Into the Unknown
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Lennon Uranus stepped through the shimmering portal, his body engulfed by an array of swirling lights. As the vortex twisted around him, he could feel the distinct pull of dimensional energy, guiding him to the unknown plane. His heart—or rather, the powerful bio-core within his chest—pulsed steadily, adapting to the strange currents that rippled through the void.
The sensation was exhilarating, yet calming. Each step brought him closer to the other side, to a realm he would soon conquer. With one final stride, Lennon emerged from the portal and into a new world.
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*The Arcane Plane of Eryndor**
The air here was thick with magic, far richer than even the Magus World. Massive trees with crystalline leaves stretched into the sky, their branches glowing faintly with arcane light. Rivers of liquid mana carved through the landscape, their shimmering waters exuding raw, untamed power.
Lennon took a deep breath, his new body immediately adapting to the dense energy around him. The golden glow of his eyes intensified as he surveyed the alien environment.
"Fascinating," he muttered, sensing the pulse of ancient forces beneath the surface. This plane was not only alive with magic but seemed to hum with the echoes of countless civilizations that had risen and fallen here.
The robot's voice chimed in through his mental link. "<Master, the plane has been identified as Eryndor. It ranks a mid-tier in terms of arcane density but is notable for its relics from past epochs. Preliminary scans suggest high likelihood ancient magical artifacts and forgotten technologies.>"
Lennon's lips curled into a smile. "Artifacts and technology, you say? Perfect. This plane will serve as both a proving ground and a treasure trove."
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*The City of Skyreach**
Lennon's first destination was visible on the horizon: Skyreach, a massive city built atop a floating island, suspended in the air by powerful magical currents. It was a hub of trade, knowledge, and power, governed by a coalition of Magi who had long held dominion over this part of Eryndor.
As he approached the city, Lennon took note of the skyships that glided through the air, their sails infused with runes that caught the windless currents of magic. The city itself was a marvel—its towering spires carved from shimmering stone, etched with intricate glyphs that pulsed faintly in the twilight.
The guards at the city gates were second-circle Magi, their auras flaring in warning as Lennon drew near. They stepped forward, their staffs raised, blocking his path.
"Halt, traveler," one of them commanded. His voice was firm but not hostile. "State your name and purpose."
Lennon regarded them with a calm yet commanding gaze. "My name is Lennon Uranus," he said, his voice carrying an authority that made the guards stiffen. "I seek entry to Skyreach to explore its archives and its market. Step aside."
The guards exchanged uneasy glances. They could sense the immense power radiating from Lennon, far beyond their own. However, protocol demanded that they assess every entrant.
"We will need to confirm your identity and intentions," the guard replied, though his tone had softened considerably. "Please wait while we—"
Before he could finish, a sudden pulse of energy rippled through the air. The guards turned in alarm as a rift opened in the sky above Skyreach, dark tendrils of void energy spilling forth. From within the rift emerged a group of shadowy creatures, their forms shifting and writhing like living nightmares.
"Void beasts!" one of the guards shouted, raising his staff. "Defensive formations!"
The creatures descended upon the city, their shrieks piercing the air. Chaos erupted as Magi within Skyreach scrambled to repel the invaders. Spells lit up the sky, bursts of fire, ice, and lightning clashing against the dark entities.
Lennon's eyes narrowed. He had encountered void beasts before during his time in the wilderness of the Magus World. They were formidable creatures, often appearing when planes overlapped or destabilized. This was no ordinary attack; someone—or something—was deliberately targeting Skyreach.
"Stand aside," Lennon ordered the guards, his voice like thunder. "You're wasting time."
Without waiting for a response, he stepped forward, raising his hand. A golden sigil appeared in the air before him, pulsing with energy. With a simple gesture, he unleashed a wave of arcane force that tore through the nearest void beasts, disintegrating them instantly.
The guards stared in stunned silence as Lennon leaped into the air, propelled by his own magical power. He hovered above the city, his golden eyes scanning the battlefield. The rift in the sky remained open, more void beasts pouring through.
"Enough of this," Lennon growled. He extended both hands, drawing upon the full extent of his new body's power. Golden runes spiraled around him as he began to chant in the ancient language of the Auttis, a language that carried the weight of advanced knowledge and power.
"<Nullus Aeternum Oblivion!>"
A massive vortex of light erupted from his hands, engulfing the rift. The void beasts howled in agony as the energy tore them apart. The rift began to collapse under the pressure of Lennon's spell, its edges folding inward until, with a final burst of light, it vanished entirely.
Silence fell over Skyreach as the remaining void beasts were quickly dispatched by the city's defenders. Lennon descended slowly, his feet touching the ground with practiced ease. The guards and nearby onlookers gazed at him with a mixture of awe and fear.
One of the senior Magi, an elder with a flowing silver robe and a staff topped with a glowing crystal, approached. He bowed slightly, his expression respectful. "You saved Skyreach from certain destruction," the elder said. "We are in your debt, Magus Uranus."
Lennon inclined his head. "I had no interest in watching your city fall. I came here for knowledge, and now, I expect your cooperation."
The elder nodded. "Of course. Skyreach's archives and resources are at your disposal. You have proven yourself a friend of the city."
Lennon smiled faintly. "Good. Then let us waste no more time."
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### **A New Threat Emerges**
As the city began to recover from the attack, Lennon followed the elder into the central spire of Skyreach, where the grand archives were housed. However, as they ascended, the robot's voice echoed in his mind.
"<Master, analysis of the void rift suggests an unnatural origin. This was not a random occurrence. Someone is targeting you or this plane specifically.>"
Lennon's eyes darkened. "Let them come," he whispered. "Whoever they are, they'll learn that challenging me is a fatal mistake."
He tightened his grip on the arcane energy flowing within him. The void of the arcane had only just begun its conquest, and those who dared oppose it would soon taste the wrath of Lennon Uranus.
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**End of Chapter 5**