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"Long ago, it was foretold that multiple worlds existed. Crafted by divine hands and purposely kept apart. In time, humankind went on to discover this truth. They suspected 10 worlds, were subtly connected by a thread of time.
Each one is believed to be guarded by a hand of divinity.
By a protector of glass and gold,
And a goddess of light and law.
The records indicate the simultaneous birth of ten of these beings.
# AI REPORT: DIVINE ENTITY ARCHIVE - ACCESS LEVEL OMEGA
## Entity Classification: The Ten Prime Goddesses
Goddess of the Faey
Goddess of the Merfolk
Goddess of the Mortal Kin
Goddess of the Immortals Kin
Goddess of the Divine Ghosts
Goddess of the Giants
Goddess of the Trolls
Goddess of the Elven Folk
Goddess of the Beast Folk
Goddess of the Dragons
# End of Entity Classification…Initiating Secondary File Retrieval… ## Incident Archive: "Seven Calamities" [Declassification Level: Omega]
Incident Log - Calamity Index
Calamity 1: * Documentation indicates an unprecedented event where a mortal wielding exceptional resolve and power defied the divine, resulting in the slaying of a Goddess.
Calamity 2: The first recorded fratricide among divine family. The Mortal Queen Lunara, recorded as a sacred entity of mortal origin, disappeared shortly thereafter.
Calamity 3: An overwhelming curse befell the land, coinciding with the construction of a shadow wall. This event led to the confirmed loss of multiple Light Mages.
Calamity 4: * Termination event of the universal protector entity, triggering significant destabilization across all realms.
Calamity 5: * A trans-dimensional breach event. This incident marks the first known traversal into an unauthorized parallel realm.
Calamity 6: * A cosmological disturbance involving the unexplained movement of stellar bodies. The Demon King halted the stars.
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Other POV
His palms slapped the cobbled dark stone. The boy rolled forward before springing off his heels into a swift dash. A barrage of white smoky lights fissured past his cheeks. Bolts of pale struck the stone columns in his way, and the cedar melted like burning wax against the Acolyte's study. A wave of terror roused in his gut. He twisted on his heels and threw his arm to one side.
His short red hair was sleek with moisture. His brow glistened in sweat.
"Book!" he shouted weakly.
A surge of bright lights materialized into a solid, grey-skinned book with a waving cyan stash cut through its middle. The Acolyte with blazing red hair exhaled a cooling breath. His lips parted, and an incantation sang almost melodiously through his perched lips. A sudden howl burst free from between the white pages. A large gust of icy wind bellowed into the dimly lit air above.
A childish grin pulled against the acolytes' face as he watched a lithe creature gracefully emerge into the air. A howling shout awoke splinters across his arms. A creature layered in ice and wind twisted around to meet his slightly petrified gaze. She was an ethereal body of ice with ferocious, windy long hair and chips of cruel gold where her eyes shone maddeningly.
The Acolyte waved his arm up.
Rank 1 Incantation: [Hymns of Sno Vol 2: Ice Parade]
A tyrannical scream lurched forward again, and a heavy force bulldozed ahead. He felt the last warm currents of his mana being sucked dry against his core before a spike of energy tinged his entire body like liquid fire.
The ground quaked, and a loud rumble groaned as the storm of ice ate away the entire stoned hall. The Acolyte saw a shadow quickly dart to one side, but he would not waste a moment. The sounds of his feet pattering against stoned ground echoed as he ran. A brief smile of relief curved against his dishevelled face. He might escape this; that slim possibility sent a feeling of gladness fuelling his bones. Darkness surrounded him. His gaze peered just up ahead; the narrow shape of the outdoors beckoned him.
Suddenly, the Acolyte's eyes flashed open, and a strange coldness prickled against his neck. He took one more step forward before he dove straight for the ground. Burning air brushed against his back, and a loud clang of heavy iron struck his ears as he crashed against the hard stone floor and skidded to a halt. A dense calm settled for a few moments after that.
Once he was assured, he wasn't in any great deal of discomfort or mortally wounded. He propped himself upright and raised his chin. A broad-shaped sword half appeared out of the ground, and he almost swallowed his entire tongue just looking at it. The iron wasn't dark or even a little metallic looking. Its shape gave it away, but the sword was a glowing shard of brightness. Caressed into a long, golden-reddishly grooved hilt sparkling beneath the dark, tunnelled air like a jewel lost in the underworld.
The scorned Acolyte craned his neck a little more. He met a young man clothed in martial clothes; he wore silk and leather belts tied messily around his waist. His bare torso was on show, tight and bronze muscles defined in place. His thick hair was black as the deep night, wild as a mane, with a single perfectly curved ponytail that defyingly stopped before his heels.
The eyes spoke of youth, a crazed youth with an incredibly white toothy grin. Seeing how much fun this boy was having scorned the Acolyte even more. He was a boy, probably no older than he was.
"His power is terrifying," the Acolyte had to admit, especially after recounting these unfortunate events. What was supposed to be a simple tunnel run, nothing different from the countless others he had soloed alone in the past. Somehow, had turned into a life-and-death ordeal.
He tightly pressed his brows together. Mana couldn't do what the youth could do. His incantations were too slow to lay a glove on the bronze-skinned boy. The Acolyte had sensed the disparity in their two abilities from their first exchange, but at least he thought he'd be cunning enough to evade capture. Never had he been privy to witness Arcane Arts being outclassed in such a way. Wherever this wild youth had come from. The Acolyte dreaded to meet more of his kin.
