Athan gazed at the aftermath, his thoughts drifting.
"The skill (aura), which you used is a unique ability only awakened by a few..." Mark took in a large breath before continuing.
"Most call it supremacy, due to its nature of control, it's applications and properties are influenced by the user's individuality."
"It is unique and different among all those who have awakened it." Mark paused as he looked at the aftermath which spanned for kilometers.
"Thrilling." Athan muttered, his head turned to the violet skies, he sighed in relish, his eyelids shut as he breathed in.
"Aura, is a powerful skill way beyond your current strength, it's something you were'nt supposed to even be able to use at your current stage." Mark said, his eyes reflected the confusion he felt.
"The screen that you're seeing, as you may have seen is known as the [status page], a gift from the [system]; the administrator of our world, and the various worlds linked to ours."
"A [zone] that has grown to a certain extent will evolve into a world, but they are strict requirements that need to be fulfilled..." Mark paused before uttering.
"A little fun fact about the [zone], is that a few [zone] can be occupied by sentient beings."
Mark walked forward, he crouched next to a puddle of blood which used to be a nyction cadaver.
He dipped one of his fingers into the puddle, as he pulled it out blood could be seen sticking to his finger, he brought his finger to his nose, as he sniffed the blood.
"It reeks of corruption." He thought, before turning his head backwards, as he gazed at Athan who seemed to be drowning in thought.
"Laxarria is filled with diverse races."
"The land is ruled by the major races which are humans, aeonians, elves, dwarves and neo-humans, they are also minor races in laxarria but they hold no sway."
"When we leave this [zone], I'll tell you more about the races that occupy laxarria." Mark said as he stood up from the ground.
"Let's go."
"Why?" Mark stopped as he heard this voice before he continued moving.
Athan brought his head down before he proceeded to follow Mark.
They passed by a lot of trees as they went deeper into the forest.
Athan observed the surroundings, as he noticed how almost everywhere looked alike. He was puzzled as he saw Mark maneuvering through the forest.
"I hope he knows where we're going." Athan thought as they kept moving.
"We're close to the edge. We should be there in a few hours." Mark's voice could be heard as they kept on moving
Hours later, they both walked out of the forest into a clearing.
Athan stopped moving forward, as he gazed in awe at a transparent barrier, on one side was the [zone] where they resided and on the other; black nothingess that seemed to swallow light.
"So this is the edge." Athan thought as he gazed at the barrier and the endless expanse of darkness behind it.
"The void." Athan turned his head to Mark in surprise, his lips moving as he uttered.
"What is 'the void'?"
"You'll know later, all you need to know now, is that the barrier in front of you, it's what's preventing the [zone] from becoming a part of that." He said while pointing at 'the void'
"Okay..." Athan said still confused as Mark's answer seemed to only elude him more.
"So, how do we leave if right outside this barrier, is you know." Athan said while using his eyes to emphasize his point.
Mark just laughed, before he pointed at a certain direction.
Athan turned his gaze there, his mouth wide open, as he saw a huge vortex seemingly merged with the barrier.
"The gateway that links this [zone] to laxarria, and our ticket there." Mark said as he gazed at the 'portal'.
A figure stood a distance away watching their antics, as purplish light reflected off the blade in his hand.
"Finally, the anomaly is here." The figure said in a gruff voice.
The figure stared at Mark, as it lamented
"What is a llambrad family brat doing here?"
"Well, I'll just have to kill him, as he has already made contact with the anomaly."
The figure thought.
It walked out of the shadows, as the figure was no longer clad in darkness, it's features could be seen.
It stood about seven feet tall, endowed with a burly figure, its arms were thick, it's skin brown in color, as it looked like a bronze statue
A full grown beard adorned its masculine face. Waist length black hair covered it's head.
It wore a tight fitting combat suit that hugged its body and accentuated its well defined muscles, rested on it's broad shoulders was a giant broadsword about nine feet long, every step the figure took, left a foot shaped hole on the ground.
Mark turned his gaze to his right, he caught sight of the huge man walking out of the forest.
His face was plastered with a shocked look as he gazed at the approaching giant. Athan turned to look at the man, he only caught a glimpse of the figure, before coughing out blood, his eyes bleeding as he kneeled on the ground.
Although he turned his gaze to the figure, he didn't see anything as the figure seemed to be covered in haze.
"Paragon" Mark said his words purposely conveying them outward.