In complete silence, an uneven, rough-coated cylinder came closer. It had an unusual shape and texture that felt both familiar and out of place and time: the bark was rough and ashen from a charring fire, and it was shaped like a collapsed, branchless tree trunk. A small region of blue light appeared as it got closer—was that a lingering flame from the blaze? -- lit up the top of the form just past its center. Its growing aft was surrounded in the pitch-blackness of space by yellow light haloes that most likely came from inside the cylinder as if embers still burned with molten yellow-white heat inside the stubbed remains of roots that had once supported and fed the huge tree.So, this is one part of their base? It looks like a vehicle, a huge vehicle that's as large as a town. Hannah thinks. She didn't expect to be brought here. This is different from where she went the last time. In her expectation, this is where they keep Talyn. There was not even a reaction when Hannah stepped i
Hannah and TalynAt least I have grown up with my mother. I have been with her all my life...unlike her, I doubt if she ever experience being cared for by her mom like that morning when she would eat the pancakes she bakes? How could she anyway when at her young age she was sent to war? No, Talyn, you do not deserve to die in this foreign land...Hannah thought to herself as she exerted all the strength she have within releasing the melody of healing. At some point, her nose began to bleed an indicator that she was going beyond what she can give. "H--hannah.." She heard Carsen whisper. At the side of her eyes, she saw him like he's wanting to stop her, but she did not turn. She just continued. Now, Talyn's eyes began moving, until they slowly opened up, until the color of her skin began to come back to its being lively again. Now, a little more effort to completely eliminate the black patch that's occupying her skin. Hannah drew out more effort within her, again, playing the melo
"I may keep the flute, but unlike its true wielder, I cannot keep it within my body system," Carsen muttered. They were now discussing how they can secure their newly attained power. It's been weeks since Hannah's dead body was laid in the replica of Eden, and as per her request, now they were discussing how the Outsiders could secure the missing piece of the flute, her flute. Actually, she requested Carsen to personally secure the flute, but for Carsen, the flute is the kind of power that doesn't suit him. Besides, the only reason why he's keeping it is that Hannah was right, he doesn't want Jimmie Vaughn to become more stronger. " The Starstrike's underground is the safest place to keep it, actually, but I think the reason why this instrument is attached to the spine of its owner is that the owner's body is the real safest place to keep it," Orin muttered. Carsen nodded. He agreed. But he doesn't want to do it. "I don't want to be taking powers that are not naturally mine, bes
"What do you mean you can't find?" with his eyes flashing in anger, Jimmie asked Saskia. "I really don't know." Saskia shrugged, "They really had to keep Hannah's flute well this time, even Hannah is nowhere to find," It was the incorrect action to do. As Jimmie stomped towards him, his cheeks immediately reddened and her facial muscles tightened. He grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up to his face, grinning as he continued, "I tasked you this one because I thought you were the most skilled among all my boundless!," his voice gradually getting louder, "What happened to your abilities huh? Have you gone stupid?" He was about to scream now, "Find it again! Don't stop searching! --" but the sound of knocking interrupted him. He threw Saskia on the ground and stood up straight. "What?" Jimmie's eyebrow raised. It was his assistant. "S-sir...three of the trucks have been robed off," "What?" The assistant nodded. " And our production field had been wrecked," the assistan
" Citizens of the New World our supplies are running out. It is with great sadness to say that we might not be able to continue providing the commodities you need. It has not been a secret to us that since the break out of the apocalypse our planet was already running out of resources to sustain life, thus, this leads to greater elimination of humankind. So with that, as the game creator, I am bringing the game to a higher level, an epic game that mankind has not experienced yet!" The crowd mumbled in objection at Jimmie's speech. That epic game he's saying was giving them anxiety. Yet though they blabbered loud about it, still to no avail, for Jimmie was communicating to them via video message. " This I do because the least commodities we have deserves to be given to those who were deserving to survive! This planet of ours is on the verge of extinction and it has got no space for the weak!" Jimmie said, and the video announcement ended. That's all. It's been weeks since he rele
The halo is the basic angel's life force. In the universe realms, they have a name that was different from the human language-- boundless beings, that's what they were called. And when they appeared on planet Earth, and have become visible to human eyes, they were mistaken to be aliens, the ugly, ruined version of them was even called monsters, but those who were good-looking and impressed mankind with their abilities were called angels. But for Jimmie Vaughn, for the Vilgroi, these creatures only go with one name -- boundless. Yeah, they were boundless beings some of them had been bounded to him perhaps for forever slavery. Some of them had sided with the Outsiders. That's what their definition of freedom is, perhaps they find a more meaningful sense of life by fighting with Carsen and the Outsiders stand for. Yet, these boundless beings, or angels whatever they were called, perhaps will only find real freedom once they get back home, to their respective realms, to their land where t
