Floating islands

Jorghan, who was pushed into the portal, was falling from the sky. The portal had opened in the middle of the sky, far above the ground. Jorghan, who was still in a daze, didn't know where he was, but suddenly he was starting to twitch as the negative energy increased around him.

The blood-coloured beam shot from the patterns on his skin, more brighter, and the system seemed to have no response.

Only the bloodline power had been in effect and he was falling onto the ground.

Abruptly out of nowhere, a figure appeared and snatched the boy. Then landed on the ground with a soft thud, only blasting the dust on the ground.

It was a woman, and she looked at Jorghan, who was groaning and twitching. It seems like the effect of negative energy was taking a toll on the boy's body.He had already absorbed alot of it, far more than he was capable of. She could feel the immense pressure coming from the boy, and it was a lot stronger than anything she had seen until now.

Her surroundings were being swept away as though a storm was being hurled in its way.

Even the night creatures were afraid and were running away from this place.

That woman stared at the boy; a deep frown appeared on her face.

Then she placed her hand on his head and chanted a spell, which made the twitching stop, and the patterns on his body started to recede. The blood-coloured rhombus on his forehead disappeared.

Jorghan lost his consciousness again; she was holding him in her hands.

"An amusing lad you are, boy," she said as she watched his face. He looked like something was bothering him.

She caressed his cheek, "What's bothering you little one?"

"There, there. I will take you to a nice place, she said to the boy, who was sleeping in her arms, curling up to her.

He was starting to relax as the negative energy stopped, and he was finally feeling at peace in her embrace.

She started walking with the boy in her arms. Right now, she stood in the heart of a dense forest. Unlike the ominous whispers surrounding the word Purgatory Domain, this place didn't appear as treacherous as it was said to be—at least, not yet. Holding the boy firmly in one arm, she raised her free hand, and a glowing magic circle manifested in the air. At her command, the surrounding trees twisted and interwove, forming a wooden platform beneath her feet. The tree moulded itself into a flat surface, wrapped with vines. She stepped onto the platform.

With a snap of her fingers, the platform stirred to life, gliding smoothly in a predetermined direction, carrying them away from the looming threats.

As soon as she vanished into the darkness, the night creatures that had been lurking in the shadows emerged once more, resuming their vicious battle. The night thickened, and with it, the dangers of the Purgatory Domain only grew, promising horrors yet unseen.

-

Five more years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the Purgatory Domain, somewhere in the midst of the mountains, up in the skies, a large group of islands was present, and its size could easily store a couple of cities. Vast and massive islands are present unevenly in the sky with the clouds around them.

Some even had waterfalls, while a few were full of vegetation.

Strange flying creatures were hanging on the walls of the small mountains present on those islands.

On one such gigantic island, which was in the middle of all these floating islands, was a resident of the Nor'vack clan, a very rare and most ancient clan living in this purgatory domain since ages. They have been exiled to this domain for as long as they can remember.

Right now, on this island, in a small valley, where a river stream was flowing, a boy was standing on the riverbank; he was staring at the red-coloured tattoo on his neck, caressing it.

It had been five years since he came, and the tattoo had been present ever since. He had no idea how he got the tattoo, but it was sort of an added charm to him. The pattern wasn't clear to him, but it looked like a lily, like the ones he had always seen.

Suddenly he felt something at his back, and he turned swiftly, catching the claw of the black horned wolf. The wolf came from nowhere and attacked him, but it couldn't land a blow as the boy was reacted.

With one swift pull, the wolf was pulled forward, and then he raised his foot and pressed the foot on the head of the wolf, pressing it against the ground.

BAM!

The wolf's head was slammed against the ground, dust flying up in the air as he stood still, unfazed.

The negative energy from the dead wolf passed onto him.

[Mana level 910%]

[Host: Jorghan]

[Title: Blood Sorcerer]

[Seven Star Blood Deviant]

Yes, it was Jorghan, and he was standing before the wolf, with one leg on its head.

He said, "You can come out now, Basil."

After a silent pause, a few teens stepped out from behind a tree, just past the riverbank.

"Oh, I thought you wouldn't know. How did you find out, brother?" Basil, a six-foot-tall, brown-skinned boy. His ears are a little longer and pointy. And a tail on his back, white dotted on lines forming a pattern on his chest as he was bare-chested. The rest of them were all the same as him; these were the features of the Nor'rvack clan. They were all in their late teens.

Normally an adult would be about 8-9 feet tall, and their build would depend on oneself.

"What is this time, Basil?" Jorghan asked as he kicked the wolf, which rolled towards the tree behind them like a ragdoll.

Other kids were in awe seeing how Jorghan simply kicked the wolf, but it went like that. They always wondered just how strong Jorghan was.

Basil cleared his throat, hearing their murmurs.

Jorghan's smirk widened. "Let them talk; they are just surprised how a normal human was capable of wielding such raw power."

Basil crossed his arms, his gaze sharp. "Yes, an outsider like you possessing such strength will always be a wonder; that's why they are staring at you, like a rare creature you are."

"It's not every day they witness a 'mere human' making their strongest look like toddlers with wooden swords," Jorghan said.

While they were talking, a young woman entered the field and said, "Hey little kids, stop fighting like dogs. We have guests."

They all turned to the voice and saw three young women, all of them were same age as Basil.

Basil's face lit up seeing the woman in the middle, she was slender, black hair, dressed skirt and blouse, showing her midriff.

"Swana!" Basil called out, "I am ready whenever you call me."

The boys behind him shook his head.

Jorghan narrowed his eyes as he said, "Wipe that drool of your face, Basil. People can swim in your drool."

Basil glared at Jorghan but Swana's voice broke his gaze away from him.

"The hollowskulls have entered the Driftrock; we have to go before the elders notice them. So move your asses already."

Hearing her, the boys giggled and sprinted toward the western side of the island. Driftrock was a small, hilly settlement where humans resided—a place where one could find all sorts of trade goods and rare items. But more importantly, it was dangerous. The boys were thrilled as they ran, their excitement evident in their hurried steps.

The young woman turned to Jorghan and said, "You can come along if you want."

Basil, who had been waiting for her to move, scoffed. "He's just a pup. He won't survive that place."

Swana, unfazed, replied, "He's more than capable."

"I'll come," Jorghan said simply.

Without another word, he leaped forward in a single bound, soaring ahead of the group and landing far in front of them. It was a tremendous jump, one that left them momentarily stunned. But they quickly recovered and followed him. By now, they had grown accustomed to his feats of strength—his very existence was a collection of wonders.

Basil bit his lip as he watched Jorghan disappear into the distance.

Swana glanced at him. "Why do you hate him so much? The elder already declared that he was her son."

Basil's expression darkened. "I don't care. He's an outsider."

With that, the two moved on.