Vastoth flew through the endless expanse of the Divine Realm, his humanoid form cutting effortlessly through the air. Suddenly, he froze mid-flight, his humanoid form hovering silently in the air.
A strange feeling alerted him, he felt a faint but undeniable sensation. He turned his head sharply to the right, his gaze narrowing as he focused on the distant horizon.
The air around him felt subtly warped, as though the laws of space were bending unnaturally in that direction.
"What could be the source of this feeling?" he murmured, his voice laced with curiosity.
For a minute, he hovered in silence, his mind racing with possibilities. It wasn't often that something could disrupt his connection to the spatial laws so subtly yet unmistakably.
His instincts urged caution, but his curiosity outweighed any hesitation. "I can't ignore this," he thought, his hand clenching slightly at his side. "Whatever this is… it's powerful enough to distort the space of the Divine realm, it's worth investigating."
Without another word, he changed his course, turning sharply toward the source of the feeling. His aura flared briefly then he accelerated his flight. The closer he got to the source of the feeling, the more the feeling intensified, it was like a gentle but insistent tug pulling at his very essence.
The environment around him began to change subtly. The air grew dense, almost heavy, and faint ripples appeared in the space ahead, distorting his vision like heatwaves rising from the ground.
Vastoth slowed his speed, his cautious nature taking hold. "Whatever this is, it's not ordinary," he thought. "Could it be another primordial? Or Maybe a powerful treasure?"
He then pressed forward after minutes of contemplating whether to explore or not, and finally, his curiosity won.
The feeling grew sharper, and the faint ripples he was perceiving transformed into visible distortions.
Space seemed to twist and fold, revealing glimpses of something hidden just beyond the veil. Vastoth's eyes gleamed with anticipation, he flew fast as he prepared to uncover the source of the mysterious sensation.
After a few minutes of flying, Vastoth arrived at the source of the sensation. What greeted him brought him to a sudden halt, his eyes widening in disbelief and his mouth gasped.
A colossal mountain appeared before him, its sheer size commanding awe, but it wasn't the mountain itself that made Vastoth gasp.
His sharp eyes locked onto something far more extraordinary, something that defied even his vast understanding of the Space law.
He moved closer to the base of the mountain as he walked with caution. His eyes narrowed and he saw chaotic phenomena unfolding around him.
The air here shimmered with an unnatural clarity, and the very fabric of space seemed alive, twisting and bending in impossible ways.
One must know that even for someone like Vastoth, who has the deepest mastery of space laws, it is nearly impossible to twist the space of the divine realm as easily as the space phenomenon in front of him. But here, it twisted and bent so easily.
Vastoth was utterly engrossed, his focus consumed by the mesmerizing distortion of space around him.
But his trance was abruptly broken when the ground beneath him trembled, fractures spreading outward with startling speed. Glowing fissures snaked across the surface like veins, each one pulsating with an ominous energy that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the surrounding space.
He observed the fissures, wanting to analyze their patterns, but an overwhelming sense of danger shocked him. His instincts flared, a primal warning urging him to move immediately.
He turned back sharply his face pale with terror. Behind him, he saw large shards of fragmented space rushing towards him, resembling broken mirrors.
They reflected warped images of the surroundings, but some showed glimpses of distant stars, while others showed images of terrifying remote voids.
Vastoth darted through the shards in hurried, fluid motions, his body weaving expertly to avoid the deadly fragments. Yet, despite his efforts, a small shard grazed his outstretched hand.
For a brief moment, he felt nothing, but then, as if the shard had passed through butter, his finger was severed cleanly. The missing piece vanished into the void, swallowed by the shard's fractured surface.
He landed abruptly, his breathing heavy. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, though he hadn't yet noticed the missing finger. It wasn't until he sat down to examine himself that he realized that his finger was gone.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and a shiver ran down his spine. Fear gripped him tightly, but alongside the terror, a strange thrill coursed through his veins. His lips curled into an uneasy smile as the tension in his chest shifted to something almost exhilarating.
"Imagine…" he muttered to himself, his gaze lifting to the peak of the mountain. The powerful monolith stood there, its form indistinct but apparent. "Imagine what I could uncover if I fully explored this place… or if I reached the top."
