Armad walked towards the wall wiping blood off his sword with a leaf. He hadn't used it or any of his special attacks for a while now. If he remembered correctly the last time he used a sword was in the jinzidal tournament. His hand was itchy, so instead of circling the forest, he cut through it.

A few steps into the forest and he'd already attracted the ire of three one-headed dordors and five other demonic eagles. The dordor attacked him from the ground while the eagles attacked him from above. Armad smiled and stretched his right arm. He turned it into lightning and then punched the air in the direction of the dordors.

"Lightning Arm!" He intoned.

As the incantation left his mouth, his right arm glowed with lightning. Countless bolts of lightning emerged from his clenched fist and merged into a massive bolt the size of a boulder and the shape of a human fist, and struck everything in its path.

The lightning continued to flow out of his hand, making the lightning fist bigger by the second. This was the first time Armad had used such an attack, which was different from the other lightning bolts he had been using. It melted everything it touched and turned the fluid to ashes. After several seconds, Armad released his fist and stopped feeding the voracious fist. Then the giant fist went on to crush the remaining trees on its path before it dissipated. It seemed the lightning arm would only stop when he wanted it to stop, or at least when he ran out or exhausted the hundred years. In other words, it would keep feeding on his pol and getting bigger until it was too big...

Everything in front of him was gone. There was only silence and ash. The Dordor, the eagles, the demonic beasts, and every other thing dreaded in the forest was gone. Only the power of Armad Wilberforce remained, or rather the destruction left by it. The forest was burned to the ground as if it had never been there. Armad could see the wall from where he stood.

He smiled at his sword which was currently in his other hand. For he'd found a way to create a new sword Bend using his new lightning form. Though it had to wait. It was time to break out of the prison.

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Standing in front of the wall, he first turned into his lightning form and then jumped.

Armad found himself in the middle of the thick fluid that melted his body the other time. He saw the two black eyes approaching him. But he jumped again, disappearing from his position and reappearing a few steps away from the eyes. The eyes billowed with black smoke trying to catch him. He disappeared again and took another 'tiny' step forward. The black eyes widened and the smoke coming from them multiplied. It quickly turned into a chase.

Armad was getting closer to the exit but the eyes were gaining on him. He kept jumping until he used all the twelve jumps, reaching his maximum core collapse compatible with life, and if he went beyond that, he would bleed. He didn't think twelve jumps wouldn't suffice. And there was no time to hesitate with the black eyes right behind him. He closed his eyes and called again for the thirteenth time. Surprisingly, being lightning and lacking any flesh and blood didn't stop the bleeding or the pain.

He saw light in the distance just before he fainted. Unsure what it was, he hoped it was coming from outside the prison.

***

Somewhere in the first world, the flute guarding the prison was currently blowing. It told the story of a man trying to escape from the wall prison. But this time around, the man managed to break out, and surprisingly, the man had the same soul signature as the man who had tried to break out of the prison a year ago.

The flute immediately ordered the man to be arrested and investigated for his relationship with the other man who had tried to flee last year but was killed. Was it the same person, or was it someone who had the same soul signature with him?

House of Uznu Ururu was responsible for arresting the escaped prisoner.

***

It was a well-known custom for sailors to name their ships. Sometimes it was just a name that interested the sailor and sometimes the name would have a hidden meaning. At this hour, a ship was sailing on the north wall toward the fourth world, the kingdom of Sisiya. The name of the ship was Trader-night. It carried a population of two hundred and fifty to three hundred people, having a mark of its membership for sailors traveling between the third and fourth worlds plastered on its deck.

Despite the large number of Eycigan gates spread across the seven worlds, people still patronized ships due to their lower prices. As long as you got your ship certified by the travel agency of the jinzidal Kings, you would get passengers. Failure to provide a valid certification would mark you as an illegal or even a pirate.

Trader-night moved slowly, especially since the wind was blowing in the opposite direction to it. The passengers of the ship expected to reach their destination in a month or two.

The captain was Besaiah the son of Zuar. He was originally from the old Mikironomada but since he grew up working as a contractor on such ships, now at the age of thirty, he decided to sail his ship. Despite his lack of pol, he had six distinguished members of the security forces on board. And even at that time two of them were with him.

Besaiah looked at one of the workers. "If the wind favors us we will arrive in twenty days but if not..." he said, shaking his head. "That is why I have to hire a wind Bender."

The white-clad man by his side nodded. "True, Captain. But I still think we will arrive at our destination in time even without another Bender."

Besaiah didn't respond and he just kept looking at the waterfall in front. He was aware that an additional employee meant firing one of his current employees since he wouldn't be able to pay seven at the same time, but he would need someone to 'tie the knot' and led the wind in the right direction during their travels.

He was deeply in thought when he saw something lying in front of the ship. The object floated up and down like a piece of wood. At first, the captain didn't think much of it, but as the object got closer, it took the shape of a human. He flashed the ship's headlights on it.

It wasn't an object. It was a young man lying unconscious.

The first thing that came to his mind was pirates. He thought it was a pirate tactic to stop their ship so they could rob them.