Aron kept thinking about his purpose. There were many things that he needed to think about, but in the end, he could not find any kind of purpose.
As Aron thought about the matter of purpose, he understood that it must be some kind of facade.
Why would he need a purpose at all? What is wrong with just existing as a higher-level being or a being that aims for it?
Maybe purpose comes from the fact that the people at the higher levels give the weaker ones a reason to live.
"For the time being, I should look at the skies and try to reach a level of power that I cannot be threatened with."
"First of all, I need to prioritize my survival; after that, I should look for a greater purpose."
Aron decided on what he should do. At the same time, because of the wind, he started feeling cold.
"The air is too irregular here; it was not hot about an hour earlier, and now it is too cold."
Aron closed his eyes a little and whispered.
"Black Coat."
With his whisper, a black coat made up of thick material manifested in his hands.
Before that, he was wearing a simple gray-colored, thin leather tunic and pants, as well as some sort of shoe.
He thought that these clothes must have been given to him by Margan and her wife, as he woke up wearing them.
Creating a black coat is not hard for Aron. When he was creating the coat, he did not use much knowledge; because of this, the energy spent was higher than when he cast the "Fire Arrow" spell.
"I created a black coat and learned a new thing. Knowledge exists as a fuel and source; I can create something by just using my imagination."
"This will work only if my imagination is enough and my energy is capable of supporting my imagination."
"If my energy is not enough, I am most likely to be passed out or die. Because of these reasons, knowledge is used with the imagination, so the energy expenditure would not be much."
As Aron walked, he thought about how imagination and knowledge were connected. It made him remember his old life on Earth.
He recalled busy streets, the glow of a computer screen, and the routines of daily life. Those memories felt far away, like a different world compared to the strange and magical one he was in now.
Aron's mind was a mix of longing for the past and curiosity about his new reality. He tried to bring together what he knew from Earth with the magical powers he was discovering.
The journey ahead seemed full of challenges and surprises, and Aron walked on, a bridge between two worlds, each shaping the other in ways he was still figuring out.
Aron perked up as he walked, hearing the distant sound of someone crying. His brows furrowed, and he exclaimed,
"Someone is here?"
Curiosity and concern filled his voice as he quickened his pace. When he arrived at the source of the sound, he noticed three women wearing simple brown leather clothes huddled together in an embrace. Aron's expression softened.
"Stop !"
Aron came back to himself. He noticed that within one second, he felt that he was thinking that he was still on Earth.
But he knew very well that he was not.
"I need to be careful."
Feeling a sense of caution, Aron whispered to himself, "Hidden energy shield," creating an invisible barrier around himself to guard against potential hidden attacks. The exertion left him more tired, but he couldn't afford any risks.
Approaching the trio of women, Aron asked the young woman in the middle,
"Who are you? What happened?"
In his mind, he couldn't help but notice their beauty amidst the potential danger.
The young woman in the middle looked at Aron and started talking. Her voice was cracking because of the sadness and emotions that affected her body and mind.
"Mister, can you help us? Our father and mother got taken away."
Aron showed a blank expression not give any emotion to the three young women and then asked.
"Who took them?"
The woman cried even harder as she answered.
"It was Snakepeople, a beast race that lives in the woods."
Aron gulped and then turned to go on his way.
"Mister, where are you going? Why are you not helping us?"
Aron looked at the three young women, and with an idiosyncratic expression, he answered.
"Why would I?"