Lexicon of the Age's

Black kept explaining while Hetio charged for the hole Detro came from. He took a single step in and the entire thing collapsed. A spring-loaded block shot Hetio upwards, exploding with the force of a volcano, breaking through the floors of the dungeon until he flew out the top. The force pushed Black back for a second but even that was enough for Detro to jump out the same holes, following Hetio. Students from all the floors heard the loud banging and cracking as Hetio flew up the mountain and watched the floors break apart when he reached them. A gust of wind shortly followed, along with a rotting, old man covered in artifacts. Black then flew up with them in Zeeth's body, still glowing.

The tremor shook the weakened floors and collapsed the entrance to the mountain. Leaving the only opening a dangerous hole going straight up.

Outside, Dande just arrived in front of the Bolluma, watching five mages charging up a ball of molten magma from a circle on the ground, releasing it at its horn with a cannon. The magma stuck on it and dropped like a wet ball of chewed gum. The magma froze and fell, crumbling on the floor.

"Dande!" a man yelled, "the king has requested your assistance! Where have you been?"

"I came as fast as I could."

"Attack! It's already demolished three villages and it's headed for the main city!"

Dande inspected it from afar, trying to determine its weakness but nothing about it could be exploited. It was built like a potato, each part of it was thicker than Rah and moved with more force. She created an ice arrow from her ringless hand and threw it, propelling through the air until it hit its leg. The arrow exploded, trapping it in a solid ice chunk. The Bolluma turned an eye at it and then began crushing off pieces with its white, hardened mouth. Everytime it threw a piece aside, the ice exploded into more spikes, digging through the ground and trapping people in it.

She saw a path of giant ice spikes following the Bolluma, leaving a trail of dead and destroyed weapons in its wake. The Bolluma pulled its leg out of the ice, throwing the pieces everywhere, and created shoes of ice to slide about. Its black eyes glowed red, staring at the school. Magic continually hit it but the natural frost around it prevented most damages. Five mages stood around a circle, channeling magic by the request of the king, who had his hologram on the side yelling commands at them. The entire scene was a mess and the king shouted vague instructions, "use wind! Use wind and throw it away! Can you do that?"

A handsome, armored man jumped off a flying carpet and landed next to Dande. He bowed to the king, who smiled and yelled, "Mast is here! Have no fear!"

"Mast, kill this thing! Fix my kingdom!"

"Yes, my king. Well, Dande, it seems the two Royals are here."

"We are not royals," she growled, "just do what you came here to do."

"You took off five rings. Does that mean you're making room for mine?"

Her face turned stone cold. "No."

"Haha, alright. I'll ask again soon!" he yelled, propelling towards the Bolluma.

"Don't."

His flying carpet split into ten spears which he used to make one long one and stab the Bolluma. The spear just barely touched its skin when the frost condensed and froze the spear tip in place. He disconnected the frozen spear and continued pushing, while the Bolluma continued freezing him. Finally, on his last push, the tip cut into the skin but the frost blasted him aside. He jumped back up to cheer but he noticed that he only cut into the ice the Bulloma surrounded itself with.

"Damn!" he punched the ground, cracking it slightly, and pulled the other spears back.

In the mountain, when White saw the three fly past her, she jumped up with them, keeping her distance. "Black! There you are! Come, Bolluma!"

In the distance, the Bolluma heard her command and charged towards her, pushing past everything else and focusing only on her call. Mast proclaimed, "I didn't do much, not as much as I wanted. Did anyone else cut it yet? Anyone else injured it in any way? Am I the first one? Wow, I didn't expect that, you know, with all the people and especially Dande. Am I really the first? haha."

No one else spoke. The Bolluma charged past him, freezing his backside and locking his legs with the floor. Dande chuckled and raced after the Bolluma, whose frost didn't affect her, as the king yelled, "pull yourself up, Mast! Come on! Chase after it!"

"It's not that easy!"

"You can do it! It's easy!"

'Why don't you try this then, huh?!' he angrily thought. The spears vibrated, melting the ice off, and came to pick him free.

