A week ago when the duel reached its conclusion, Omarion left to find Veron. He needed to confirm whether he knew what he observed with Damien. He covered the entire academy with a Mana Sense but he couldn’t uncover any signature of someone hiding nearby.
“You must have grown stronger once again, Veron.”
Omarion smiled at the thought that Veron continued to grow even at his age for a human. He stood in midair looking at every direction, until he stopped on a mountain range thousands of kilometers away. The tallest peak stabbed through the clouds into the heavens where one could not see. He gnashed his teeth until blood flowed down his lips.
“It is only a clone, I can always make another. If he is anywhere then he must be there.”
Omarion found his conviction and headed toward the mountain range. It took him a couple of hours to travel the entire distance and reach the base of the mountains. It was an odd mountain range named Mortal Mountain due to the fact that you were unable to fly here. For some reason everything else was at your disposal but some unknown factor affected the ability of flight.
Many have tried to conquer the tallest peak of Mortal Mountain, however beasts not known to the populations exist here. Those who survived to tell the tale were too traumatized to speak of the details but every story had the same description, they were not of this world. Legend has it that the only people to have reached the peak were the founding figures of StarPoint and in recent times, Veron Flor. This was during the time where he wanted to keep making a name for himself and chose to put himself out there. Now times are different, and the trials of life could wear anyone down.
Omarion began his hike after he meditated. During his mediation he went through his library of knowledge that had anything to do with this mountain. When he was ready he began an arduous journey straight out of hell. On his trip he went through life and death battles each minute of the day. Halfway through he lost an arm and eventually an eye. Even with the torment he was going through, his mind was at peace. He took it as a trial that tested the strength of his mental fortitude. Overall it took him 4 days to reach the peak and when he did he came out over the clouds to the sun blaring over his blood soaked body. At the highest peak, everything became clear. Omarion was able to see to an endless distance, and for a moment he appreciated the views like it was his reward.
A dead silence of empty breeze came by and in that moment Omarion heard the whispering of another man. Omarion followed the direction of the voice and came to the view of Veron sitting in front of a grave. His sword lay on the floor next to him and a fresh set of flowers were placed on top of the grave that read Eldira Flor. Veron had long sensed Omarion’s presence but he continued to talk to the grave as if he weren't there. After hours of waiting Veron finally finished.
“Omarion, you have finally decided to join me. I knew you were always capable of climbing this mountain. A true clone is it? How is it?”
“As this aligns with my purpose I have come. As for my true clone, it has been structurally damaged beyond repair. I will have to make a new one in due time.”
“That’s too bad Omarion. Good thing you can live for a long time.”
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Silence prevailed between them as they both enjoyed the view. Omarion knew better than to cut to the chase as he could read the mood of the atmosphere.
“Why have you come? I take it you didn’t come to mourn for my dead wife.”
“No, I did not come for that. However since I am here it is only natural I pay my respects.”
Omarion got down to his knees and began to profusely pray for the deceased. It was a natural sight that went along with his flowing monk robes. The process Omarion went through took all day and led them into the brilliant light. The stars lit up the night sky and the moon was nowhere in sight as it was the day of a new moon. A couple of streaks of light could be seen tearing through the darkness in the infinite of the universe. Veron finally decided to speak up with a somber tone.
“I know why you have come, Omarion. Before any of that, what do you know of this world?”
“What does this have to do with Damien? This is a very serious matter, Veron.”
Veron had brought out a tea set when night came so he had a cup ready. He took a sip while he peered up into the night sky.
“It has everything to do with it, so answer the question.”
“The Zyres Continent is all we know of this world and it is believed to be the only place here.”
Veron spat out in disgust at his response. He looked at Omarion annoyed.
“Don’t give me that textbook bullshit answer. I know better than anyone else you have your doubts now answer with your own thoughts and beliefs.”
“Okay if I’m allowed to talk about theories then I believe we know nothing. Many have tried to pass through the Boundless Sea, but none have ever returned. It is presumed they all died and that even the founding figures met their doom there. I have a feeling that there is more to it and everything regarding it has been tampered with.”
Veron handed Omarion a cup of tea and stood up. He looked down into Omarion’s eyes and smiled softly.
“What if I were to tell you beyond the Boundless Sea is where the True World exists. Where we are is considered to be a wasteland. A barren and destitute land that garners nearly no attention. We have been the frogs in the well looking up. That’s how it’s been until the founding figures we all know changed this course of history.”
Omarion stood up in a rush, dropping his tea all over himself. For the first time in a long time he lost his composure, but the information he received was groundbreaking. He was ready to grab Veron by his garments for him to continue, but Veron calmly placed his hand on Omarion’s shoulder and brought him down softly to a seat.
“You will stay seated while I tell you this story or I can make you leave. In the end you’ll have the answer you are looking for and you can inform Ari about this. It is an inevitability that is coming to our home.”
Once Veron had him seated, he began a long story that involved the true mechanisms of this world. The Zyres Continent was always known as a desolate land with no future as the concentrations of mana and energies were far too sparse for the standards of the True World. For this reason they treated it as if it were a prison. Elite families that were atop the True World such as Ashea, Zalika, Mildred, Fierstone, Greentree, and the Dragon Clan had sent punished descendants into the Zyres Continent where they had to begin anew.
These descendants were placed there millennia before the appearance of the founding figures. It wasn’t until they came to and brought forth a new era that the main families from the True World took notice. They brought them back to nurture them and saw this place in a different way. From that point forward it was now treated more as a testing ground for one to prove their worth or redeem their honor through hardship. For this system to work efficiently without alerting the populations of their existence, a guardian must be appointed to manage and control the outsiders. Veron was elected as the third guardian in history as his talent was overwhelming and he was a descendant of the Mildred Family. Important figures from the True World took him in from the Zyres Continent at the age of 15. They helped him create a clone that had 50% of his strength and allowed him to share its vision with his true body. His clone created legends for him as he was in the True World going through strict training.
When he returned back with his true self, he was far stronger than anyone here. Even the outsiders who came were beneath him. He did his job as he was taught to do and he did it well. All conflicts were ended quickly to avoid commotion. His life then became monotone as he went through the same cycle all the time. He became fiercer and merciless in his ways but it came from a lack of emotions he received. It wasn’t until Eldira Flor came to the Zyres Continent for a getaway that everything changed for Veron. From that day on it changed the entire course of his life for the better or worse.