Aiden returned to his room, settling onto his bed in a cross-legged position. He closed his eyes and focused on the mana moving around him, preparing to enter meditation. The world of Sarna, where Aiden now found himself, was one with ancient traditions when it came to the diverse paths of power. Here, meditation techniques were classified into five ascending levels: Human, Spirit, Profound, Immortal, and Divine.
These levels were not just arbitrary rankings; they defined the maximum potential of those who practiced them, and also determining their path as either a Mage or a Warrior. Despite the different approaches, both paths shared a common point: the use of mana.
Warriors, those who refined their bodies with mana, channeled it through their entire being, starting from the heart and moving to the mana core located in the naval area. This gave rise to a different classes among warriors , each with its own unique meditation technique. For example, Lyssia, a Martial King level warrior, was an example of an assassin-class warrior. Her meditation technique emphasized speed, agility, and stealth—traits that made her a deadly force in the shadows.
Knights, on the other hand, like Alex and Konstantin, belonged to the most renowned warrior class. Their techniques focused on strength, vitality, and defense, making them formidable opponents on any battlefield. These techniques often included innate skills, such as mastery of specific weapons or enhanced endurance, which were critical for survival in a prolonged battle situation.
While Warriors focused on the mana core and physical refinement, Mages took a different approach. Their power lay in their mana core but also their spiritual core, located within the mindscape—a unique, inner world also known as the sea of consciousness. Most of the time, this mindscape reflects the essence of the individual, his memories and his very soul.
The spiritual core, deeply connected to the soul, was the source of a Mage's power to form spells. It enabled them to construct intricate magic circles. The stronger the spiritual core, the greater the Mage's capacity to create complex and powerful spells. Mages were not limited to the elemental powers; they could also specialize in areas such as light, poison, or nature magic, each requiring a different set of runes and techniques.
These magic circles were not merely tools; they were complex magical structures, composed of an outer and an inner circle. The inner circle determined the type of magic, while the outer circle shaped the spell's form and function. When combined, these spells could create powerful formations, such as the teleportation magic Aiden had encountered on the flying island.
Like warriors, Mages were also divided into various classes. Olenna, who had battled against Rei, was a Nature Element Mage, while Dario specialized in poison magic. Saya was a Light Mage, capable of harnessing the power of light through her magic circles.
The difference between Mages and Warriors made it nearly impossible to combine the two paths. Mages strengthened their spiritual core and focused on the manipulation of mana for spellcasting, while Warriors channeled mana to enhance their physical bodies and combat abilities. The only similarity between the two was their reliance on mana as a fundamental energy source.
The idea of combining these two paths—of becoming a Magic Warrior—had long been a great dream for many. But it remained just that: a dream, unfulfilled across eras. There were rumors and legends, that the ancient demons and angels races were the closest to master both paths, achieving unparalleled power. Yet, these were stories lost to time, with no living being able to confirm whether it was true or not. The closest approximation to this legendary hybrid was found in the magic beasts, whose formidable physical strength and innate magical abilities set them apart from the other races.
In this world, Aiden was an anomaly. His divine ability, Sunshine, allowed him to blend the strengths of both paths—an ability that fascinated even the most knowledgeable people like Eldric. While Aiden himself dismissed it as a mere byproduct of his unique power, someone like Eldric saw in him the potential to achieve what had long been considered impossible.
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Aiden's Divine Sun Technique (DST) was a meditation technique unlike any other. It had six levels, each one enhancing his power and extending the time he could fight during the night, the period when his powers were the weakest.
He had already reached the first level during his time on the flying island. By focusing his meditation, he had managed to create a pseudo-image of the Sun within his mindscape, enabling him to harness the power of Sunshine even in the absence of the actual Sun. This allowed him to fight for up to an hour at night without needing to wield his sacred weapon, Rhitta.
Now, as he sat in his room, his mind clear of all distractions, Aiden concentrated on advancing to the second level. He knew that reaching this level would elevate his maximum strength to that of an 8th level warrior and extend his nighttime powers to two hours without Rhitta's aid.
This possible newfound strength excited him, though he remained composed. "If I can reach the second level," Aiden thought, "I'll be able to hold my own against 8th level warriors and Mages, even in the dead of night."
But Aiden knew that this was just the beginning. The DST had six levels in total, and while he had unlocked the first two, the remaining levels were still a mystery. He suspected that more information would reveal itself as he progressed, but for now, his focus was solely on reaching the second level.
