Knights.

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Upon arriving on the other side, Ivan gazed at yet another [Dome] enveloping a big enough area to hold everybody back in the [Dome] on the other side.

'It feels as if it is shielding the insides from something.....' Ivan concluded.

And,

'It's faster.' Ivan muttered. The [Time] of the world he stepped into was faster, 1:14 if compared.

'According to Sir Keith, "Rot" began a month ago, then has 14 months passed here?' Ivan pondered.

"Your Majesty, somebody is approaching this encirclement from the outside." Nu reported.

"....." Ivan simply gazed at the [Dome] without much concern visible on his face.

And,

TUG-!

"?" Ivan's head tilted to the side, slightly, even he felt a tug on his bandaged left arm. It was, of course, Zilla, who wanted to whine to call upon Ivan, but decided against it, and as his gaze landed on her, she signalled questioningly as she asked if she could kill everybody outside the [Dome].

Ivan was thankful that he created a new sign language according to the [Demonic Language] he knew, if not, somebody else could have understood what she was asking for and they, Ivan and his companions, would have had to live while hiding for the rest their lives, or annihilate every witness.

'Killing humans is off the list for now.' Ivan had determined himself already, so he told his thoughts to her in sign language, instead of speaking because if [Demons] existed in this world, somebody might have learnt [Demonic Language].

Soon, everybody from the other side stood behind Ivan, as Keith walked next to him, arrogantly.

"This arrog..." Nu halted, right before she lashed out at Keith, because of a small gesture of Ivan, who wanted her to stop.

"Erase your ambience." Ivan commanded and the strong presence of the two women around him ceased to exist.

The people outside the dome could see those on the inside, while those inside couldn't, as the dome would cloud their vision and with the measly levels they could have gained on the [Second World Of Aerith] won't ever be enough for them to be able to peer through the dome which those on the outside were confident in being able to.

There were more than 50 armoured up knights outside with a single [Mage] with them, the one on the front had a [Title] above his head that read [Commander Of The Silver Knights Order] which those inside the dome or those weaker than him couldn't see. He had grey hair with sharp dark brown eyes, while a sword scar vertically marred his left forehead, above his left eye, traced down till his left jawline. He was a 6'3 tall man, with a rough, fierce facial features, whose mere sight could scare a kid.

His name was Velor, Sir Velor. He had adorned himself in his black skin-tight armoured, full-sleeved t-shirt, with a similar coloured right shoulder armour, and glossy black armoured set that included tasset, cuisse, poleyn, fan-plate, greave, and sabaton, atop a black skin-tight armoured pants, while a sheathed, double edged sword hung next to his waist, enabling him to conveniently unsheathe his sword with his dominant right arm. Those armour parts that adorned his well-built muscular body would have been merely a flashy, stylish armour set from a fantasy novel if not for the small and thin cerulean blue tubes at the edges, ends, and a few parts visible underneath the armour cuts that displayed a certain extent of advanced tech. Though his armour seemed to have advanced tech involved, the same couldn't be said for the dull overshadowed double edged sword that hung next to his waist.

He gazed around the crowd within the dome; he too had naturally heard of the revelation read by the saintess. Since, the Gate only opened in a certain location and the birth of a new [God] was expected to be on the [Second World Of Aerith], nearly everybody back on the [Third World Of Aerith] was expecting to see the new God walking out of the final Gate.

'Dammit, I can't believe that I was forced to come here to the [First World Of Aerith] to receive another one of those arrogant Gods!!! And they said the newer one was the strongest! Goddammit!!!' Velor grumbled inwardly.

Yes, the "certain location" the Gate would open up was on the [First World Of Aerith], not on the main world, which was the [Third World Of Aerith].

The magic power here on the [First World Of Aerith] was harsh, but not as harsh as the magic power on the [Third World Of Aerith], the dome created around the Gate was to help the survivors of the [Second World Of Aerith] adjust to the harshness of the magic power, which was much denser than the sparse amount of magic power on a new "monster" planet, the [Second World Of Aerith].

Due to the magic power being so harsh on the magic wielders, [Aura] users dominated the [Magic Power] users in numbers, but when compared to the strength of these opposing groups, [Magic Power] users were stronger since they wielded reality defying spells, even though the [Aura] users used techniques that cut through the reality.

[Aura] was said to be the harshest fragments of [Mana] or [The Origin], but the condition to enable [Aura] [Accumulation] in the [Power Core] in the human body was to push one's body to the limits, which widens the [Aura Veins] allowing the [Aura] to seep into the body and strengthen it before being stored in the [Power Core], a method which was much easier than the excruciatingly painful methods of accumulating [Magic Power].

Due to [Magic Power] being harsher and denser in nature, the [Accumulation] process required a stronger [Will Power] which could "potentially" help them to ease the excruciatingly painful process of the [Accumulation], there are too many uncommon cases where the [Magic Veins] imploded due to the dense [Magic Power], but the wonton ones that survived became unbelievably stronger, while those who hesitated and tried to use the [System]'s help to increase their [Magic Points] stagnated and lagged behind every other [Magic Power] user.

Of course, even with such being the case, using and wielding [Aura] and [Magic Power] without external help was nigh-impossible, and the "external help" was where the [Mana Crystals] came into play, these [Mana Crystals] were used as [Catalysts] to employ [Aura] or [Magic Power].

The [Aura] wielders had a [Mana Crystal] imbedded on to the hilts or the grip guards of their weapons, while [Magic Power] wielders used [Mana Crystal] embedded wands.

The ratio of the [Aura] users and the [Magic Power] users were 1000:1 respectively. There only existed four [Magic Power] users even among the 13 Gods, a Saintess, a Healer, a Mage, and a Necromancer, as the rest wielded [Aura].

Aura users and magic power users felt that the other was distasteful and rouge-like, while their own ways were elegant, dignified, and graceful. Hence, both sides hated each other even though they are cooperative with each other most of the time.

"Haaaa..... Alright, lower the dome, let them suffer for a split second so that they actually listen to our words instead of acting drunk on their measly strengths." Velor said after a sigh.

"Is it really necessary? I don't see them creating an uproar." The magic power wielder among the knights expressed his thoughts.

"..." Velor gazed at him from the corner of his eyes for a moment before walking towards him.

"Listen here, you piece of shit. You, listen to what I, a [2nd year Graduate] of the [Worlds Academy], say. I don't care about your opinion even in the slightest bit, so stick your mana crystal adorned wand up your ass and do as you're told." Velor ordered, glaring down at the slightly tremor dyed eyes of a magic power wielder, who was still a [Cadet] of the [Worlds Academy].

'Fucking weakling.....' Velor cursed inwardly as he turned to gaze at those inside the dome which had lowered ever-so-slightly.

The harsh rush of [Magic Power] invaded the dome, forcing everybody on to their knees due to the absurd density descending upon them,

Yet,

"!!!!" Velor shuddered as he took a step back without even realising, because of the four ominous gazes glaring at him and those behind him. The two pairs of gazes belonged to four figures that stood still as if unbothered by the pressure that forced the rest of the crowd onto their knees.

Amidst of those four,

A ominous green glimmering gaze of an unidentified silhouette was strangely intimidating, that nearly forced Velor onto his knees.

While it was "nearly" in Velor's case, those, the weak willed, behind him were literally kneeling, as if revering a Celestial Being.