The old man couldn’t sleep. He could tell that he won’t last tomorrow. He sighed… after all he was still afraid of death. But it was not only fear that he was feeling… it was also loneliness and sadness that he had to leave the boy behind.
But this was it. The pain on his head was slowly fading the same in his whole body. He was lying on his back as he was grasping his last breath he was already blind so he couldn’t see anything… this just multiplied the feeling of loneliness, a feeling that he didn’t want to die with.
With all his might he began muttering words but his voice won’t come out. ‘Simon,’ he thought. Forcing all the muscles in his body he tried to move, and finally, his right shoulders moved. It seemed that blood was still flowing there.
The two of them were just talking a few hours ago until the boy calmed down.
As the warmth of his body faded he could still feel warmth from his right arms. He began to use his hands to touch the warmth that he was feeling. Touching around it was hairy, warm, and fuzzy.
The boy was just beside him. ‘It was enough.’
~Jubaic - the Madman~
Jubaic didn’t sleep ever since he fell into the abyss, rather he couldn’t do it for he would see some faces that he didn’t want to see. So he remained awake ever trying to amuse himself with different ideas he loved to think about.
One of the craziest ideas was about escaping the abyss. He couldn't understand why the Guardians didn’t put a collar on Simon—it should have been automatic. When he was sent into the abyss, he felt magical shackles clamp around his neck. But for some mysterious reason, the boy didn’t have them.
A few of his conjectures were because of the curse that was gnawing at the boy. Not only that the curse was the one that kept him immortal, but it also shielded him from the automatic neck spell by the guardians.
But making the boy suffer while he was alive was quite brutal. The boy was a holy beast and by the eyes that he had, he was the reincarnation of the Holy Beast of the Snake.
The holy beasts had roamed the lands of Mirriam for as long as Jubaic could remember. The snake, a Holy Beast, was slain two or three decades before his time. It had lived in the Guran Great River and was defeated under the leadership of the first Mythical Hero of the Era.
The magic known as “Soul Divide,” was used to defeat the holy beast of the snake, it was devised by a man named Edgar Valence, a mage who far surpassed his peers and was truly ahead of his time. He was also the one who established the title of Hero of the Era.
The holy beasts were like the part of the natural order, a natural calamity. There were 3 confirmed records of them dying, 2 because of age while one which was the most recent was caused by humans. As if the world was playing with the humans, a holy beast would always reincarnate after a few hundred years.
Edgar Valence said that the Holy Beast did serve a purpose for the world they knew but he never had proof, the formulation of the Soul Divide was a direct order from the Emperor at that time.
Jubaic right now was watching Simon getting pummeled by Kaibot the half human half wolf.
The boy was getting better. The way Kaibot taught was through pain and experience. They had been doing their hand-to-hand combat nonstop and would only stop whenever the boy would empty his gas. During his recovery time, Diamelle would pester him for a story.
It was all nice and dandy for Jubaic, his plans were slowly getting formed. It was because of the boy and the negligence of the Guardians.
If he was not watching them he was doing some calculations. But make no mistake, he had already finished the plan for their escape, what he was planning now was different. A far more sinister than one could think but he will keep it to himself until the right time.
~Diamelle - Queen of Jumas~
A beautiful woman that came from the far ends of the planet. She said she was the queen of a kingdom there and was looking for diplomatic alliances.
She called her race as Jumas. She could use earth magic just by waving her hands.
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She still hasn’t revealed any information as to why she was sent to the Immortal’s Abyss but as per Jubaic's words, the Guardians would send enigmatic individuals to the abyss if they did have any pose to the endangerment of the lands.
Like the crazy demi-wolf who riled up the holy beast of the wolf so many times in the process of destroying some towns along the way.
How Simon viewed her was a warm person who loved hearing stories but to the other denizens, she was one of the most powerful denizens inside the abyss.
They respected her and feared her at the same time.
~Kaibot - Ambitious Half Wolf~
Kaibot’s exception was immediately shown when he was born among his litters. More than being bigger than the rest of his siblings, he was the most feral.
He began creating his own legends and his long list of legends included carving mountains, picking a fight with the infamous Red Monks, and then the most absurd, creating his own clan by impregnating hundreds of women in one night.
He was a beast. He didn’t have to learn how to use magic since his Magic Edge was akin to iron. He was feared and the women kind loved him though more on the side of hate.
