The Emerging Of Portal in Radiant World
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Chapter 2:The Emerging Of Portal in Radiant World
The atmosphere inside the Hall of Luminance was usually as still as a frozen lake, but today, the air felt like it was being squeezed by invisible hands. High atop the crystalline spires of the Radiant World, Chief Guru Viscar stood before a gathering of sixty initiates.
These students, dressed in robes of spun silver, leaned forward, their eyes wide as Viscar spoke of things that shouldn't exist.
"You have been raised to believe our light is the only light," Viscar began, his voice resonating against the diamond-slick walls. "But beyond the veil of our perception lies the Wild World. A place of jagged stone and raw, untamed energy. There, they wield a force called Potesto."
A murmur rippled through the students.
"We, the Gurus, have felt its hum for centuries," Viscar continued, his fingers tracing ancient runes carved into his mahogany staff. "We know of their Gurus, just as they know of us. But while the people of the Wild World breathe Potesto like air—using it to forge steel and command the elements—we in the Radiant World are merely observers. We see the spark, but we cannot catch the flame."
Suddenly, the floor gropped.
It wasn't a subtle shift. The massive crystal foundations of the temple shrieked. A jagged c***k raced across the floor, darting between the feet of the terrified students.
"Master!" one student screamed, lunging for a handhold as the world tilted.
Viscar’s eyes went wide. His internal compass, tuned to the harmony of the Radiant World, began to spin wildly. He felt a surge of energy so alien, so potent, that it made his teeth ache. This wasn't Potesto. This was a birth-cry of the universe itself.
"Stay back!" Viscar bellowed, his voice cracking like a whip. He slammed his staff down, and a shimmering dome of amber light erupted from the wood, enveloping the students. "To the Safe Zone! Move!"
The students scrambled, their boots clattering on the vibrating glass. Outside the hall, the sky—usually a soft, perpetual violet—bruised into a deep, angry charcoal.
The Hour of Chaos
For one full hour, the Radiant World was unmade. Mountains of floating quartz ground against one another, sending showers of sparks that looked like falling stars. The great waterfalls of liquid light reversed their flow, defying gravity as they sprayed upward into the darkening clouds.
Viscar stood at the edge of the amber dome, his muscles straining as he held the barrier against the psychic pressure. Three other Gurus—Liora, Kael, and Miram—rushed to his side, their faces pale.
"Viscar, what is this?" Guru Liora gasped, her hands trembling as she added her strength to the shield. "The Wild World... has it fallen? Is this their end reaching out to touch us?"
"No," Viscar grunted, sweat beading on his brow. "This isn't death. It’s a beginning. A child was just born in the heart of our Field. A boy named Eve."
"A single birth caused this?" Guru Kael shouted over the roar of the wind.
Viscar looked at them, his gaze piercing. "It is not just him. The balance has shifted. To anchor a soul like Eve’s in the Radiant World, the universe must have balanced the scales. At this very moment, in the Wild World, two children have been born. A trinity. Two of the Wild, one of the Light."
As the words left his lips, the clock struck the end of the hour. The tremors subsided into a low, rhythmic thrum. The silence that followed was heavier than the noise.
The Eye of the Storm
The Gurus stepped out from the temple onto the Great Balcony. Below them, the Radiant Field was in shambles, but their eyes weren't on the damage.
Directly in front of the Field, the space began to warp.
It started as a pinprick of violet light, then tore open like a wound in the fabric of reality. A massive energy vortex spiraled into existence, churning with colors that didn't belong to their world—deep crimsons, muddy browns, and electric golds.
The wind from the vortex howled, tugging at Viscar’s robes, trying to pull him into the maw of the swirling chaos.
"Is it a portal?" Miram whispered, her voice full of dread.
Viscar staggered back, his staff clutching at the floor for stability. He watched as the center of the vortex stabilized into a dark, pulsing iris. He could see flickers of the other side—a world of red dust and towering stone pillars.
"This is not just a portal," Viscar said, his heart hammering against his ribs. "This is the Anyakigraha gate. The barrier between our ignorance and their war has just been dissolved."
From the depths of the vortex, a low, metallic clank echoed—the sound of something ancient and armored stepping closer to the threshold.
"Prepare the initiates," Viscar ordered, his voice turning to cold iron. "The child Eve is the key, but the lock has just been smashed open. The Wild World is no longer a myth. It is our neighbor... and it is coming for us."
To be continued......
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