Gyro has not spoken for an entire week to Gif.
He had endured pain so intense that no person could imagine tolerating it, even if it lasted only a few seconds. Every moment of it left marks on his body and mind, lingering long after the initial agony had passed.
In this way, he had become a force of quiet, unshakable power. The world around him could rage, twist, and threaten, but Gyro's mind remained his own fortress impenetrable, disciplined, and entirely his.
In these two months, Gyro had faced countless beasts and monsters. Each encounter left its mark on him, shaping his instincts, sharpening his mind, and strengthening his resolve.
He had grown accustomed to the presence of death and danger, moving through it with a calm, unwavering focus. Experience had made him precise, unshakable, and almost untouchable. No matter how fierce the creature, no matter how relentless the threat.
Gyro remained composed, learning from each confrontation. It was not like this two months ago.
***
2 months ago.
Gyro had been traveling with Gif for week.
It had been a week since Gyro has transcended to the first realm.
He was traveling in the black grassed land.
The black-grassed land was strange and unusual. The plants looked very bizarre, with shapes and colors unlike anything Gyro had ever seen. The soil was hard and dry, almost impossible to dig into. None of the plants produced seeds, yet their berries were healthy and edible, providing some nourishment in the harsh land.
The grass stretched endlessly, swaying gently even though there was no wind. The land felt quiet and empty, but somehow alive, as if it was watching anyone who walked through it. Moving through it was tiring, but Gyro kept going, knowing he had to survive and adapt in this strange world.
The food that Gyro has consumed in this time period were the few herbs and berries.
He had not hunted a single beast because he did not have ability, and he had not seen a beast either.
Hey Gif, what is an ability?
"Ability are the special powers you receive when you transcend into the next realm"
But why haven't I received an ability?
"You have indeed received your ability, but you don't know how to use it. Transcending a realm means the equivalent of your science of your previous life as increasing a dimension. For example, a one dimensional being can only move in a straight-line front and backwards.
A two dimensional being can move in a plane. If you were to raise the dimension of a one dimensional being to a two dimensional being, it can't suddenly act like a two dimensional being because it used to go front and back, its entire life."
So, I must learn?
"Being called the smartest in your previous world, it's quite ironic. It's not learning, idiot. It's adapting. You've already learned it when you transcended now, you just need to adapt"
This old bastard really likes to yap a lot when he can.
"Hey don't forget, I can hear you"
Good and I want you to hear
The main objective of Gyro has been now to obtain nirvana and quickly transcend and leave the 1st realm.
Gyro travelled in the vast black grass land.
Apparently, this area is known as the Fallen Lands by Gif.
"According to your science, transcendence characteristics can be seen as, "transcendence characteristics can neither be created nor destroyed but it can be transformed from one form to another"
So, this means that transcendence characters are transferable?
"Yes. Even the Nether potions which one consumes to raise their realm and transcend to a new realm are such examples. When a Transcender being dies in their realm, the Transcender characters either merge, transform, or in rare occasion once someone has achieved nirvana, travels to the realm lower and becomes a Nether Potion.
As the Nether potions uses some amounts of the Transcendence characters to alter fate and cause encounters to Nirvana Transcender, some of it is lost but it is only enough to raise the realm."
Where is it lost?
"Fate redistributes it throughout the realms to maintain balance and order through the realms."
Gyro did not question Gif any further because he could not understand a single word this Gif says, and Gyro continued to walk. He did not see any creatures but there were some in the sky. These creatures were the dragons he has seen since he came.
The strange dragons with no wings were flying in the sky, sometimes with ears, stomach or even sometimes the dragon's weird reproductive organ. It was a strange sight to see and to observe.
These dragons did not pay a single attention to him at all. Gyro was like an insect to these creatures.
Gyro continued on his path to find a first realm settlement of human Transcender.
It was possible that Gif knew where the nearest human settlement was, but he did not say.
Gyro continued on his journey.
Gyro's journey through the Fallen Lands was not measured in days or miles but in the weight of silence, the gnaw of hunger, and the relentless expanse of black grass beneath his feet.
Each step pressed into soil that felt both soft and unsettling, as if the earth remembered what had fallen here long before his time. His boots collected the scent of the strange herbs and bitter plants he foraged, their acrid taste lingering on his tongue long after each meal.
Hunger carved its way into his body, but it was not unfamiliar. What unsettled him most was not the lack of food but the constant reminder that he was small in a land vast and alien.
On this journey, Gyro encountered a shrine like building.
A colossal structure, its shadow swallowed him whole. A massive sphere rested upon its roof, and murals sprawled across the walls with images so grand that Gyro felt like an insect before them.
The shrine towered into the heavens, easily a kilometer tall, its sheer presence pressing against his chest.