"Okay, so here's the plan, If before it was only the humans who were pressured to join in the game, and some of the Outsiders' watchers and that Usiu, now I want the game arena to be filled with boundless beings, with what this planet called---angels," Jimmie instructed his team of boundless that's handling the game operation. "Boundless? You mean m--master," " Yeah, I mean the epic game will be for anyone!" Jimmie exclaimed. "Does that entails the boundless who sided with Prime?" one of them asked. Hesitation trailed on his face, yet he curved a smile right away. "Y--yeah, of course," Jimmie replied. Meanwhile, Muriel who was quietly observing the conversation in the side, looked at Jimmie doubtedly. Of course he knows where this plan is leading. "I already have foreseen and calculated Jimmie's move..." Carsen's words echoed in Muriel's thought as he watches Jimmie talks with the boundless assigned in the operation of the game. "So, master what will be our remedy for tho
"Remember, they don't easily give their alliance to anyone. They're unfriendly. They're elusive of all the boundless," Orin's words echoed in Carsen's thoughts. Now they were into searching for the few Abojans left alive on the planet. How could they remain unnoticed, and unheard with all the chaos that happened in the universe realms and on this planet, how could it remain undiscovered that they were just here, residing with humans? Perhaps because they weren't boundless nor humans, they stand between grace and curse, that's why. Carsen thinks. As Tadhiel told him, the Abojans are the type of Nephilim who were the only ones left alive on the planet. They are a genetic combination of humans and angels. Those who succeeded in fleeing from the Vilgroi had lived deserted, disguising themselves as among the humans. As a result, they have had offspring that were neither angels nor humans. These Nephilims were raised to survive, so they were trained with various skills, and one group of
Everything in the cosmos has become a void. Almost a third part of it has fallen into blackness and emptiness. At this moment, Prime had been transported back to planet Earth but nothing was left in there. This planet has been long in desolation but this time it is very different, even dreadful, even emptier from the previous. Perhaps this is the earth's worst state. The planet has come into the void, and what was left were just vast barren, dry lands. There's not even a single drop of water. The planet is no longer the blue planet, the life-sustaining, and Prime knows that it would be just an hour before this entire land would disappear, and this planet would turn into just -- "a darkness", like those what happened in the cosmos. Seeing the planet's most devastating state, seeing its travail, and dying state, Prime couldn't help but be overwhelmed by emotions. He's late. There's not even a single life he had caught in here when he arrived, and that's so disappointing. Remorse, yeah, h
The High Council's realm is a serene scenery. It is so beautiful that it gives the beings there a sense of peace. It also has a kind of vibe that will make anyone feel in awe and somehow hesitant. But Prime Emanator has been used in this place. He no longer felt any intimidation. He moved inside. His steps were sure to where he was going -- to the Council hall. When he arrived there, he was met by a group of creatures in their human-like figure, yet their aura tells they aren't humans. "Oh, so gate did not reject you!" one of the Council commented. "We can see that you are now completely back, Emanator," one said. Prime ignored their comments. He has no time for that. "I bet you all know why I'm here," he said. The council who were sitting at the center seat raised his eyebrow for Prime's snobby attitude. "Careful, know where you are and who you are talking to," said the council. Prime scoffed, " I wonder if you still could act like high and mighty when all of us here got w
The stability of the planet was just a temporary relief but it was never the cure to what Earth is going through right now. Today is another menial day for the people. Some were bustling down the streets. At least now, though in a short time, city streets had become alive, again. Though there were remains of ruined buildings, at least the streets are no longer ghost towns. People are starting to go out and live their normal human lives. Friends and families gathered for a common work, for a meal, while the rest of humanity are beginning to get up again. It was particularly interesting to watch everyone having life in these busy streets, some walking busy, some walking leisurely, they're the symbol that the planet is now recovering. "This is disheartening to see," Talyn whispered. She was there in the side street, observing, and perhaps guarding. Usiu didn't reply for he felt the same way too. These humans didn't know that the peaceful lives they were enjoying now were just tempora