His eyes gleamed with equal parts of dread and ambition, the flickering glow of the fissures reflecting in his gaze. Whatever lay ahead, Vastoth knew he couldn't turn back currently.
From here on he moved with measured caution, each step deliberate as he approached the base of the towering mountain.
The air around him shimmered with increasing intensity, and the ground beneath his feet seemed alive, pulsating with spatial energy.
With every step toward the mountain, the phenomena grew more unpredictable, fractures that twisted light, swirling vortexes of banishment, and ripples in space that made the terrain appear both near and distant simultaneously.
He paused briefly, his eyes scanning his surroundings, analyzing each distortion. His instincts screamed at him to remain alert all the time. "The deeper I go, the more dangerous it becomes," he thought to himself.
Vastoth's eyes lifted toward the peak of the mountain. The faint outline of the monolith became slightly clearer now, its glowing patterns flickering faintly through the distortion.
With a determined look, he slowly ascended, his body lifting into the air as he floated upward. He constantly kept his movements deliberate, scanning for anomalies that could trap or hurt him.
Each mile upward brought new challenges,
waves of fractured space curled outward like tidal forces, and jagged shards floated unpredictably, their sharp edges gleaming like cosmic knives.
But Vastoth pressed forward, his focus unbroken, driven by the desire to uncover what lay at the peak.
After hours of relentless flight, Vastoth finally reached the mountain's peak, here the air was heavy with powerful chaotic energy that made him feel like moving was a hurdle.
The abundance of spatial phenomenons was overwhelming, Each step forward was calculated risk, if he moved even slightly to the left he would be greeted by jagged shards of fragmented space, and to the right, swirling space storms manifest tearing and twisting space.
These phenomena appeared without warning, their randomness adding to the treacherousness of the journey.
Vastoth stopped briefly closing his eyes as he activated his consciousness fully. He expanded it outward to scan for any shifts in the spatial currents.
His heightened awareness allowed him to anticipate where the next anomaly might arise, but even then, the unpredictable nature of the environment kept him on edge.
Slowly and methodically, he began moving towards the monolith. Each step was calculated, his body was tense but controlled as he weaved through the chaotic spatial phenomena around him.
The towering monolith loomed closer, its glowing patterns clearer now, radiating a strange harmony amidst the surrounding chaos.
As Vastoth neared the monolith, the chaotic spatial phenomena that had plagued his journey suddenly stopped.
The once-turbulent environment gave way to an eerie stillness. The area surrounding the monolith was untouched, and serene, as though it existed in a separate reality entirely.
The sharp shards, swirling storms, and bending distortions were nowhere to be seen.
Relieved, Vastoth allowed himself to relax for some time. The oppressive tension in his chest eased as he cautiously approached the monolith.
However, when the distance between him and the towering structure narrowed to about 10,000 kilometers, something unusual happened.
No matter how much he moved forward he couldn't take a step forward, it felt as though he was being pushed back.
It wasn't a physical force since his surroundings remained unchanged, but the space between him and the monolith seemed to stretch infinitely, defying his every step forward.
He paused, frustration flickering across his face. He then sat down on the reflective ground. His eyes set on the monolith, as they glowed faintly with curiosity and determination.
For minutes, he contemplated the strange phenomenon, analyzing the monolith and the forces at play.
Finally, after minutes, he arrived at a conjecture: The space surrounding the monolith is infinitely stretching, creating the illusion of distance.
As if reacting to his thoughts, a single line on the monolith's surface lit up, its glow cutting through the tranquil air. The rest of the line remained dim, except for a faint glimmer near the bottom. Vastoth studied it carefully, his mind racing.
"This must be tied to mastery," he murmured, his gaze sharp. "The more one understands the laws of space, the more the line lights up. Perhaps… it reflects my own progress."
Curiosity driving him, he extended his consciousness toward the monolith. What he discovered left him stunned.
The spatial laws surrounding it were unbelievably clear and simple, so much so that even someone with no prior knowledge of space would quickly become adept.
A rare smile crossed Vastoth's face, his excitement barely contained. "A place where space reveals itself so freely," he muttered. "This… this is a treasure beyond comprehension."
His earlier frustration was replaced with a sense of exhilaration as he considered the monolith not as just a challenge, but an opportunity, a gateway to perfecting the mastery of space Law itself.
The infinite stretch of space now felt less like a barrier and more like an invitation.