As he concentrated, a memory of his last fight with Riss surfaced. Aiden's eyes flickered open for a moment as he recalled that battle. He had faced Riss during the day, when his Sunshine power was at its full use. Yes, Aiden power didn't reach its peak yet but the fight had been far closer than he was willing to admit.
Riss was powerful, more so than Aiden had anticipated. Despite his own formidable strength, he had found himself pushed to the limit, forced to keep up with Riss power. It had been a sobering experience, one that lingered in the back of his mind, a reminder of the dangers that awaited him in this world.
"I underestimated him," Aiden thought, clenching his fists in determination. "I underestimated the strength of the people in this world. That won't happen again."
The realization fueled his resolve. He needed to grow stronger, not just to surpass Riss, but to be ready for whatever other threats might come his way. He had learned his lesson—this world was full of powerful beings, and if he wanted to survive, he couldn't afford to let his guard down. focus returned to his meditation, the memory of that close battle with Riss serving as both a warning and a motivator.
"Let's focus on the meditation, I'll deal with the other things when the time comes" Aiden thought.
With renewed determination, Aiden drew in the mana around him, channeling it into his core as he sought to break through to the next level. The energy flowed smoothly, his body and mind in perfect harmony as he inched closer to his goal.
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Just as Aiden was deep in meditation, focusing on the second level of his DST, Eldric who was to adjacent room felt the change of mana in the air around. He sensed how it was moving towards Aiden room, slowly getting absorbed and refined by him.
Eldric just opened his eyes and with a thoughtful expression, started thinking about Aiden's meditation technique. He had always suspected that Aiden might have a powerful technique but he didn't want to ask as it was rude to ask about an important secret like that.
Eldric murmured to himself, "It has to be an Immortal level technique for him to be able to pull that amount of mana. Also, it has to be perfect for his divine ability to let him raise the maximum output of mana that he emits during the day".
Eldric considered the possibility that Aiden might be using an Immortal-level meditation technique—an extraordinary achievement for anyone, let alone someone as young as Aiden. Such technique can make him reach the Saint level. But suddenly a thought appeared in his mind , a suspicion that this technique might be even more powerful.
"Could it be... a Divine-level technique?" Eldric murmured to himself, the thought sending a thrill of excitement through him. The idea was almost too incredible to contemplate. Divine-level techniques were the stuff of legend, spoken of in ancient texts but rarely, if ever, seen. They were said to be capable of unlocking powers beyond the Saint level.
The implications of Aiden wielding such a technique were very big. Eldric's mind raced with the possibilities, his excitement growing with each passing second. If Aiden indeed was in the process of mastering—a Divine-level meditation technique, then the potential he held was limitless.
"How much more can you show me?" Eldric smiled, excitement and anticipation in his eyes. He had already witnessed Aiden perform feats that defied conventional understanding, but if Aiden was truly on the path of a Divine-level technique, then he had only scratched the surface of what was possible.
The world had waited for someone like Aiden. And now, Eldric was determined to see just how far Aiden could go.
His path is clear for him and soon he will be able to go against the strongest. This time he will surpass all and reach the peak and stand above all.
Next Chapter: "Sister"
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As everyone gathered around the grand table that evening, they prepared themselves for the delicious meal they were about to enjoy. William had invited them all to dinner, and the atmosphere was very lively, filled with laughter and anticipation as they eyed the all the food before them.
Aiden, who had just finished meditating, felt so much hunger and eagerly joined the group. The food before him was different types of dishes made from both ordinary beasts, and various vegetables. There were also dishes made from the meat of magical beasts, prized for their ability to strengthen a warrior's body and serve as ingredients in alchemy and magical experiments.
As he ate, Aiden's gaze drifted over to Hu Zhao, who was also enjoying the food. Aiden couldn't help but sweat a little as he wondered about the nature of the meal. "Doesn't it bother him that he might be eating something from his own race?" he thought, feeling uneasy.
Noticing Aiden's expression, Hu Zhao let out a hearty laugh, drawing everyone's attention. "You're wondering if I'm eating my own kind, aren't you, Aiden? Hahaha! Don't worry so much. Not all magical beasts are like me or Seath. There's a whole hierarchy among us, you know."
Eldric, who had been listening in, nodded in agreement. "Hu Zhao is right. Magical beasts are broadly categorized into two types. There are the royal magical beasts, like Seath, who are born with intelligence and are direct descendants of divine or demonic beasts. Then there are the unintelligent magical beasts, who make up the majority of their kind and are often little more than slaves to the royals. They rely purely on instinct and only begin to develop true intelligence if they reach the ninth level."
The explanation seemed to ease the group's concerns. Saya who thought of something looked at Eldric and asked him, "How do the normal magic beasts evolve exactly?".
