[Five years later]
Under threads of sunlight, Levan stood quietly, and no clear emotions appeared on him. He was a few steps away from the Great Abyss. He was surrounded by twenty soldiers and two faction leaders: the leader Anisa and the leader Niral. Their mission was to stop Levan from entering the abyss. Both of them, along with the twenty soldiers, were staring at him, saying, "What in the hell is this fool thinking?" Miral let out a cry, waving his right hand towards Levan: "Oh, Levan! Have you gone mad?! Do you think you can just pass by us and ignore us? Do you intend to provoke a meaningless fight to the death? Even if you don't die here, it will be more comfortable for you than death or at least losing your mind if we let you throw yourself into the abyss, whose name alone would deter those much stronger than us from descending towards it... Even if it means being over our corpses?!" Something like this will not happen. But Levan did not move.
And he did not care about those around him. He raised his head slightly and began to stare at something. As if he was watching something none of them could see. His black coat continued to flutter—. Finally, he turned around to face them... slowly, as if he had all the time to do what he wanted whenever he wanted. His words began clearly and in a low voice, cold and serious, "Didn't I already tell you? You will not be able to stop me. You two are nothing but a burden even on your soldiers." These words were few and sufficient for Levan, but they were harsh and infuriating to the point of madness.
Suddenly, Anisa raised her hand, and her eyes looked extremely wide, with a face showing nothing but intense anger, her eyes glowing. She cried out in a tone mixed between sadness and anger: "We have no other choice anymore!" Then, in a louder voice, she activated her ability: "Form the ring of hell!!" And in seconds, the ground cracked—lava erupted from between those cracks, glowing red and angry, surrounding Levan in a fiery ring. Heat lashed at faces, the air became thick, and the ground began to tremble beneath their feet.
Some soldiers shivered, raising their arms to protect themselves from the breaths of those flames. Anisa was not the only one who attacked, as Niral began his move, shouting: "Iron Gate!!" Niral was the one who supported Anisa in many missions, but this time the matter became more serious. His voice alone was enough to grab everyone's attention. A solid iron wall rose from the ground—as if it had been waiting for that moment for the dual attack. Following that were long, twisted nails that emerged from the iron wall and wrapped around Levan slowly... The soldiers retreated. But something strange happened in the air. Breathing became more difficult. Even those standing were sweating. They felt as if... something was standing there with them. Something huge and invisible and very close.
A sudden silence fell over the place. Not because it was over... but suffocation prevailed for an unknown reason. No sound. Not even a breath of air.
Levan looked at them calmly, sighed, and said in a cold voice: "Is this all you have? ... You could have really saved yourselves the trouble." He stood silently, his eyes lowered, as if he didn't even care about his surroundings.
Then, very slowly, he raised his head. His eyes fixed towards the sky—cold. He raised one of his hands... his fingers open. And in a quiet voice he said: " The Black Rain." Anisa gasped, her eyes wide as if she had just seen a ghost. "Black Rain??? Isn't that... the Tenth Leader's skill??" (in a trembling voice). One of her hands extended, grabbing the shoulder of the soldier next to her without even thinking. Sweat rolled slowly down her temple, and her shoulders began to tremble. "Dammmn you, Levan... who are you really?!" She turned towards Miral, desperate, begging with her eyes for him to speak or to move, to do something. But it seemed to be all the same to him. Miral did not utter a word. He did noteven blink. He just stood there, as if his body had forgotten how to move—or perhaps... he chose not to.
His eyes remained fixed on the sky. And he said: "Damn it, I understand now." Anisa shouted at him, calling out, but he was fixed in his place, his feet rooted. Only that slight laugh indicating a crushing defeat before it even began.
Then he spoke, without even looking at her: "Look up." That's all. Two words. But their impact was like thunder. As if he wasn't warning her—. The sky suddenly turned black with clouds... and in that blackness, a spark followed by a spark, nay, a downpour of sparks, turned into black swords. Each blade glimmered faintly.
Anisa covered her mouth with her hands. A soldier whispered in the back, "How many...?" No one answered. No one blinked. They were all just... watching. As if the end had already been written—and the blades were coming from above. Anisa kept staring. She tried to count... but they kept coming. Her lips moved to break the silence: "Why... why are there... and how can there be this many?... I have seen this skill before... but th-th-this... wh-what is this?!" She looked like someone on the verge of crying—then she realized the importance of the mission they were entrusted with despite the horror of the sight she saw. Every word that came out of her mouth felt forced, drawn from disbelief. Inside her? He was just a person.
A person under a sky filled with silent swords. One. Then another. Five... twenty... they continued to appear. One hundred... one hundred and fifty... three hundred... eyes remained fixed on the sky, with ragged breaths, awaiting the final number. And when it reached five hundred... everything froze. No word. No sound. And there in the middle... Levan remained standing. His hand still fixed towards the sky. He did not blink. He did not move. He was no longer a man. He was something else. An idea. One that came to erase the world.
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Three hundred years ago, a great flood swept through the world, drowning it, leaving only a vast expanse of land surrounded by a towering wall.
A century after that catastrophe, the Abyss appeared. It was considered the first phenomenon of its kind, unprecedented in history. It was a deep pit that carried with it a strange force that later became known as "Zen." Zen is a strange energy that has penetrated human bodies, becoming a vital and essential part of their being as long as life remains in the body. Through this energy, or power, people have been able to create a rock wall, release flames, and perform various skills. This energy has five ascending levels of power.
They are as follows:
[1- The Spark of Survival]
[2- The Pulse of Power]
[3- The Essence of Leadership]
[4- The Extension of Zen]
[5- The Heart of the World]
This energy has transformed the concept of life, and naturally, this energy can be harnessed for good or evil. It was wise to establish laws and principles to suppress any rebellion, and what became known as the Ten Orders emerged in this world. These sanctuaries were like centers of kingdoms, small, separate states within this wall. Each order had its own wall, and within it was ruled by a person known as the Leader of the Order.
END