The murals were of a figure. The murals told of a woman: hair black as a void, cascading to the ground, her armor gleaming with a golden chest plate.
She stood tall, legs long and unyielding, her faceless visage radiating authority. Even without features, the aura was undeniable commanding, eternal.
Gif, do you know her?
Even though Gif did not respond often. This time, he responded immediately.
"I know her."
Is she a high Transcender?
Gif did not respond any further. Even though Gif knew all about Gyro, Gyro may not know the past of Gif, but he knew how Gif really was. He knew Gif did not want to respond any further.
Can I enter this shrine?
"Yes, you can enter this shrine"
Gyro walked to the shrine. The black grass seemed to blend with the paved stones of the huge shrine. Gyro walked up to the entrance of the shrine. The inside of the shrine could not be seen.
As Gyro entered through the entrance, which was extremely huge, something peculiar happened. The shrine was small.
Inside, the shrine was small. A single chamber. Ordinary at least compared to its colossal exterior. Gyro staggered back outside. The building was still massive, an immovable mountain. Yet crossing that entrance reduced it to a room.
It was what could be a normal room.
Gyro could not believe it.
He stepped out of the entrance to the outside and saw the shrine was large but as soon as he entered, the shrine was small.
Within that chamber, a single pedestal awaited. A book floated above it, untouched by time or dust. The walls shimmered like black marble polished to perfection, reflecting light that wasn't there. Strange symbols drifted lazily around the pedestal, circling like stars around a hidden sun.
The book itself was alive with mystery, covered in writings that defied description. Each mark seemed to twist when looked at, as though meaning hovered just out of reach.
Gyro slowly walked up. He got closer and closer to the book.
Gyro seemed to have been in a trance like state.
Gif had not spoken a word.
Gyro touched the book.
It was not a choice he thought about, but something he felt he had to do. It came naturally, like breathing, like the next step he was always meant to take.
The moment his hand made contact, a powerful force pulled him forward. It was not like walking or falling, but as if the book itself opened and swallowed him whole.
Colors and lights swirled around him, stretching and bending until they no longer looked real. The air pressed against him, heavy and strange, and his body felt as though it was breaking apart into pieces of light.
He was moving through something vast and endless, a place that was neither here nor there. And then, as suddenly as it began, the pull ended throwing him out into another world, as if he had been sent through a doorway into a different time.
Gyro stirred into consciousness with his eyes still shut, the world pressing in on him like a heavy silence. When he finally opened them, his breath caught. His hands were slick with blood
A strange weight clung to his body. His clothes were not his own; the fabric felt foreign, ceremonial, as though stitched for someone else entirely.
Gyro turned his head and saw something amazing on his back. A pair of big, beautiful wings stretched out behind him. The feathers were shiny and soft, moving slightly as if alive and they were fluttering.
Gyro was flying.
There were countless people wearing clothes as him flying by his sides. These people also had wings and far ahead, a huge eye hovered in the sky. It was enormous, with wings sprouting from its sides, and dark, thick blood dripped from its center.
The sight was terrifying, yet strangely mesmerizing, as if the eye was alive and aware of everything around it.
Below Gyro, the ground was alive with strange, twisted creatures. They moved like wolves, low to the earth and fast, but each had a single, glaring eye in the center of its face. Their bodies were lean and muscular, covered in dark fur.
The angel-like figure was fighting against the beasts and throwing barrages towards the great eye in the sky.
The winged figures surged forward like a storm, their hands glowing with bright light. Waves of light barrages shot out from them in all directions, striking the massive eye again and again.
Each burst of light hit the eye with a loud, echoing force, making the air shimmer and crackle around them.
Gyro lifted his gaze and saw the figure that had been shown in the mural. Even though he could clearly see its shape, did not feel entirely physical. Instead, the female figure radiated an overwhelming presence, a feeling of immense power that seemed to fill the space around him.
Several of the angels charged ahead while some died by bursting their bodies when the huge eye shot its bloody tears.
Even in the face of such destruction, the surviving angels pressed onward, their resolve unwavering. They attacked with unrelenting precision, forming coordinated waves of light barrages, a storm of celestial fury aimed at bringing down the monstrous eye.
Every strike, every dodge, every sacrifice added to the intensity of the battle, painting the sky with chaos, courage, and unyielding power.
Gyro stood there flying in the air.
Just moments ago, he was in the shrine and now he was observing a war as one of the participants.
Gif, Are you there?
"Yes"
Where am I?
"You mind is like someone from the 5th realm. You must have realized where you are"
"I am in a memory?"
"Yes. Dodge that beast, otherwise you will also die in the real world"
Just as Gif mentions this, a one-eyed beast launched towards Gyro.
***
"Si vis pacem, para bellum."