Everyone loved to listen to what Master Trin had to say for them. He had just finished creating his own Runes, with everyone else following in awe as their master worked with arts nobody had seen quite yet.

Then again, there was always more to discover in the Mirae. It felt like every day, someone else had found a new method of transportation, or even just speeding up the process of growing crops. All the magic stored in the Mirae could never be fully discovered. Just recently, Trin and another person named Allé had built a giant floating area, which they called “The City of the Wind,” where it could house close to a billion people. It was beautiful. Not a lot of these people had quite seen it yet, since Trin had cautioned everybody that Limbo wouldn’t be able to support all of them, and some of them could die. Ever since The Enlightenment, everyone had been so very careful not to recreate what Venge had shown them. The process of a Mir-Link Interruption. A grueling process as someone was killed, but instead of being reborn like they should be, the person would be gone forever. Nobody had seen Venge ever again. Not even one of the little rocks that appeared was after her death.

Trin held both of his hands up, silencing the ever-growing crowd. Many of his favorite, familiar faces could be seen, such as his pupils that loved to train, or his followers that just wanted to learn from what he had for them. By this point, many people treated him like a god. Trin didn’t really appreciate that, but their reasoning was entirely just.

The people silenced themselves, settling down to listen to what Trin wanted to teach today. He had recently created a High Council: Consisting of some of the most powerful there was, he selected them to lead, as he planned to soon continue traveling the world. This High Council sat down next to him, just as enthralled as everyone else. The rest of the crowd waited patiently for him to speak.

There was an individual who seemed too stressed to listen to Trin, however. She was troubled, pacing back and forth near the back of the crowd. Not many sensed her angered presence, and those who did ignored it. Trin didn’t. He stood up, earning himself many hushed questions from the crowd. He split through the group as they shifted for him to walk. He made his way slowly to the individual, calling her by the name. The name that not so long ago, he translated into their current audible language.

She backed away from Trin as he approached her. She bore her teeth and held her hands in front of her, conducting all sorts of magic through her body.

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Nobody really heard what Trin said to her. His voice was nothing but a whisper, and only the troubled being could hear what he murmured.

However, his words made her angrier, as she lashed out, throwing a punch so hard in his chest, his Physical body was instantly dead. It fell to the ground of the Mirae.

Gasps traveled into the crowd like water on a beach, roaring with the sheer number of them. Trin stood, a bit shaken. But the being wasn’t done.

She lunged for him, pinning him down and throwing him into Limbo. Her consistency with the dark magic coursing through her and the power it provided created perfect breeding grounds for her maximum potential. As she dragged the immobilized Trin into Limbo, his being started to fluctuate from existing away from the Mirae. The Mirae tried to drag him back, but she held on with claws of steel.

Eventually, Trin made it back, but the damage had been done. As the beings returned to the Mirae, Trin started flickering and flashing. His panic could be heard as he started to tear apart. In an instant, his being collapsed in the middle of the crowd, shattering into many pieces and scattering like shrapnel. A few screamed, while others stared in shock.

Trin was gone.

The now murderer stood over where he had last been, panting and staring in shock. Immediately, one of Trin’s High Councilors stepped forward. No words were spoken for many minutes. Everyone needed time to process. Finally, turmoil broke out, with beings yelling at the one who had murdered a friend to all.

The High Councilor then stepped forward, hushing the crowd. “Go into the Physical World! You are not welcome here!” She spat, opening a gate between the worlds and dropping the being into the land splattered with war, which was the Physical World.

After that, the High Council had to take over permanently. As Allé finished building Finx, every being was forced to settle down and grieve for their lost master. Some spent years in isolation. Others visited the place where he died, claiming that they felt his presence most strongly there. Others went to Allé for comfort, though she wasn’t as warm. Once Allé had finished the construction of Finx, she disappeared, and the High Council organized everything for people to continue on. Some assumed Allé had died, just like Trin.

But both their legacies would never be forgotten, and that one being who killed Trin would be forgotten. The only one who wouldn’t forget about her was her own self.