He already owned land in the western part of the central continent and was even promoted to nobility because of his remarkable achievements. Though his fame brought him problems, including tricksters and madmen trying to take advantage of him, he truly loved his life. He was living a life every man envied, yet he still wasn’t satisfied.
On a day when the Holy Beast of the Wolf appeared in one of the dungeons. In his glory, he went there to fight against it and he had never been heard.
Jubaic told them once that Kaibot and he seemed to have something from their past. Jubaic was one of those who tried to trick him and he actually succeeded.
He made the Legendary Kaibot eat a special fruit that turned him into an immortal but turned him impotent.
When Jubaic landed in the abyss they fought for weeks, as part of their reunion.
~Masamune- Sword Spirit~
Another different race. He could summon different kinds of swords. The reason he was sent to the abyss was because he was a warmonger. A spirit that was looking for an endless battle.
Though he could control himself, there were times when he couldn’t and usually, he would look for a fight among the denizens of the immortals. Kaibot was one of them, he gladly fought against him in many occasion thus developing a rival-like relationship with him.
~Techniques~
Kaibot’s way of teaching was different. Unlike how the old man taught Simon, he was made to do a set of actions depending on what Kaibot would do to him.
As Kaibot’s feet broke a stone sword conjured by Diamelle, Kaibot kicked Simon flying away, “Your stance sucks! If you put your sword down then it will be harder to reciprocate and attack! What the hell!” and if Simon could compare the two, they were both sadistically mean and rough with their teaching style.
“I don’t understand… why do I need to memorize my actions, why do I have to change my stance?” Simon asked as he stood up. He held his torso, Kaibot’s kick may have forced his Magic Edge too close to his skin that he had almost lost control.
Kaibot scratched his head. “You are an idiot! I listened to your life story! You can’t think! You just have to experience everything before you even goddamn learn something!” the half-wolf was clearly mocking Simon.
“Try it!” Jubaic who was discussing something with Diamelle screamed.
Diamelle threw another stone sword in front of Simon.
Kaibot glared at the two of them, well he ought to try, they have all the time in the world “I think the old man trained you lazily, he allowed you to develop your own style in the most natural way,” in a surprise of Simon, Kaibot was talking with eloquence that was out of his looks.
“But rather he trained your strengths, your natural instincts, and your battle sense. That’s because you were probably born with it… but now, all of your abilities are suppressed by a curse… you are fucked!” he then pointed at the small metal tumbler that was in Simon’s pocket.
“You have a limited capacity to attack and losing your magic would probably result in the worse possible scenario you could imagine and you won’t be able to escape it because you can’t fucking die! That also means that you can’t take a hit, look, your goddamned skin is bleeding!-” Kaibot told this like he was not the one who caused it “-You are weak! So you will have to learn how to fight like the weakling that you are!” he was mocking Simon but the boy didn’t care at all
Then Kaibot raised his hands as if he was making a point. Jubaic and Diamelle were laughing at the scene “And humans, normal fucking humans would pick prevention first rather than experiencing something and countering it… this will be your mandate from now on!” from Simon’s stories, he only learned things really well from experiencing it, by all means, this was his strength but his natural abilities were completely diminished, far from what he had originally had.
“You keep your normal stance!” then Kaibot perfectly replicated Simon’s stance showing it to the boy. “But you will have to create a special one! Your normal stance will be the normal way of fighting while the special stance will be the mode in which you will base and create your techniques! You don’t even need that much! It will be a one-hat trick!” he then began making different kinds of stances.
“... I don’t understand,” Simon said and a punch landed on his face coming from Kaibot.
“You fucking wasted my tongue!!!!” and Kaibot screamed in frustration.
This triggered Jubaic’s and Diamelle’s laughter.
“Simon! He’s just saying that you don’t need to memorize too many moves! You just have to have some few techniques!” Jubaic said.
Kaibot glared at Jubaic but that was what Kaibot wanted to say.
Simon’s face was bleeding but he didn’t fall down. “I get it… a new technique.”
“The better the quality of your technique the more you don’t need more!” Jubaic added.
Simon nodded, finally understood it. He then took the stone sword that Diamelle threw close to him then crossed his arms just below his face, he stepped his forward foot like how he did when he was in his natural stance.
“Hmm… okay that’s original,” Kaibot commented as he saw the stance. “Let’s begin the trials!” and he launched an attack.