Just as Masa Ed said the last word, it began: first, it was a tremor accompanied by a low vibrational thrumming of strings.

  What's going on. Masa Ed look left and right, trying to make sense of what is going on around him. However, in the next moment, he quickly braced himself, denying a fall that was due to the land quaking violently—seeming to shift and turn underneath where he is footed.

  "Well, it can't be helped," the man muttered

  He attracted the attention of Masa Ed who is still struggling to keep his footing on the quaking ground that might break apart or sink.

  Masa Ed looked at the man. At the fact the man—his double—is floating, standing midair as if on ground, he frowned. However, in the next instant, his attention was taken by a brilliant pastel gold light that originates from the ground, surrounding them like a wall, keeping them at its sacred center it dare not trespass, looking otherworldly whenever raindrops disappears into it.

  "It does not matter. You planted the wrong one anyways. Hahahahahahaha...." The man broke into a fit of laughter, attracting his attention.

  "???"

  He frowned.

  The eyes of the man laughing uproariously has turned pitch-black and his irises have transformed into red slits like that of a snake. Not all, his face that its skin has turned pitch-black with scaly patterns was slowly morphing, looking like that of a venomous snake.

  All of a sudden, the man stopped laughing. He turned to him and set his venomous gaze on his fearlessly analyzing ones.

  Licking his lips with his long forked tongue like that of a snake, he grinned.

  "Remember, its all mine I will be back to claim it all. Hahahahahaha....."

  Leaving his farewell message, the man caught fire—a pitch black smoky one. Starting from his toes to his eerie snake face, he dissipated gradually into thin air, seeming like the black smoky flame that dissipated alongside him was responsible.

  As the whole supernatural drama that seemed second rate ended, Masa Ed chuckled before he fell into contemplation, thinking and rationalizing the entirety of the event so far.

  Mid thought, a visual change in the wall of light encircling him caught his attention; so looking at it, he found it replaced by a vibrant and pulsating glow of the dark brown soil, which in a pattern extends as far as he can see, looking like someone drew a mystical diagram of light on the wet soil.

  Its like that circle diagram. He deduced; he was able to match the little details of the diagram he can see to the one at the chamber.

  Curious, he starts looking around at the pulsating glowing diagram, studying it. For a better observation, he left where he is and in a random direction, he starts walking, looking here and there, ignoring the rain that is gradually losing momentum.

  He paused in front of the innermost circle of the diagram, the pulsating glow of light that replaced the enclosing wall of light that is, his gaze set on it, bringing into focus, the glowing sand particles of the wet soil.

  Curious, he crouched down. He scooped a handful of pulsating glowing soil that stopped glowing the moment it was separated from the ground, moved closer to him.

  "I guess it is about the vector," he muttered, deducing. "Lets see."

  As he moved his hand holding the scooped soil towards the space above the glowing soil of the wet ground, it started thrumming and glowing with pulsating intensity, making him smile for having proven his theory right.

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  "Its the vector." He muttered after which he threw away the soil and got to his feet, pocketing his hands—both the dirt stained one and the clean one—before he tilted his head, looking at the dramatically twinkling white stars in the far dark sky, blinking his eyes to avoid the raindrops of the rain that has turned into a light drizzle.

  "???" Suddenly, he frowned mid stargazing.

  How can I see the stars when its raining? He felt confused. Seeking an answer, he switch to subconscious thinking, forgoing his anchor to the tree realm—the place where he stands, the place where he just planted a seed.

  "Rasa, rasa, rasa, rasa."

  He heard a familiar voice calling from the void. Like he was yanked, he felt he entered a mysterious void where he expanded in a moment and become a cosmos.

  "Rasa."

  He heard the familiar voice again; however, because it is clearer and more closer this time, it became an anchor that re-established his consciousness with the chamber where his physical shell persists. And as he willed open his physical eyes, he saw a familiar cosmos of green flecks inside a spherical ball swimming in a clear pool of water—Lady Jasmine eyes he concluded it to be a moment later.

  He smiled. However in the next moment, it appeared to him the torches illuminating the chamber went off, plunging the whole place into darkness, but as he was about to inquire verbally, an haunting scream escaped his lips, and as quickly as he can, he held both his eyes that felt like they were undergoing thousands of different kinds of torture simultaneously; as he felt them being stabbed, he felt them being pin pricked, as he felt them being boiled, he felt them being poked, as he felt them being crushed, he felt them being hammered, as he felt them being dug out violently, he felt them being seared; basically, he felt at once, all the pain he knows originates from his eyes, that his hands had to be held to prevent them from gouging out the damned eyes for a relief.

  After an unknown amount of time of torture that involves only his eyes, Masa Ed happily lost consciousness amidst the vocal noise surrounding him and the several clatters of steps that faded into the darkness.

  ***

  In the ancient land where white flame was born.

  Like a fish jumping our of water, White flame emerged from the clear immemorial pool and not stopping there, he flew straight to the top of the transparent giant ball submerged one third inside of it.

  Reaching the top, white flame sat on top of the giant ball, and right away, he lowered his head, focusing his flaming eyes that holds a golden ring on what lays inside the sphere—a planar world far under a body of clear and transparent water stuck to the upper surface of the ball at its inside, the entire setup looking like a fishbowl that holds water but is upside down without the water falling, and the inside face of its lid, translating to the surface of the planar world, matching the level of the immemorial water surrounding it outside.

  "Ooh!" The golden ring of White flame eyes expand in surprise after having seen a large inhabitant of the planar world collapse in front of a far smaller one.

  In a quest for more information, the ring of his eyes rotated clockwise, bringing into focus the scene by zooming on it; and in the more detailed view, he made out a cloaked creature standing midair above another one, a giant centaur from mythical stories, looking lying dead on the ground.

  "???"

  For more information on the cloaked figure that seems to just claimed victory over the dead colossus of a creature—the centaur—the golden ring in White flame eyes spun anticlockwise, revealing the Earth chain that held the cloaked creature to the earth, which is strangely thicker than the one holding the dead centaur to the earth, proving the thickness of the chains of gravity is independent of size but it's a factor of something else.

  As the cloaked creature that seemed to have two arms dragged the male centaur creature behind it by its tail tip, leaving the scene, White flame shifted his aerial visual focus to something else, something not far away, something in a grassland interspersed with giant trees; specifically, his gaze focused on two creatures like the dead centaur facing each other, moving there mouths, an action foreign to White flame, thus the reason for his confusion and bewilderment.

  "???...!"

  Curious, the golden ring of White flame eyes spun anticlockwise more than before, revealing a new kind of chain that connects the two feminine centaur together and one more of its kind that originates from the younger female centaur that White flame traced to coincidentally connects with the centaur being dragged across a rocky plain by the cloaked creature.

  "Hmm..." Confused as to what the chain symbolise, White flame tilted his head to the side a bit, waiting to be told as in the case of the Earth chain. And after a short while, it came.

  "The chain of Origin. Origin is the source of life sequence."

  The ancient voice explained; however, in the next instant, White flame was again yanked and pulled down from the top of the transparent ball into the immemorial water by a chain that extends from him, extending into the pool, returning him to where he came from.