Detro turned around and flung something at Black, who turned into water and sped up even faster. He yelled back down, "I will come back to get you, Dirt!"

Beneath them, a cluster of students whispered, "the Unnatural was in our school? This is so cool!"

Dadan was being carried by a few of his friends who kept whispering, "dude, you fought Zeeth, the Unnatural! That's why you lost! He's killed Rah before and lived, there was no way to beat him, man. Man, I still can't believe we met him."

"Zeeth? No, that was Weld. That can't be him," he whispered dejectedly.

"No, it isn't. We can be his number two, become his closest friends, and ride with him."

"You want to be leeches? To the person, we just tried to trap and you even tried to spit on?"

"I'm sure he'll forgive us. He's so strong, why would he even care."

Detro ran towards the school, away from Hetio, who yelled, "don't go there!"

"Oh, hoho. Is your weakness here?"

"You have no idea what you're doing, Detro. You should know better."

"I've never actually seen you weak before. Maybe this is my chance?"

"No, it isn't."

In Hetio's Lexion, Zeeth began exploring the books floating everywhere. He had children's stories, war tactics, self-help books, even short pages. He suddenly remembered Nazure and the three books floated in front of him. He held one open and read about people who could change solid rocks into water and back, about people who could lift entire cities with nothing but wind, people who could wield fire like it was in any state of matter and they all lived on the clouds above. With a single tap of their foot, entire mountains would awaken into golems, or give statues life and individuality. Every single person the book introduced wielded powers beyond imagination, yet they treated the child with care.

He then thought about methods to strengthen himself and a wide collection of things appeared.

"Am I allowed to browse all of these?"

"So long as you contribute something else. And you already are."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a mechanical man and the moment you entered, my Lexicon was scanning every part of you to understand it all. This technology doesn't exist anywhere else. Where did you get it?"

"It's a-" he wanted to lie but he didn't see the harm. "From another world. I was sent here from my home planet, Earth."

'Look at that. Nothing happened to me. God is lacking.'

"What? Another world? You're an alien?"

"To this universe, yes. In my home planet, mana doesn't exist, magic is nothing but deceit and science explains everything. These parts come from science."

"Magic doesn't exist, huh? Well, that's true for this world as well."

"What? Yes, it does. How else do I use magic?"

"That's not what I mean. You still have plenty to learn. Magic used to be the same for you, a bunch of sleight of hand and distractions. But one day, a giant, a brand new species, danced in just the right way to pull on the world's forces, moving gravity and changing the pressure in the air to create miracles that came to be known as magic since they couldn't explain it. The creatures were simply so large that their simple movements could change the world.

In most cases, it didn't do anything, maybe shifted the ground a little at a time or lowered the gravity for a second, but when they connected those simple movements with each other, they produced water from air molecules or flames from the friction of particles. Later, they kept connecting the particles, which resulted in new particles that did brand new things. We call these mana particles, and the more we use, the more we make. We can breathe them, exhale them, use them, burn them, but the creatures twist them so much that we seemingly have an endless supply.

But due to the existence of these particles, which should really be called Miracle Molecules, technology doesn't develop to your level. Wars were waged with much simpler weapons since we could so so much more."

"And mana weapons."

"Yes, and those. But that was just the particles collecting in certain absorbing rocks."

"By the way, I've been meaning to ask but, why did you invite me in?"

"Because you have something that I want. And Wistiga's a good fellow. This favor from him could come in handy."

"But you didn't invite that many others, did you? Aren't you worried I might steal some of this? I mean, this all seems so precious and you don't know me that well."

"I decided to put my trust in you, that was my decision, it shows what kinda person I am. For you to destroy my trust, that is your choice and it shows what kind of person you are. Please, don't show me that you're untrustworthy."

"I won't, but how would you know if I or anyone ever did?"

Hetio hesitated for a moment and decided to tell him. "You see my scars? Every time someone betrays me, a new scar appears."

"Oh. The scars all over you make much more sense. I was wondering how someone like you got so many scars. How were you ever cursed with that?"

"Oh, it's not a curse in my eyes. It's a perk, a side effect from my weapon."