"So, how would I achieve that kind of state?" Carsen asked Tadhiel. He flexed his grip and his Mithril came out. Tadhiel clicked his tongue, " That's not just that," he muttered shaking his head. Carsen's brows furrowed, "What then?" he asked. "The battle you'll be in in the next days no longer needs combat, but it will be a battle of abilities, of powers. If you really want to stop the Vilgroi, you need to surpass him," Tadhiel explained. Then, his gaze trailed at Carsen from head to toe. " Aside from that the High Council will reject you, you won't win against the Vilgroi with that state of yours, so human, or a superhuman? No," Tadhiel stated. Carsen sighed, "Okay, so what are we going to do here?" "I will guide you in tapping into your full state as Prime Emanator," Tadhiel said. "Uh, but wait, erasing my humanity would that mean I'll forget all my memories as Carsen Adams?" he asked. Tadhiel chuckled, "No, you're not like the Vilgroi, that thing happens only when on
The gathering of all the gems in the pillar was the collapse of the entire game world. Because of that, no game realms would exist on planet Earth no matter how powerful the Vilgroi and his boundless are. Carsen and the Outsiders made sure of that. With the help of the supplies and lands they personally cultivated, and together with those gems, the Outsiders were able to at least restore the planet's vegetation a little. Such a thing has a big impact on human lives for that means, now supplies, food and all the basic necessities they need for living would no longer be denied of them. For a little time, the world was back to its normal state where the people's lives had been lived normally like before Jimmie Vaughn rose to power. However, Carsen Adams, and the Outsiders, know that this isn't the end yet, that there's still a threat out there, and perhaps there will be until the Vilgroi is alive. "It's like there's an eternity in each sound in this moment here in this farm," Uncle Br
Now Carsen is on his way to the trail to the pillar to collect the last gem he needed on it, the cruxible. "This is perhaps the last time I will be helping you dude," Takii said to Carsen. "I'm already quite obvious to the other hunters." Carsen tapped Takii's shoulder, " It's fine, bro, thanks for this anyway," he said. "But if I may ask, the game hunters, what are they?" Takii's brows furrowed, " What do you mean, what are they?" "What are they? Like are they like you? A human?" Carsen asked. Takii laughed, " Of course, but unlike the players, we weren't given choices to side with. Our allegiance must be with Jimmie Vaughn alone, and what I'm doing now would certainly risk my life." Carsen sighed, " This is the last time you'll going to be doing this anyway," he muttered. The trail to the pillar is extremely dangerous compared to the others he has gone to. Takii told him that it was a different world there beneath the portal, yet he needed to accomplish it all in a design
" I'm opening the cell gate now, master, but I can't guarantee your powers will work out fine when you guys come out," Talyn informed Carsen. They were still communicating through telepathy. "It's okay, Tal, I don't have time to play this game, can you give me some information about those voices we heard in our headphones?" Carsen asked. Talyn swiped the large monitors in front of her, and as she did so, certain images popped out on the hologram screen. She was quite surprised to see who were those. "Uhm..master based on the voice recognition here, it's Adeleum and Mihr," she told Carsen. "Adeleum? Mhir?" Carsen muttered. "Mihr?" Usius interrupted when he heard what Carsen had just uttered. Carsen turned to him and asked, " Yeah, why?" Usiu's eyes gleamed at the recognition of an old friend's name. Yeah, how could he forget such a name? Mihr and he grow up together in their realm. He was a childhood friend. Mihr even learned first to sing than him. He used to look up at hi
Carsen's eyes lit up as he sensed the Adeleum and Mihr's arguing. Although it isn't clear to him who's the creatures behind manipulating them into this game, he could sense right now, that whoever is behind this, they're not on good terms. My ability is working despite the unknown. Now, what I needed to know was to learn who are the boundless behind this! Sadly, I can't communicate with Talyn. Carsen thought to himself. The cell gate sounded again. This time, the game soldiers are fetching another player. The players hold their breath, expecting that one of them will be chosen to face their death. "It's now your turn, doctor!" Todd was startled at what he heard on his headphones. His face went pale in fright. He looked around as if asking for help from his fellow players but he knew that they couldn't. Todd looked back at his co-players when the game soldiers took him. Meanwhile, Dizal banged the cell in frustration. "We must get out of here!" he muttered. He then turned to C
The cell gate opened. The players all hold their breath anxiously. This time, the first one to play was called. It was Jair. Hearing that, Lizzie broke out in tears and begged she'd replace him instead but the operators were too deaf. It's unusual this time that there aren't any explanations or rules given before they were called out, before the start of the game. The more reason that the players get nervous. They wonder about the uncertainty, and they know its possible danger so it's scaring them. The rest of them remained quiet, while others had violent reactions. Like Lizzie who was crying on the floor now, and Dizal who was hitting the cell door and cursing at the cameras above them. While Carsen on the other hand just sits calm, thinking in the corner. "Urgghh!!! Let us all out of here!" Dizal was screaming. He tried to throw some force field on the cell bars but it just bounced. The prison cell where they are held is indeed resistant to their ability as Carsen said. Aside from