Another Night came, and another Night went without anything vying for Adamu’s life or that of his second mind/personality.

Yet, as much as that should have been a good thing, Adamu sensed it otherwise.

What part of him sensed the danger? Adamu simply disregarded it.

All that mattered to Adamu was that it was there and palpable, almost like being submerged inside a current that pulled everything in one direction. Indeed, that was the first thing that came into his mind when the cracking and shattering finished ejecting him from the Illusion.

Even worse, when Adamu came out of his mountain cave and faced the early morning of the outside world, that sensation only became more apparent. As such, a part of him pondered what to do as his golden eyes gazed at the mountain valley and the river passing through it like a snake winding its way onward through a forest.

Unfortunately, the current Adamu could not read anything mystical but the incoming Dawn.

With that being the case, he sidelined the feelings of Doom once again and reorganized his priorities for the day. Once Adamu had those, he faced the incoming Dawn with a Prayer and executed his plan.

Only unlike what he had imagined he would be doing the previous Night, Adamu would not be doing any actual tests painstakingly visualized and perfected during the Night before the Illusion crippled him.

Instead, he would skip the intricate test and go straight for the spear-making.

Thankfully, Adamu had spared some time for that too, hence, he had a good idea of how to make his ordinary ingredients into something magical.

The first thing Adamu did was forget about his morning trip to the river to quench his thirst. Honestly, with the sensation of doom rising, he simply had no time for it.

The second thing Adamu did was take his almost two-meter-long wine tree stick and engage in the Tree Field Resonance Waking Trance. Once Adamu’s vision blurred and cleared, at the same time, his voice box began to vibrate with the notes he needed, and moments later, the trance was in effect.

Then, Adamu slowly examined his Kyrilian Field and the stick under its effect.

Typically, deadwood could not conduct electrical potential since not enough water content existed in their growth rings, as the growth rings determined the conductive potential inside a tree. Additionally, the more rings there were, the closer they were to each other and the healthier the tree was. That being the case, Adamu’s goal was to check if his own Kyrilian field could substitute for the stick's innate lack.

It was a longshot to consider his weak Kyrilian Field able to do so, but Adamu desired to know. As such, while in the Tree Field Resonance Waking Trance, Adamu touched both ends of the stick and concentrated on sharing his resonance with the wine tree stick.

It was obvious that nothing happened immediately, but Adamu had allocated some time for the test because if it did not work, then it was fine. But if it did work, then the enchantment he had planned on inscribing on the stick would have to accommodate the possibility.

Thus, after about half an hour of gripping the stick in various places, something occurred. Only it came not from the stick. But from Adamu’s own hands, when two of his fingers touched where the fingerprints typically resided.

It was very brief, but the resulting effect made Adamu cease his effort of trying to make the dead stick resonate without any profound energy fueling the process. Instead, Adamu began connecting the fingerprints of his fingers with random patterns of finger locking. Then, when the results were lackluster, although interesting, Adamu tried a few specific ones dusting around somewhere in his memories, yet the results were the same as the random ones.

Looks like I will have to manually input the desired effects for the hand signs.

Back to testing the stick, Adamu eventually managed to achieve a preliminary resonance, but only after his Kyrilian Field grew strong enough when Time allowed the electrical potential to be drawn inside him from the air and the earth.

Still, it was so weak that Adamu barely sensed it occurred, but he'd managed it. As a result, Adamu noted how his Kyrilian field passed through the dead stick. With that as the guideline, Adamu quickly took out the obsidian pocket knife from the little leaf bag hanging on his neck and used it to carve the results of what he felt inside the stick.

With the natural pattern mapped out, Adamu knew which places to avoid on the stick and which were free to be carved with artificial patterns.

Immersed in the carving of the bark, Adamu failed to notice the flow of time and the passage of the sun in the sky. Only the internal alarm for the incoming Noon managed to wake him from the tinker trance, as some liked to call it.

However, unlike usual, Adamu did not break his Tree Field Resonance Waking trance.

Instead, he planned to make use of it by carefully moving his body in order to kneel and pray for the Noon Prayer. Nevertheless, once the Prayer was complete, Adamu did not stand up but instead made another one.

“Oh, Light of the World. Hear this Mortals Plea,” Adamu pronounced with almost a singing voice. “Please lend this Mortal a Hand, for he has sensed his incoming Doom, yet he is without any weapon to fight it off. Please, Oh, Light of the World, lend this Mortal a Hand to carve this ordinary stick into the shaft of a spear worthy of your Grace.”