"What kinda weapon- do you… do you have a Colored Weapon?"

"Dang, how do you know about that?"

"You seemed relaxed about me knowing about them."

"Of course. It's classified but it's not like you can do much about it. Each weapon is bound to their owners and all of them are stored on the moon."

"You're just telling me everything."

"Yeah, if you really wanted, you can find everything I tell you just by thinking about it. This space is everything I know and you have full access to it. Most of it, anyway."

Outside, Detro bounced off walls, avoiding everything the two threw at him. 'Where is Dande? I come back after five decades and I can't even see her?'

He bounced off a corner, heading straight down a closed hallway. Hetio and Black attacked again but he bounced off a set of large, wooden doors, breaking them as he rebounded.

"Do not go in there," Hetio's clone said.

Detro cautiously backed away, holding a handful of electricity towards the many bookshelves, "Why? Is this where you really are?"

Zeeth asked, "is there any way to watch the outside world?"

Suddenly, an oval flew up to his face, showing him everything Hetio saw. "No!" floating Hetio tried to stop him but the image pulled up the moment he thought of it. "I gave you too much access."

"I doubt there's any way for you to limit it."

"There isn't. Just have to trust you. And maybe hold you hostage by threatening to tell the world about your robot arm."

From his perspective, he saw Hetio sitting against a window, watching several things going on at once. The Bolluma was charging after the school, followed by Dande and behind her, Mast. Much closer, Detro, Hetio, and Black were in a standoff at the library doors.

Detro hopped in, holding a book. "Don't get too close to anything, especially if they're as weak as books. They're just useless ties and weaknesses."

"First of all, books aren't weak. The information in page after page could save the world, maybe the universe. And two, yes, it is a weakness. But if it's destroyed, you will have nothing stopping me. At this distance from the gems, nothing can fix you."

"It sounds to me like you don't want this room destroyed. How about I-" electricity ran out his hands, burning three bookshelves and toppling the rest in a chain reaction.

From the rubble, a blur rushed out. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his head, channeling yellow circles through each finger, and crushed it.

Hetio, the real one, flung the body into the ceiling, angrily kicking him away when Detro fell. He walked past Black, towards Detro, growling. "I lied. There's one thing I like more than my books." his chest puffed out, tightening his skin. His arms grew larger and longer, adding joints one by one. His head was swallowed by his growing body, covering it in a layer of muscle. "It's killing."

The Bolluma flattened hundreds of acres of civilization and froze them. Cannons and mass weapons tried to stop it but nothing had any sort of effect and most attacks simply froze over before it could hit it. Dance, still following closely behind, had taken off all her rings and was trying to pull it back with ice chains bolted to the floor.

The king's hologram kept chasing them, yelling, "good job slowing it down, Mast! But why isn't the thing stopping?!"

A tall, black haired woman answered, "It's weight and the momentum it has with the ice is keeping it going. It's slow because of its size, which is why it's only half way to the school so far. Slow, but damn steady. It's a moving fortress, nothing we have so far is doing anything. It seems only Dande's ice is stopping it."

"And Mast's spear."

"He expended every bit of it only to cut into the ice layer. He didn't damage it at all."

"Whatever, Branco. Mast is the best we have."

"Sir, I suggest putting our forces back to their posts. We are still wary of neighboring nations and they might take this chance to invade."

"The people need to see how great our Masters are. This is a great chance to boost morale and have them learn spear arts from a true pro."

"They can do so using magic orbs. We need them stationed outside, please command them back."

"No! Seeing the real deal is more impactful."

Dande felt her ringed fingers gradually getting colder and numb. The frost of a Bolluma was too strong not to use assistance from her god and the rings were causing her frostbite. Finally, she took off the five rings and laced her fingers together, feeling the cold backing off and her strength returning. Throwing her hands apart, wings twice the size as before and far more complex than her previous pair formed around her. Chains connected from the tips of her wings to the Bolluma's sides, yanking back continuously. 'You are NOT destroying my grandfather's school! I will stop you with my life if I need to!'