Continents of Eldier

'Some would say the means to communicate with someone is the true essence of a human's desire, as to be able to convey one's feelings and to be understood is freedom itself. Well, how can I tell this inbreed maggot of a bastard that I want to throw him into a pit of boiling oil and fry him to a crisp while healing him each time that he is about to die and do it all over again?'

Arkan was looking at Draka furiously again as he saw that the injection that was the symbol of torture for him in Eldeir had a now greener liquid in it.

Draka saw this and just smiled like he was Frankenstein in the flesh, well only a much, much more handsome Frankenstein. This was all in Arkan's mind of course.

Draka just injected him and watched as the process of expelling the poison was much slower again and took some notes down.

He had made custom earplugs for the inhuman cry Arkan always let out while for the first time in his life, he had come up with a way to manipulate his respiratory system to shut down for some time in order for him not to faint from the nuclear dump Arkan always lift in his underwear each time he injected him.

This made him have a new technique he never thought he would need.

Arkan had noticed in one of the occasions that he had not fallen asleep after their session that there was another door in the cave that went somewhere than outside which did not require Draka to open using his own blood. Draka would always come back with a drink that smelled like alcohol each time he went in.

The past days had not been boring and torturous for Arkan though as Draka had started telling him stories and minor information about the world that he now lived in.

If Draka knew that Arkan could understand him, Arkan was sure that he would start to also drill everything he knew into him his baby's brain.

Weeks passed as the Queen's rampage continued. She went city to city, town to town, village to village, and some forests but did not go over the border.

As her rampage continued, it triggered beast tides as those beasts who owned a territory but were still not bright enough to recognize how powerful the person who was coursing those mana fluctuations thought it was a challenge to them.

Everywhere in the kingdom, you could see Dregeriens smile, from men to women and every child over nine years old. Each one could not let this opportunity go.

It was not them that made them search for such a dangerous event, a beast tide which was made possible by the hundreds and sometimes thousands of beasts and monsters that would go on a frenzy and also help them to evolve, but it was their bloodline, their Dregerien bloodline.

At the capital, even though they did not have the guard of the seer anymore, the city was almost abandoned as many lower ranking guild members from each section together with the citizens went out to meet the beast tide before it reached Draga. This pleasantly made it challenging for most of them.

In those weeks many died, but many also broke through to their next circle of power, making the kingdom even more deadly and powerful for those who would try to fight them in their territory.

Each Kingdom was paying close attention to this development with grim faces. Some wanted to involve those who have given up on the matters of kingdoms, politics, power struggles nor basic human instinct but where now searching for the true essence of their being, to be a Primordial, which were those who were at the 7th Circle of Power and 8th, also called True Saint Primals and Omnipotent Primals.

They knew that in order to archive anything if they invaded, they had to kill at least the king or queen.

They had powerful Primals that were at their levels themselves, even the Dragorian kingdom had ones who stayed in isolation throughout the kingdom, with some of them being in organizations but there where a small amount that would hold their own against the two royals as the two possessed unique abilities.

They already knew some of the queen's abilities as she had demonstrated when she needed to vent out her displeasure at times, but they still did not know any of the king's own abilities.

Knowing what the previous Dragonian kings before him who cultivated in the same cultivation technique passed down from king to king over the years possessed powerful destructive spells that were unique to each one of them, they could not approach him lightly.

Unfortunately for them, if they did not want to risk their top Primals in a war against the Dragonian kingdom, they had to wait for one of the two to reach True Saint level.

This would make them not take part in the battle as if they did, that kingdom's True Saint will also have to join the battle, and there were many kingdoms that had many such Primals, not to mention Omnipotent Primals.

This was one of the reasons a kingdom was not completely destroyed in wars unless they lost all their seventh and above circle Primals.

Unlike long ago when there were many Primordials, including the first king of the Dragonian kingdom and the True Dagon that had made the area reaching for thousands of kilometers its territory, in this day and age, there were only 5 who were known but those with power knew that there where more than that, but they were not that active.

As all of this was happening above them, a three-week-old Arkan was also learning about the world as though Draka would go out and come back with monster corpses then process them and take the materials to the room that Arkan had noticed not that long ago after he started telling him about Eldeir, he would do so every day.

While Draka did not know children's stories, he did know so much about the history of Eldeir and his own journey.

Unfortunately, those were not stories meant for a child as they were full of violence and betrayal and little love if any, but Arkan was loving them. In that short space of time, he had come to an understanding about Draka.

Through his stories, he had never heard him mansion a spell of his own when fighting monsters or humans, but it seemed that he was just incredibly strong as he always defeated them using close-quarter combat and with no weapons.

The only thing that he could not understand was that he had seen some of Draka's weapons on him when he came back from hunting.

'Is he different? Is that why we seem to be staying in a place that no one else visits?'

He asked himself and that was when he came to a realization.

'Are we still in that cursed-like place that bastard father of mine had thrown me in? Huh? If so, then who is this guy really?'

He asked himself as another day passed and then a month.