"That's a good question Saya", Eldric replied at her and said, "Unintelligent magical beasts typically grow stronger by consuming the magic crystals of other beasts, gradually advancing until they reach the ninth level. At that point, they require the blood of a divine or demonic beast to complete their evolution. Royals like Seath, however, don't need that extra boost since they already carry a powerful bloodline."
Alex, still chewing thoughtfully, asked, "But how do they even get those bloodlines? Aren't demonic beasts a kind of hybrid? How does that work with evolution?"
Eldric responded, his tone becoming more serious. "There are legends and theories. Some say the first demonic beast came from a magical beast that discovered the true blood of darkness. Others believe a powerful demon mated with a magical beast. As for divine beasts, it's said they found the true blood of light. But these are just stories—no one knows for sure."
Dian Long, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. "In ancient times, divine and demonic beasts existed alongside demons and angels. Whether they were hybrids or not, they've mostly vanished from our world. Only a few demonic beasts remain, and divine beasts are all but extinct."
Eldric agreed, adding, "The path of evolution is clear, though. Once a magical beast reaches the peak of the eighth level, they either need the blood of a divine or demonic beast to advance, or they inherit that power directly from their ancestors. Seath, for instance, is a descendant of the Moon Wolf, so his path was already set."
The room fell into a comfortable rhythm as the group continued to eat and converse, the initial tension over the meal fading away. Aiden finally felt relieved after hearing Eldric's detailed explanations. The idea of eating an intelligent creature had disturbed him, but now, understanding the distinctions, he was more at ease.
After dinner, everyone gradually retired to their rooms, eager to rest before resuming their journey in the morning.
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While the others slept, Saifon sat alone in the moonlit garden behind the mansion. His heavy sword, freshly used for training, lay beside him as he drank a potion to recover his strength. The cool night air and the tranquil light of the moon provided a rare moment of peace for Saifon, whose mind was usually consumed with only thoughts of revenge.
Saifon had grown up in Evlario City on Evlario Island, ruled by one of the three Dukes of Lefia Kingdom, Duke of the west Henrik Sung, William grandfather. Eight years ago, his life was shattered when he returned home to find his mother and younger sister brutally murdered. He couldn't even see their bodies as the locals already buried when they found them dead in the house. People told him about a middle-aged man and a young woman who had visited the house before they found them, but no one had seen their faces clearly. The killers left no trace, vanishing into the shadows, leaving Saifon with nothing but grief, hatred and a quest for revenge.
That day, Saifon's world turned dark. The warmth and joy in his life were replaced by a cold, relentless drive for vengeance. His emotions froze solid. He shut out the worldand anyone who tried to reach out to him, focusing only on growing stronger. The boy who once laughed and played with his sister was gone, replaced by a man with one purpose: to find and destroy those responsible for his family's deaths.
After the tragedy, Saifon left Evlario City, abandoning his former life. He wandered from town to town, taking on jobs as an adventurer. Jobs that would help him grow stronger. He chose the warrior's path, his natural talent pushing him far beyond his peers. In just eight years, Saifon achieved what most would consider impossible—he reached the beginner level of Martial King by the age of twenty, a feat that marked him as a prodigy, an anomaly in the world.
Despite his remarkable progress, his family's loss never left him. The faces of his mother and sister haunted his dreams, their voices echoing in his mind. He knew he was strong, but he also knew that strength alone wouldn't bring him peace. He needed answers, to find clues that would lead him to the killers.
Three years after leaving his hometown, Saifon found himself in the capital of Lefia Kingdom, where he met the second prince, William. For a brief time, Saifon found a semblance of normalcy in his friendship with William. The prince's straightforward nature and attitude that was the complete opposite of other nobles, made it easier for him to let his guard down, even if just a little. Together, they entered the tri-kingdom tournament, where Saifon's path took an unexpected turn.
In the finals of the tournament, Saifon faced a masked opponent. As the battle raged on, he shattered her mask with a powerful strike, revealing a face he thought he would never see again—his sister's. Saifon was paralyzed with shock, his heart torn between disbelief and hope. But before he could even process what he had seen, the girl surrendered the match and vanished from the arena.
After the battle, Saifon searched for her frantically, but she was gone, disappearing just as as she had appeared. The encounter left him more confused more than ever. If his sister was alive, why had she not come to find him? What had happened to her during those years they were apart? What about his mother? Is she alive with her sister? Saifon's quest for revenge now looked meaningless with a desperate need to uncover the truth behind everything that happened to his family.
