They had begun to explain everything as we flew along a bumpy road into the depths of the realm.
Each bump a reminder of the turmoil and challenges that lay ahead and behind us.
Everyone surrounded the purple sphere and watched in horror as their leader died before them.
Pretty much how I felt, they saw it firsthand.
A horrorshow on full display.
Tragedy strikes often.
When climbing the mountains of the realm you must care for lightning.
Rose and Lilly explained how a micro revolution had sprouted from the event.
How the raiding party split up into two groups.
The first being the ones who wanted to force their way in, to try the impossible and break down a barrier held up by the realm's laws.
The second, the more pragmatic bunch, wished only to prepare for the battle that would ensue in the aftermath of the event.
A smile no longer rested anywhere near my face. In its place a solemn grim stood strong.
Fucking hell, I thought.
I never thought of what could happen if I was slain. Even in my own death I was selfish, not thinking of what happens after it's over for me.
I made a note to myself that this was a point of interest from here on out.
They noticed my spaciness and I waved a hand and told them to continue.
After the pragmatic part of the party won over, they prepared themselves for the worse.
What comes next?
Still, some men battered their fists in rage, but what could be done?
The realm does not bend nor does it break.
Not for anyone.
Shelly remained silent.
She didn't know that it was her that sparked my growth.
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It's been her for a while now, hasn't it?
Well, then a miracle happened, Cap.
Well, I wouldn't say miracle...
Lilly butted in, cutting Rose at the root
That's what they are calling you now, Cap!
The Miracle Man…
No, not that…
What was it…
Shelly interrupted the girl's thinking.
They're calling him the Prophet of Light.
Yeah… yeah that…
I still like miracle man better
Lilly said in resignation as Rose patted her little sister's head, reassuring her that indeed miracle man was a far better title than that of a silly prophet. How pompous it was to deem yourself a prophet when all the Old Gods are lost in the other world.
It's not what sounds better that matters.
It's what the realm displayed over your head after you did that…
Checking the systems I found the title they referred to.
Prophet of Light
[Awarded to players who have unlocked a transcended ability under the holy skill tree]
My words squeaked out a question.
What did it look like…
Rose and Lily joined in a solidarity of stoney silence.
Shelly seemed taken aback but did not stutter or falter in her repost.
It was..
She cleared her throat.
It was as if the realm's laws were bent by your force.
Not only was the creature defeated in a single blow…
Well…
She stopped in her tracks.
As if on cue, the wagon also came to a halt.
The blinds of the wagon blew open under an arid air and revealed a marshland and a hut made of earthy things and animal bones. Everything was old-fashioned and peculiar. As if there was no other place it's true copy in the entire realm.
Which was something to note when you lived in a realm that held many a city that was laid out exactly as it's neighboring town.
As if the realm was constructed in a hurry or by a God who didn't mind the banality of his medieval designs.
But the detail that stood out the most was it's smell.
The place smelled of old magic. The kind of magic that is separated from the system.
Rose broke the dialogue's stupor that impeded the conversation like thorns on a flower.
You shattered the barrier.
You broke the laws of the realm with a single strike.
The air settled as I took everything in.
A voice from the front of the wagon came in. It was Frederick.
Let's go.
We don't have all day.
Witches aren't fond of punctuality or staying in one place for very long.
Wind cracked and lighting summoned overhead.
A snicker echoed through the air.
Your friend is right.
Make it quick
For the realm is already on the hunt for the system breaker.