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Chapter 313: Touring

Lyerin's decision to leave the chaos behind was deliberate.

The battle he had just witnessed—so raw, so unfathomably destructive—reminded him of the immense dangers this world posed, even for someone of his power.

He turned his back on the devastated forest and began his journey, retracing his steps toward the statues his temporary tribe had constructed under his strict command.

As he moved, his mind raced, calculating the possibilities and dangers while his sharp eyes scanned every inch of the mysterious land around him.

The first stop on Lyerin's journey was a narrow canyon, its walls made of jagged black stone that shimmered faintly under the dim light filtering through the perpetually clouded sky.

Each step he took echoed off the walls, creating a dissonant melody that seemed almost alive.

Strange vines grew out of the cracks in the obsidian rock, their surfaces covered in translucent beads of glowing liquid.

As he walked, he spotted mana beasts lurking in the shadows.

These creatures resembled oversized lizards, their bodies covered in sleek, reflective scales that refracted light like prisms.

Their eyes glowed an eerie green, and every time one of them hissed, a faint cloud of glowing mist escaped their throats.

They didn't attack him, though their predatory gazes tracked his every movement.

Lyerin ignored them. "A waste of energy," he muttered under his breath as he continued forward.

After hours of travel, Lyerin emerged into a vast plain covered in grass so blue it resembled an endless ocean of sapphires.

The grass sparkled as if embedded with tiny crystals, each blade glowing faintly in rhythm with an unseen pulse.

Here, the mana beasts were more elusive, but not invisible. In the distance, Lyerin could see large, deer-like creatures with massive, spiraling antlers.

Their fur was a deep midnight blue, blending seamlessly with the shimmering grass.

Occasionally, they would rear up on their hind legs, letting out melodic cries that echoed across the plains.

At one point, a group of the deer bounded past him, their movements so graceful they seemed to glide rather than run. Lyerin simply observed them, his expression unreadable.

"Magnificent… but harmless," he murmured, continuing his trek.

The woods were unlike anything Lyerin had seen before.

Each tree seemed to shift and move slightly, their branches twisting and turning as though alive.

The leaves were translucent and emitted a faint, warm glow, bathing the forest floor in a soft light.

Mana beasts here were smaller but more numerous.

Strange insect-like creatures with elongated bodies and shimmering wings flitted about, their hums forming an almost hypnotic harmony.

On the ground, small, rodent-like beasts with glowing tails scurried between the roots, occasionally stopping to sniff the air.

Lyerin found this place unsettling.

The shifting trees made it impossible to tell if he was being watched or if the movement was random. He quickened his pace, eager to leave the forest behind.

The swamp was both beautiful and eerie. Pools of glowing water dotted the landscape, their surfaces reflecting the starlit sky above.

Luminous fungi sprouted from the wet ground, their caps pulsating with light in a slow, rhythmic pattern.

The mana beasts here were amphibious. Lyerin saw frog-like creatures the size of wolves, their skin a patchwork of glowing patterns.

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They croaked in deep, resonant tones that made the ground vibrate slightly. In the distance, he spotted a massive serpent-like creature slithering through the water, its translucent body revealing the faint glow of its internal organs.

Despite the haunting beauty of the swamp, Lyerin felt no urge to linger.

The damp air clung to his skin, and the constant croaking made him uneasy.

The cliffs rose high into the sky, their surfaces made of jagged crystals that refracted the sunlight into a kaleidoscope of colors.

The air here was crisp and cold, and the sound of the wind whistling through the crystal formations was both soothing and haunting.

High above, massive bird-like mana beasts soared.

Their wings shimmered like glass, catching the light and scattering it into dazzling patterns.

Occasionally, one of the birds would let out a piercing cry that echoed across the cliffs, its sound resonating deep in Lyerin's chest.

He paused briefly to take in the view. The sheer beauty of the cliffs was almost enough to make him forget the dangers of the world he now inhabited.

"Almost," he muttered, turning away and resuming his journey.

The fields were a fiery expanse, the ground covered in glowing red moss that radiated warmth. Sporadic bursts of flame erupted from the ground, their heat intense enough to scorch the air.

Mana beasts here were fire-based. Lyerin saw lizard-like creatures with flames licking at their scales, as well as small, fox-like beasts that seemed to be made entirely of fire.

One particularly large creature, a massive boar with glowing red tusks, snorted aggressively as Lyerin passed by but made no move to attack.

Despite the heat, Lyerin pressed on. The Ember Fields were harsh but not particularly dangerous, and he had no time to waste.

This area consisted of dozens of floating islands, each connected by shimmering bridges of light.

The islands themselves were covered in lush vegetation, with waterfalls cascading off their edges and disappearing into the void below.

Flying mana beasts ruled here.

Lyerin saw creatures resembling dragons, their bodies sleek and their wings wide enough to block out the sun.

Smaller, bird-like creatures darted between the islands, their feathers sparkling like gemstones.

Crossing the bridges was treacherous, as the shimmering paths occasionally flickered and shifted.

Lyerin moved carefully, his senses on high alert as he navigated the archipelago.

The final stop on Lyerin's journey was a massive crater, its depths shrouded in darkness. Strange, glowing orbs floated in the air, their movements erratic and unpredictable.

The mana beasts here were the most alien he had encountered.

Their forms were twisted and unnatural, with multiple limbs and glowing eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness.

Despite their intimidating appearance, they paid him little mind, their attention focused on the glowing orbs.

Lyerin stood at the edge of the crater, gazing down into the abyss. "So much power... and yet, so much chaos," he muttered before turning away.

The journey had been long and arduous, but Lyerin felt a sense of accomplishment as he made his way back to the statues.

Each location had revealed new mysteries and dangers, but he had ignored them all, his focus unwavering.

"This world is vast and untamed," he thought. "But it will serve its purpose."