In the two years that followed, Saifon stayed in the capital, as he wanted to gather intel using the help of William and the power of the royal family. He sought not only to find his sister whereabouts and understand why she had hidden from him but also to find the two persons responsible for this. His path was darker, but now, there was hope at the end.
The hope to find his sister and family. Now, It was this goal that drives him forward, to train and get stronger and have his own fate in his hands.
"Shirafilia," he whispered, the name of his little sister slipping from his lips. "Was that really you at the tournament? If you're alive, why didn't you come to find me?"
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Wanna chat a little, friend?"
Saifon looked up to see William approaching, a bottle of wine in hand and a warm smile on his face. The second prince, knew when his friend needed company.
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Meanwhile, far from Baycoast Island, in a dark room lit only by the faint glow of a window, a tall, mature woman with scarlet hair and lynx-like ears watched from a glass window, a young girl fight in a white room. The woman, dressed in a long black leather skirt and a white shirt that revealed her chest, observed the girl with a mix of pride and calculation.
AN: [The best girl finally appeared. This is my favorite character even more than Aiden].
In the white room, a group of four fighters encircled the lone girl, their eyes filled with a mixture of anger and fear. The girl stood at the center, waiting for her enemies to attack her. Her expression was cold and emotionless, and she kept spinning her daggers effortlessly in her hands.
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Her opponents, charged at her from all sides, but she was faster. With a flick of her wrist, her dagger deflected an incoming lance strike from above her. She twisted her body and drove her other blade into the attacker's face as it fell right in the middle of his forehead. The man gasped, his eyes wide with shock, before collapsing to the floor.
Another fighter lunged at her, throwing a fist strike enforced with mana, aiming for her head, but she ducked under the attack, sliding smoothly across the floor and slicing his legs out from under him. He fell hard, and before he could react, she plunged her rmaining dagger into his heart. The cold efficiency of her movements was terrifying, each strike delivering death with no hesitation or remorse.
As the remaining two fighters regrouped, they attempted to coordinate their assault, attacking her in unison. They leaped into the air, their lances poised to strike her from above. For a moment, it seemed they had her cornered, but the girl's expression remained unchanged. She didn't even look up as they descended upon her.
In a blur of motion, four thin, dark purple lances shot out from her back, extending like metallic spider legs. The lances moved with lethal speed, piercing through the chests of the airborne attackers with precision. They didn't even have time to scream as their bodies were impaled, blood spraying across the room.
In the end, the girl stood alone in the center of the room, her breathing steady and her clothes stained with the blood of her enemies. The metallic spider legs that had emerged from her spine slowly retracted, disappearing back into her body as if they had never been there. The room was silent now, save for the soft drip of blood pooling on the floor.
The woman watching from behind the glass smiled, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk. The shadowy figure beside her remained expressionless, though there was a glint of something dark in his eyes. "She's as talented as her father and brother," the woman mused, a smirk playing on her lips.
The shadowy figure also spoke and said, "I thought we drew the short stick at the tri-kingdom tournament, but I was wrong."
the woman nodded and spoke to the shadow behind her, "She's ready. When the plan begins, she'll be our key to getting what we want."
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The next morning, as the sun rose over Wadya City, Aiden and the others prepared to board Aeliana and continue their journey to the Kederawen kingdom. The surprising news of the first princess' marriage had left them with little time to waste.
William, Saifon, and George came to see them off, though they wouldn't be joining the journey. The three had to return to the Leia kingdom capital first to deal with pressing matters, but they wanted to say their goodbyes.
"I hope you have a safe journey," William said with a smile. "If nothing unexpected happens, we'll meet again in six months at my sister's wedding."
Saya nodded, her voice warm. "I'm sure we will. Thank you again for dinner and your hospitality."
Aiden, never one for excessive sentiment, added, "Yeah. The food was good, so be proud of that."
Everyone laughed, exchanging farewells before heading to their respective rooms on the ship. Aiden joined Eldric on the bridge of Aeliana while Edvard prepared to pilot the Orion.
"Let's sail out!" Aiden shouted, his voice full of anticipation.
As the two ships moved away from the harbor, lifting into the air, William and Saifon watched them go. "I hope you have a great journey," William murmured, turning to Saifon. "Are you sure you don't want to go with them? After all, my intel says she's there."
Saifon's gaze remained on the distant ships, his voice quiet but resolute. "I'm sure. We'll meet again, and when we do, it'll be a great reunion."
Does he mean his sister or his friends with the reunion? A great journey started for Aiden and his friends and their goal is in Kederawen kingdom.
Next Chapter: "Great Journey".
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