For a moment, silence ensued, but Adamu’s guts told him it would work.

And it did work.

One moment, he was but an ordinary Mortal, at least as common as he could be, and the next, True Light engulfed his physical, mental, and spiritual being.

With the True Light’s presence, the spiritual scars upon his Spirit began to flare up, but the pains they produced paled to what they had been on that eventful day of cleansing.

Either way, the pain was welcome, as it confirmed Adamu’s plea for help had reached.

Thus, Adamu enjoyed one single moment of the Glory filling him before deep down, he recognized something being off.

Disturbingly off.

Only Adamu had no time to investigate, and instead, he ignored the feelings when Ina’s Glory channeled through him and into the wine tree stick. Once there, the energy filled every crevice of the stick causing Adamu to sense something else being off.

Ina’s Glory, in the form of True Light, filled Adamu’s Body, Mind, and Spirit, and the stick had no inherent directionality aside from what the energy typically represented, which were the Profound Laws of Light, Heat, Purification, Protection, and Providence.

As such, Adamu instantly knew that if he did not involve himself directly in the crafting process, the soon-to-be shaft of his soon-to-be spear would splinter to the ground because of the uncontrolled power flooding it.

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Recognizing the urgency, Adamu immediately tried his best to resonate his Spirit with the energy filling his existence. Yet, contrary to what he pictured at first, it was achieved easily, as if no other existence had ever tempered the said energy to give it that spark of individuality unique to the one doing the tempering.

Naturally, that was not the sole reason for the ease.

Part of the reason stemmed from Adamu’s naturally dense Spirit thanks to being a First of Men. Another part was his knowledge of how things function.

However, regardless of those two, the last part was, in fact, the most important one.

The Oath made on his Spirit allowed remarkable resonance with the Source of True Light shining above Adamu as it traversed the blue sky of Ina’Ani. As a result of the synchronicity, Adamu instantly felt his everything inflate. That included the Kyrilian field his body naturally emitted. However, since he was currently under the Tree Field Resonance Waking Trance, Adamu’s Kyrilain field also became an excellent conduit for Ina’s Glory.

Thus, it was no surprise that the stick began resonating with Adamu and the power filling it to the brim.

Accordingly, the Energy of the Source in the Sky fueled the Enchantment process by infusing the Medium, which was the wine tree stick, with Frequencies of the Profound Laws of Light, Heat, Purification, Protection, and Providence through the Vibrations of Adamu’s Kyrilian Field and produced Unique Energetic Fields inside the wooden stick.

As such, the Five Profound Laws embedded and changed the stick from the ground up due to their continual presence.

The First Profound Law was Heat.

Heat, in order to almost instantly evaporate enough water content nested inside the wooden fibers of the wine tree stick instead of what naturally would have taken months or years to accomplish, thus making the baseline stick harder and firmer.

The Second Profound Law was Light.

Light channeled and condensed in order to burn the stick’s insides and outsides with the patterns Adamu desired, thus manifesting a three-dimensional design that would become unique to the wine tree stick.

As a result of the first two Profound Laws altering the wine tree stick, thus transforming an ordinary stick into a proper spear shaft, this freed the other three Profound Laws to no longer alter but instead to energize the wooden shaft from a normal item into a mystical item through the patterns Adamu engraved on and inside the spear shaft.

As such, the Third Profound Law of Protection energized the overall grain structure of the wooden fibers by following the natural lines revealed through careful examination by Adamu’s Kyrilian Field, only to be carved by True Light itself. The result made the shaft of the soon-to-be spear even harder while allowing the shaft the flexibility and ability to return to its initial state because protecting something meant desiring something to remain as it was and not as it could be.

Unlike Protection, which used the natural grain and field structure of the shaft, thus allowing the ease of energizing, the Fourth and Fifth Profound Laws, meaning Purification and Providence, settled on the patterns Adamu artificially added to the shaft.

As such, they were much harder to energize, but Adamu had prepared for that by making the patterns as simple and effective as possible.

“Although I have not engraved a name onto you, I shall call you Sun Bearer.” Adamu declared the moment the Enchantment process was complete.

In the same instant, Ina’s Glory left him and entered the shaft of the soon-to-be spear.