Through all of what Draka had mentioned to Arkan and reading books while pointing at each word together with pronouncing Eldein alphabets that looked like Greek but only similar in a few of the letters, Arkan now had some sort of understanding about Eldier.

First, after almost pooping his eyes out after Draka showed him a map of the world that he was now in, he knew that his mission was not going to be easy, well, he knew that even before he was born there.

Draka had said that they were in the central continent and that continent was huge. It was as if Africa and South America fused together with many other small islands not that far from each other and formed an archipelago.

The continent covered such a large area that its tail touched all the way to the South Pole and that too was a part of it.

The other shocking thing was that there were only three continents in this world.

Either than the Central continent, there was the Suna Continent that was just one big kingdom in itself just like Australia, and as big as it but shaped almost like a Q with the tail of it starching northwest but reaching only the open sea.

It was surrounded by water at all sides while being closer to the next unexpected continent than the Central Continent.

The third and last continent was called The Dark Continent and it was as big as Russia and China combined, it occupied a space that was more north than central and also contained the North Pole as its territory.

The frightening thing about this continent was that Draka had said that that was where demons lived. It had a barrier put around it by the combined power of the old Primordials.

He praised them for the ability to put up a barrier that was so unbreakable that it would take a miracle to take it down.

Draka had smiled at Arkan after seeing him focused so much on the map that he even told him why it was one of the most powerful spells that were on a godlike level.

"The barrier was put up by 9 Primordials while a 10th was sacrificed to fuel such a large spell that covered the boundary of the continent. Anyone who wanted and still wants to break it, needing to break a spell from each one of them as the barrier was folded 9 times as each spell entangled with all the others."

Draka had said, but he was not done.

"Each time any demon tries to break through the spell and fails, the spell they used also becomes folded into the other spells and it too becomes part of the barrier."

It was truly a barrier spell that was on another level. Arkan could tell that such a spell was equal to that of a demigod in some manga that he had read even though he was sure that Guardians were capable of much more.

He listened as Draka continued.

"But, even though with such measures, some demons, especially weaker ones manage to escape through cracks in space and come to the two continents and then after amassing power could even summon more powerful demons through ritual."

The thought of demons just did not sit well with Arkan as Draka continued.

"There are those who worship these demons but every kingdom, organizations whether neutral, Good, or Dark would kill these people as soon as they see them. Even a Demon who has just reached the circle of being a Primal can cause mass destruction to any kingdom or organization."

Draka said as he put the map down.

"One way of fighting another kingdom though is to give some of these people resources with the hopes that they could summon a demon that could destroy important cities or individuals which would allow you to invade while they deal with that summoned demon."

Arkan was sure that this would befall him as he might be in the center of such an event with how unfortunate he now knew he was and going to be as he got stronger.

"The only problem though is that Dragonia has Dragereins who just like how demons gain power by killing and eating the souls of people, we get stronger by challenging ourselves which is our bloodline. Other Kingdoms possess different Bloodline abilities too but what would be more challenging to a Dragerein than facing a demon? Knowing my people, they might just summon one just for the sake of fighting one."

Draka had said that day and Arkan could still remember the smile and pride in those words.

'Oizys, what kind of a kingdom did you make me be birthed into? Knowing this crazy guy, I am sure he will be making me fight crazy strong monsters as soon as I can walk.'

Arkan was now wishing he never grew up. The poison now seemed more appealing than the other prospects.

There was something that was still scratching at his brain though like his intuition was annoying him and pulling his thoughts to something else.

'Damn it! Some of the reincarnates are in the Dark Continent, is it?'

He could not finish his thought or feel sorry for himself after such realization as something even more pressing and shocking had happened.

Draka had come with a scroll after leaving him for a bit to his secret room. When he opened it and showed it to him, Arkan stared at it for some seconds and like he was high, well, if a child could be high, his eyes shot up and he wanted to grab the scroll with all his might.

"Oh, looks like you know how important this school is. To think that since I had nothing to do today because I was not going out I just decided to show it to you."

Draka said as he drank something that he would always get from that secret room.

What he did not know though was the fact that as soon as Arkan saw that scroll and saw what was written on it something happened to him.

He could not read what was written, but around his neck, one of the shackles that were holding back Oizys's power had loosened a bit and one symbol had disappeared.

Draka had counted them. Each shackle had 9 symbols in its dark circle and each one of them was different from one another even in the same dark circle.

Arkan had felt a sensation run through all over his body but nothing more. At that point, he knew that he had to not let Draka take the scroll away from him.

He knew that it was the key for him to be like many of these broken protagonists he hated and which he needed to be right now if he was going to survive and that was to start learning and somehow break through from a young age.

Draka smiled and finally told him the name of the scroll that he was holding.

"The Primal Language."

Draka said and Arkan cursed himself.

It was only fitting that the one thing that he had discovered that it would make him stronger Oizys had not given him any skill to just claim or understand it like how a System could claim or reward you it and an A.I could decipher.

'Come on Intuition! This is the time for you to shine.'

He screamed in his head which was more of a hope than anything.