In his final living act of courage and valour, Malic left the world of the living for the next. A long struggle for survival had ended in one massive explosion. He had no regrets, that would linger here so leaving the mortal world, his soul proceeded to the afterlife.
"Ha well, I guess, one could call this thing I am going through a tunnel, and that is light on the other side." [Malic]
Malic laughed to himself, floating towards the light at astonishing speed. At his present pace, he would get to his desired location quickly. However something felt wrong, wouldn't this whole experience happen almost instantly? If he had died was there something possibly holding him back? Suddenly he could hear a soft voice, speaking to him clearly to his mind.
"Yes, you should work out nicely."
He could not see the one who spoke, or even discern if there was any other present around him. Slowly as he looked forward, he could see his surroundings beginning to change, as if he had been pulled into another tunnel altogether. He could feel the distance being covered, which was far greater than before, and almost nothing but darkness surrounded him.
Fear gripped him, where was it he had ended up, the darkness was near abyssal. There was void nothing in this place he currently inhabited. No sound or light was here, only one's thoughts and memories.
All movement ceased, could it be that he just thought before that he was moving? But was truly seeing some kind of vision, a memory of some kind, not knowing continued to eat at Malic. He felt that he was suspended, by some force holding him in place, not allowing him to move.
"Can you hear me now mortal?"
A voice came to his mind, not the same as before but a voice, he was not alone in this place. Malic felt great relief from even this small insight, but a greater question who was this person or persons, that was speaking to him and what was their purpose?
"What madness is this language, Larinth we should just decide what to do with this mortal and be done, there is no need to bring beings from other dimensions just to suit our needs."
An authoritative voice thundered in Malic's mind, then as soon as it came to another spoke.
"There is nothing that can be done now Balieron, you know that Frera has the knack to grab strays."
'What stray?'
Asks Malic to himself with great annoyance
"I was on my way to a much better location, just to end up in some otherworldly place.'
Silence ensues, exactly after he had thought this, again there was nothing just the void.
"You have got to be kidding me, what are these people?"
He could feel his emotions, building towards a desire, to be rid of this darkness all around him.
"What purpose is there in leaving me in this condition?"
Slowly a small sensation began to fill him, from the top of his head to the palms of his hands. This strange feeling continued down through his sides to his feet, then slowly it returned up to his abdomen. Once it got to this point, the sensation ceased to progress further. But began to grow and strengthen into something greater. Whatever this thing in him was, Malic did not know, only that now he could begin to feel, through it the immediate area around him.
"Ah, for a first-time user of purified Mana, you are not all that bad."
The voices returned, he could sense the one who spoke now was female. From within her body, he could feel the presence of this power called Mana. It was far more pure and powerful than what he could feel within himself.
"If you are wondering why all your other senses are cut off it is simple. You, do not need to know our faces. We six do not concern ourselves, with the troubles of the lower realms, for there are others for that purpose."
A man spoke, this time, his explanation of the situation was one of indifference.
"However since Frera believes you will be of use to us, at this time we find no reason to send you back, from whence you came."
This was turning into some kind of briefing session, Malic was pleased originally just to pass away, but now it seemed that things were to go in another direction.
"Just because he has shown potential, to use some degree of Mana does not mean that he will be able to live freely, on Ladrithon or live long enough to fight Calgian."
Another woman spoke, Malic could not sense her presence at all as if she was just a voice only. As time passed and he listened to more, Malic wondered as to what the actual contents, of these personal conversations were. As far as he could tell long ago, before the six ascended, as what he heard them refer to themselves as True Magi. They were originally seven, then as time went on the seventh grow tired of maintaining creation, or something like that and rebelled against his fellows.
Eventually, leading to the Fourth Breaking of the World. His defeat resulted in the remaining six, scattering his remains throughout the world, an eternal punishment as it were.
" Calgian as we know, will Reincarnate himself at some point, and proceed to finish what he started generations ago. All that remains is to provide a being capable of substantial strength and power, to destroy him and we can be finally done with this mess."
Having only these voices to go on, Malic began to realize that his being here was not an accident, though some may not like the fact he is useful to these six entities.
Feeling the gravity of his present situation, Malic finally realized something, not only was he listening to these persons, but they were all in some physical state aside from himself. This realization, that he was present before whatever these beings were, but to his mind, a very real captive, to their power did nothing but increase his feeling of impending doom and destruction.
"Oldrin Is there a place prepared, that we can send this one quickly to the mortal realm, this thing must be done with all haste."
Things were wrapping up, faster than Malic expected they would.
"Wait what Mortal realm? What is that supposed to be, I have already died I don't want to go back to that hell."
The thought of returning to his old world, just to fight and die again in a thankless thoughtless fight, that was likely to kill everything living, was not something that Malic wished to return to.
"Yes there is a place, and it could provide all the needed time, to get this one properly raised to end Calgian."
There was sureness in the minds of these six great beings, a thing they needed had been delivered to them, almost at their most desperate hour, even now as powerful as they were, if they were to fight Calgian in the moral realm or any realm, below what they currently inhabited all things in creation, would fall apart and turn to nothing.
So to avoid that possible disaster, they would send one who if he could rise beyond all those above him. Making himself master over all 6 degrees of Mana manipulation. He could not only do what they had set him out to do. But become something even greater than they were.