As a consequence, a gnawing pit of feebleness remained behind that Adamu had no way of filling. Even worse, now that the overwhelming presence left his Body, Mind, and Spirit, the previous disturbing sensations about Ina’s Glory filling him managed to surface to the forefront of his awareness.

As such, in an instant, Adamu’s back arched back and his eye rolled back into their sockets as well.

Only that was not all.

“Uha... Uha… Uha”

In the same instant, Adamu had trouble breathing as if his lungs could neither expand nor contract, thus causing his body to exhibit sensations of choking without anything blocking the airways in the throat.

This choking effect came forth from every muscle in Adamu’s body, jolted from sheer shock now that it had experienced what it had. Additionally, Adamu’s Mind and Spirit, startled by the realization, failed to recognize the signs manifesting in his body. Almost as if what they felt, sensed, and processed overshadowed everything else.

Like that, Adamu continued gasping for air, yet not receiving any, through inadvertent but direct exposure to something Eldritch, yet not Eldritch, all while his mind experienced what could only be called epileptic shock despite being perfectly healthy.

Thankfully, it wasn't that easy to choke somebody, as a body could stay without oxygen for quite a while. As such, moments later, when parts of Adamu’s Mind and Spirit refused to bend any further and recovered, the rest of the body followed their recovery.

“Uhaa… Cough… Cough… Cough. Uhaa”

BANG

The same instant Adamu recovered somewhat, his forehead hit the ground with enough physicality to cause his brain to rattle around in its skull. On top of that was the pain. However, the pain brought clarity where none remained despite the world spinning for Adamu.

Unfortunately, as much as the brain trembling and pain helped, they were not enough for Adamu.

Luckily, compared to a simple Mortal, he was far more sound of Spirit than Mind.

Thus, Adamu did the one thing that helped at the moment but caused problems in the long term.

“IGNORE… IGNORE… IGNORE IT, ADAM… IGNORE IT.” Chanting the words helped Adamu’s Mind and Spirit to focus briefly.

“IGNORE AND THEN BURY IT!”

“BURY IT AND DEAL WITH IT LATER!”

With those declarations out, Adamu recovered even further as the words his voice box produced echoed back to his ears, hence indirectly reaching his conscious, subconscious, and unconscious parts of the physical mind.

“IGNORE, BURY, LATER, DEAL… IGNORE, BURY, LATER, DEAL…”

Twitching for a few minutes while chanting for his sanity, Adamu slowly recovered his sense of self. However, it still took some time before he recovered enough to raise his head and face the blue sky and the golden orb traveling west and over the shallow mountains rising that way.

After staring for a bit, Adamu averted his gaze and focused on the here and now and not what was and what could be.

Back on two legs, Adamu took the shaft of the recent crafting session. He stared and examined the golden patterns and noticed far more embellishments upon the shaft than he remembered carving.

Regardless, the main ones remained what he had urgently envisioned them to be.

“Haa… I hate this world.” Adamu admitted.

Only the admittance was shallow because a different part of him felt the opposite. Thankfully, that same part of him was also the one he had buried away for the moment.

That expressed, Adamu observed his surroundings for a second before bending his knees and picking up the obsidian pocket knife he dropped.

“Phu… Now that I've gone through it, whatever it was that caused it in the first place, there should not be such an adverse reaction anymore.” Then, just as Adamu wanted to pray once again in order to finish carving the obsidian knife and thereby appropriately mount it on the spear shaft, he ceased moving altogether.

No rhyme or reason was apparent, but his Body, Mind, and Spirit simply ceased doing anything.

All movements.

All ideas.

All thoughts.

All emotions.

All bar one ceased to be.

Fear

Ultimate FEAR for his Doom had come.

“RUN!!!” A female voice whispered to Adamu.

“RUN, FIRST OF MAN!!!” Then, on the second whisper, the same female voice suggested to Adamu.

“RUN, AND DO NOT LOOK BACK!!!” However, by the third whisper, the suggestion was gone. Instead, an order infused with Dominion Magic reached Adamu demanding that he run away as fast as possible.

As such, with no other choice, Adamu ran with his Body, Mind, and Spirit fully supporting the action.

The only things accompanying Adamu were the items he'd already been holding on to, the newly crafted shaft of a spear no longer soon to be, and a pocket knife without a handle made of obsidian.

That and the constant direction in which he ran.

South.

South, to the Human Lands.