energy.”
I responded, “Great, so if we’re done with the theory, are we ready to start the training? I assume that’s why you brought me here, to learn how to harness and control it, correct?”
And so it began, my training to harness my soul energy.
TO BE CONTINUED…