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Chapter 509 - 509 - Tear In The Fabric Of Reality



Their eyes closed, they were fully immersed into their cast, speaking in an unknown tongue, whilst pulling all of their inner energy, their mana towards their stretched-out right palms.

Meanwhile, as though their mutterings were not intelligent, just some jumbled mess, to Aiden, it was another round of shocking revelation. As soon as the trio began to cast the spell that would open a specialized [Gateway] towards this deserted, barren realm, the Battlegrounds, his system began to cry with the sound of notifications inside his mind.

He was wide-eyed with surprise as he opened up and read through the updates he received.

[Ancient Language: Demonic Discovered! Analyzing information… Error: Spirit attribute is too low to progress in this discovery.]

[Note: By activating (Divinity: Basic) the host\'s statistics can be boosted allowing the system to begin the analyzation process. Does the host wish to do so? 

Warning: The action will require a constant flow of the host\'s [Soul Power], draining the reserves.] 

Below the message, the familiar Yes and No words were floating, the first with a neon-green light whilst the latter in a deep shade of red. Unlike before, the system could bypass the lack of parameters and use Aiden\'s growing divinity to start the learning process! 

Aiden\'s eyes went wide upon this realization. He could actually start learning one of the Ancient Languages! Though he wasn\'t overly learned about worldly matters, during his years under the heavy, constant \'care\' of his master, Number 3, and Granny, he did learn bits and pieces of some of these myths and legends. 

Adding the memories he gained from the old orcish monsters from the tower and what the soul fragment of his father had shared, he knew that these Ancient Languages carried a great, mystical power in themselves. Like the Dragons, Angels, or the Runecrafters, the Demon\'s language was also incredibly powerful. 

Whilst the Dragons were mostly about dominance and power, the angels were about nature and all that was holy and the dwarven rune words were mostly about creation, the Demons were the most dangerous of them all. They were about destruction, darkness, and control over death.

Thinking about his options for a bit, ultimately Aiden decided against using his power for several reasons. Even if the prospect of learning one of the fabled Ancient Languages was an incredible chance, it would most likely serve as just the start of a long journey. He wouldn\'t gain anything for the short term, but only waste his reserves, whilst also risking of revealing his most precious, most guarded secrets. Also, he was still not sure how or where he will go and in the other realm what traps or ambushes he would need to survive right at the beginning. For better or worse, reserving as much of his own energy as he could, was the best choice.

Reaching for the red-toned \'No\' option at the right side of the screen and -though with a heavy, bleeding heart- he dismissed the notification.

Just as the message disappeared, the spell, the grand spectacle of this launch event, has seemed to just reach its conclusion as well. The 3 robed elders began a sonorous sonata as they exclaimed each, strange word louder and louder. Gradually their tones shifting, a strange guttural undertone appearing in the midst of their speech.

The air inside the triangle they formed soon began to whizz and sizzle. Thin cords of a light-toned smoke appeared, as if a little, innocent spark of fire was lit, brimming with excitement as it laid its infantile eyes to this exciting, vibrant world.

Before the invisible illusionary little pyre could explore further, the magic that it was born from changed again, shifting its intone, transforming the little newborn luster, twisting it further. The spark acquiescing to its originator\'s demand, changed and transformed. Its mass expanded, turning into a hungry-looking amorphous blob. With an unseething hunger, it greedily gobbled at the air, reaching further and further as it kept growing, taking more and more of the space around it. 

Quickly, in just a manner of seconds, the little dot-like spark has grown into the size of a plum. Its original blinding white light corrupted as it absorbed more and more of the Space Essences readily available in the air around them, shifting into a matte ebony night gradient as it kept evolving.

Time passed as the elders kept on shouting, yelling like madmen. Each word carried more and more air out of their lungs, sucking more and more of their already faltering stamina just to give a slightly higher surge of the rush as the words joined to the chord with the rest. 

Still, the small hole, the little tear in the fabric of reality seemed to react to each and every one of the seemingly unintelligent gibberish these crazed elders were yelling. Each time a word echoed in the filled-up square, the edges of its membrane trembled, only to light up with another wave of hunger and reach for the next bite, the next segment of the air to claim as their own domain. 

In a minute, the little plum was the size of an average person\'s head, and it showed no signs of calming down. It kept growing, expanding, and as time went on, changing.

Unlike how the [Gateway] spell was cast, this one seemed to take way more time, and much more effort to make itself present. Also, though first Aiden thought that the end result would be similar to the [Haven\'s Gate], the specialized [Gateway] spell his system had created to his minion\'s world, it seemed to not be the case.

Slowly, as the minutes passed, under the bated breath and focused gazes of the crowd, the hole was gradually taking shape. The head-sized tear kept up with its weird conquest, taking more and more of the readily available air around it, growing and changing its shape with each newly added bite it claimed. 

The tear\'s amorphous shape was changing, as a gate, a window-like square form slowly began to appear. A window, with an insight into nothing but a dark, despairing, and empty void.

Several minutes passed by the time, the window expanded into what seemed to be a large, wide arched gate that, from a first, untrained look, lead into the great nothing instead of the promised realm of battlefields. 

The trio of elders was out of breath and stamina by the time they finally completed the ritual. Yet, there was a happy, elated, satisfied smile plastered on their faces as they looked at the large spatial creation, the grand magic they together created. With great effort the two that came slithered back to their seats and with a huff, slumped down, leaving only the eldest of them all, the host of the event in the podium.

The old man took about a minute to catch his breath before, slowly walking in front of the swirling, grand portal and turned to the side where the groups of mercenaries, adventurers, and soldiers were hired under the service of either one of the pillars were waiting. 

As his lips parted once again, a gruff, hoarse, tired voice reached the ears of the crowd. The old man was clearly expanded after participating in such a ritual.

"You, eager-blooded youths, or age-old veterans alike! Though I\'m certain you are aware of this, yet allow me, no.. LET me remind you all what is the most important goal that you need to keep in mind. No matter what objectives each of you has, what dreams you cultivate, make sure of this one simple rule. Stay alive!" 

He took a moment, so his words could reach everyone before continuing.

"No matter what heavenly treasures, or great, all-powerful artifacts you dig up or find in the deepest caverns or chasms amidst the myriad dangers there. If, in the end, you breathe your last and lay down in the hot sands, or whatever dread wastes there are… Ultimately your efforts would be for naught." 

He nodded with a simple smile creasing his wrinkled skin, then turned back to the audience as he continued.

"After the teams set out one after another and arrive at the Battlegrounds, the honored professors of the Academy have promised us to cast their fabled [Vision] magic, to show us the scenes at the other side. 

For the upcoming month, we will watch and monitor our brave heroes\' actions. You will be able to cheer and support those you hold close and dear to your heart!" 

He exclaimed, watching with the same smile as the crowd erupted into a cheer once again.

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