"Huh?" Suddenly, an inky red smoke emerged and converged over the youth's folded arms.
Two blood-red wyverns wrapped around his wrists. The boy gave a chortle before shaking his hands a little, which frighteningly conjured wisps of fire bloomed against his bronze skin. His hand snapped forward like a viper, and a fire bloom skittered an ember trail like a zip wire. Right towards the Acolyte's head.
"Oh shit-shit-"
The Acolyte rolled forward and dove his hand between his robes. A thin test tube carrying lime-coloured liquid appeared in a bottle. He uncorked the lid with his teeth and almost maddeningly tossed the vile hastily. A resounding boom quaked and sent him flying away back down the tunnel he came from. His landing was harsh, as expected, but he swiftly ignored the glaring pain and skittered to his feet. A few breaths later, his instincts were sharply attuned again.
"Damn it!"
The Acolyte dove across the ground again.
Three balls of fire exploded, and the impact alone carried him a further 30 feet forward, slamming him down heavily for the second time. This time, the effect kept him pinned against the cold ground. His lungs turned into lead, and a painful wheeze escaped his mouth despite the fuzzy view and ringing ears. He wasn't in that bad of a shape, a body regen potion or two would serve him well. He spat blood out and used his sleeves to wipe the traces away before he turned around stiffly to meet the boy again.
In the distance, the mammoth-sized sword turned white and shattered into countless pale pieces. A tiny dove bizarrely flew away from the light remnant and flew towards the young-faced invader. The Acolyte watched the dove perch itself on the boy's bronze finger.
"Haha! Hey, this was fun. But I-" said the boy heartily
Sensing danger approaching, the Acolyte conjured his last attacking volume.
"Book!" He groaned weakly with venom.
Light particles danced around Acolyte's palm, and once a black leather book appeared, his fingers danced.
"*Rank 2 incantion* Eldewych fire, dark flame of-Gyup!"
A rough hand almost bound his mouth shut with a forceful thrust from behind. He turned around and could hardly believe how quickly the mysterious boy had moved to appear behind him.
"Shh-shh, that's enough of those spells now," the boy whispered mockingly with a wide grin. The Acolyte felt his heart tighten at that moment. To die in such a way, he only hoped it would be quick and painless.
"Your power is…strange." the boy said, turning his helm to one side in thought. He seemed to be inspecting the area. Thankfully, he released his grip over his mouth.
"You're the strange one", the Acolyte quipped bitterly after loosening his mouth free.
"How co-comes you're so strong." The Acolyte couldn't help but ask. The boy raised one of his brows at the Acolyte.
"Hm? Isn't everyone this strong?" the boy replied, scratching his heavy hair. Up close, the Acolyte realized the heavy mane was mostly thick dreaded locks, richly black and oiled.
The Acolyte might've spat out blood under different conditions hearing that. Instead, he kept his cool, trying to gauge whether he had a small window to escape or fight back the inevitable.
"Say, in this world, where does one find those at the God Realm? Tell me this, and I won't be too heavy-handed... I will make sure you die a warrior death." The boy said that with an airiness to his speech.
"G-god Realm?" The Acolyte motioned in confusion. Trying to ignore the last parts of his words. He could only bewilderedly watch on whilst his mind raced for ways to escape. But nothing short of suicide appeared.
'Suicide?' he flirted with the idea.
The rouge thought caressed his wounded mind. He slowly moved his hand into his robes. Beneath his uniform, he wore a necklace with a teardrop pendant. Cold as ice. It only needed a slight trace of his mana to activate. But death was inevitable. That much was certain.
The Acolyte narrowed his gaze in deep thought. Just by how badly recent events went. There was no telling whether or not that attack would even work. And to die without bringing this fellow die. That might be the most embarrassing thing of all.
"How about we strike a deal." The smiling boy announced.
The Acolyte remained vigilant, trying to gauge if he was the luckiest boy in the world or if things were about to get very dark.
"A-and what d-d-deal is that." He stammered like a half-hoping child. The bronze-skinned boy propped his fist beneath his chin in deep thought. He continued doing that for a short while, staring off into the empty dark distance in silence.
"Okay! Yes! You will teach me some things. And I... I will decide whether or not I kill you tomorrow. How does that sound?"
The Acolyte's brow contorted out of place, and he made a very concerning face of disgust in response. He caressed his fingertips against the pendant of certain doom wrapped around his neck again. Very much still dancing between a grand end or a humble beginning.
"Sigh, what do you want to know...master." The Acolyte tucked his head low and blushed. Despair, truly, this was the most embarrassing thing he had ever lived through.
"What? Why are you saying that don't annoy me. No, I wish to know more about this world. So we must stand as equals," The wild-looking boy announced proudly.
"Equals?" The Acolyte cocked one of his brows.
A sudden thought snapped through his mind. A firmer light glazed over his eyes whilst he raised his gaze from below. Since the very beginning, he had an easy suspicion that things were not as they seemed. The attacks alone were far beyond anything he had seen. And therefore, a lingering thought rested on his ever-thinking mind.
"World? Why do you say it like? Where ...where have you come from?" He queried. The wild-looking youth smirked at him with a look of resolve and spoke proudly.
"I come from a place where the heavens dwell on the ground, and where absolute strength comes before anything. Hahaha, the world of Immortals. Where else."