In a realm of swirling stars, the throne of obsidian loomed, its runes pulsing with power akin to Dicathenâs ancient artifacts. The being atop it, a figure of indescribable beauty, gazed at Michael, its eyes holding the weight of eons. Michael stood, his soul-form trembling, the memory of the white void"a thousand-year trial"fresh in his mind. He had endured, proving his worth to this cosmic entity, a being that dwarfed the beings int he novel the beginning after the end novel Asuras.
œI am someone who has resided in this multiverse from its birth,â the being said, its voice a blend of thunder and silk. I was given a name, but I cannot recall it. I have watched others summon mortals, granting wishes for amusement. Curious, I crafted a trial, summoning billions across worlds. All failed, their souls breaking in the white expanse. You, mortal, endured fifteen hundred years, surpassing my thousand-year requirement. Your will is breaking, but your soul holds. You are worthy.
Michaelâs mind reeled. Fifteen hundred years? It felt like an eternity, yet his resolve had carried him. Dicathenâs world flashed in his thoughts"Sapinâs mage academies, Elenoirâs enchanted forests, Darvâs molten forges. If this being was sending him there, he needed power to survive. œSo you have passed the trial,†the being continued, œand as the only candidate, I will give you four wishes, then you will be transported to a new world of my choosing.â€
Michaelâs heart raced. Four wishes were a jackpot, but the beingâs tone hinted at danger. A world like TBATE, with mana beasts and Alacryan wars, demanded strength. Cha chak†he tried to speak, but his voice caught, stifled by the beings aura. Realizing its error, the being pointed, enclosing Michael in a translucent cube that dulled the oppressive presence. Hmm So can I ask for anything? he asked, his voice steadying.
Yes, the being said, its gaze piercing, “but choose wisely, for those who became too greedy werent able to get far, as I have seen mortals perish. Tell me, what do you want, mortal? Michael drew on his novel knowledge. He needed long-term power, like TBATEs White Core mages or Asuras. “I want a body that is as good as you can give me, he said.
âlA wise choice that focuses on foundation and will help you in future as well. It is to be done, the being said, and Michael felt a spark within, a promise of godlike potential. I want a sword art that is as powerful as you can give me, he continued, envisioning blades like those of Sapinâs Lances. The being paused. œI can give my special sword art, but it will take two wishes. Are you okay with that?Michael nodded. Hmm that would be okay. Not what hed planned, but a divine sword art was worth it.
So what is your last wish? the being asked. I want powerful eyes, as much powerful as you can give that is within my last wish, Michael said, imagining eyes that could see mana like TBATEâs Realmheart. The being was silent, then said, That shall also be done. Now I will be transporting you to a world. Be ready. Michael braced himself, and darkness enveloped him.
The being watched, its thoughts on Dicathen"a land where mana crackled in Sapinâs air, where Elenoirâs elves wove wind magic, and Darvâs dwarves forged artifacts. Ashber Town, near the Beast Glades, was Alexâs new home, a place of mana-hardened homes and beast-core trade. The Triad Councilâ fragile unity hid Alacryas threat. “Now what will you be, mortal? the being mused. A fool, or something to surpass the gods?