“How is it possible!!”
When everybody heard Kellogg screaming that question hysterically, they were immediately reminded of a very serious issue.
That’s right, how exactly was Arran able to accurately track Omar’s movement?
It had to be known that Omar’s strongest point was his very weak presence. Even among the current batch of cadets, there was no one who had greater stealth techniques than Omar. So it was safe to say that if Omar wanted his movement to stay hidden, then nobody would be able to track him, so when was it the turn of a mere mortal to do so?
To be honest, even Arran himself was not sure how he was able to follow Omar’s movements.
If Arran had to be honest with himself, he would have to admit that under normal circumstances, he would have had a very hard time figuring out Omar’s movements and that it would be impossible to see through that last move of Omar’s, but somehow, he was able t
Somewhere in the prime origin world, the Etherium!This was a small room that was devoid of light and which was only enveloped by darkness. Everywhere within this enclosed space, there was thick grey mist that filled the room, flowing endlessly and giving off an ancient and desolate vibe.Suddenly, from the mist came bright specks of twinkling lights, like stars that chased away the darkness. As more specks of light appeared, they filled all the available space and lit up the room, transforming it into a miniature galaxy.This galaxy contained in it small depictions of a system of stars, nebulas, and other planetary and heavenly bodies, and at the top of this galaxy of stars were seven bright and massive stars that eclipsed all other stars in this galaxy.Each star had its own color and gave off different types of energies each with its own characteristic.One was fiery like a powerful gas giant, endlessly churning with heat. Another was smooth and
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Indignation filled Arran as he thought of how the Eiree did not explain such a piece of crucial information in a way that would not lead to any misinterpretation on the part of the listener.Someone else who had heard this information may very well accept the truth which would lead to an accident of massive proportions.Looking back at the Eiree, Arran was currently thinking to himself. Right now, Arran was trying to figure out just how much of the information that he had gleaned from the Eiree was actually trustworthy but after much thought, he could not tell at all. So he decided to take everything it said with a grain of salt.Unbeknownst to the doubts that had risen in Arran from its actions, the Eiree... unconcerned with the consequences of its action... continued 'educating' Arran."I've told you all about the realm of Demis so to answer your earlier question about the exception to the rule concerning mortals.""In the universe, there are cer
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'What am I seeing?' Instructor Fel asked herself.Watching the light show displayed on Arran's body as essence energy flooded into his body ravenously like how dry soil consumed water after a severe drought, she was well and truly flummoxed.Instructor Fel was over a thousand years old... just barely crossing over from adolescence according to the standards of the Aeth. She was at that age where she yearned to prove herself but had also outgrown the natural impulsiveness of youth.Having to prove one's worth in the cruel universe was a difficult task more so when it had to be done in a race such as the Aeth.In the universe, the Aeth is considered a war-like race that focused on the path of conquest. Apart from the high realm from which they originated, the Aeth had also conquered a host of other realms ranging from multiple lower and middle realms to even some other high realms.To be able to be granted a post as an instructor in one of their most