The World Unveiled

***Chapter 14: The World Unveiled***

Paul's mind was still reeling from the trance, the flood of information overwhelming his thoughts. The visions had been vivid, almost too real, as if he had lived through the memories of the Oni scientist who had written the journal. He sat on the cold floor of the chamber, the journal clutched tightly in his hands, his golden eyes distant as he processed everything he had seen.

The world he now found himself in was not just a simple wilderness or a collection of warring tribes. It was a vast, complex planet—three times the size of Earth—divided into five continents, each with its own unique races, cultures, and struggles. The Oni scientist had called it *"Eryndor,"* a name that carried the weight of its ancient history and forgotten glory.

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 The Human Continent (Herkan)

Located in the south, Herkan was a land of sprawling empires and warring kingdoms, its people still trapped in a medieval age of swords and castles. 

The continent was twice the size of America in Paul's former world, its vast landscapes dotted with fertile plains, dense forests, and towering mountains. 

The humans of Virelia were divided, their kingdoms locked in endless wars for supremacy. They were a proud but fractured race, their potential stifled by their inability to unite.

Despite their struggles, they were a formidable force, their knights and armies feared across the world. 

But Herkan was also a land of darkness. 

The Shifters had infiltrated the courts of kings and queens, their influence spreading like a poison.

The Oni scientist had once traveled to Herkan, seeking allies to fight the Shifter threat, only to find himself nearly assassinated on multiple occasions. 

The Shifters' corruption ran deep, and the humans were too blinded by their own conflicts to see the danger lurking in their midst.

 The Elven Continent (Sylvaris)

To the west lay Sylvaris, a continent entirely covered in lush, enchanted forests.

The elves were a race of unparalleled beauty, their long ears and graceful features marking them as beings of magic and nature. They were divided into two factions: 

The Light Elves, With pale white skin, who lived in harmony with the forests and revered the sun, and the Dark Elves, With their dark skin, who dwelled in the shadowed depths of the woods, their magic fueled by the moon and stars. 

The elves were long-lived, their lifespans stretching centuries, but their division had made them vulnerable.

The Shifters had begun to exploit their ancient rivalries, sowing discord between the Light and Dark Elves.

The Oni scientist had tried to warn them, but the elves, too proud and set in their ways, had refused to listen.

 The Dwarven Continent (Kragmor

In the north was Kragmor, a land of jagged hills, towering mountains, and endless mines.

The dwarves were a reclusive race, their cities carved deep into the earth, their forges producing weapons and armor of unmatched quality.

They were a hardy people, their strength and resilience unmatched, but their isolation had made them blind to the growing threat of the Shifters. 

The Oni scientist had visited Kragmor, hoping to enlist the dwarves' help, but their distrust of outsiders had made them reluctant allies.

The Shifters, however, had no such reservations. They had begun to infiltrate the dwarven clans, their corruption spreading like a disease.

 The Central Continent 

 At the heart of Eryndor lay The central continent, the largest and most dangerous of the continents.

It was a land of extremes, its landscapes ranging from scorching deserts to frozen tundras. But what made Xenthis truly unique was the *World Core*, a massive, glowing crystal deep in the earth that pulsed with the planet's life force. 

 It was deemed uninhabitable for most races, its environment too harsh and its resources too difficult to access. 

But it was the Drop point of the Shifters, their stronghold and base of operations. 

The Shifters had been slowly corrupting the World Core, their dark magic twisting its energy to serve their purposes. 

The Oni scientist had believed that if the World Core fell, so too would Eryndor.

 The Monster Continent (Xenthis)

The continent where Paul now found himself was called *Xenthis*, a land of vast plains, dense jungles, and towering mountains.

It was home to the beastmen, orcs, and barbarians—races that the humans of Herkan dismissed as monsters. Xenthis was a land of constant conflict, its tribes locked in endless battles for territory and resources. 

 But Xenthis was also a battlefield of immense proportions.

The Shifters had been drawn to this continent, not just to corrupt its people but to search for the Oni scientist, whom they believed still lived.

They had no idea that he had died long ago, his ship crashing in this very area eons ago. The Shifters' presence in Xenthis was a testament to their determination—they would stop at nothing to erase the Oni from existence.

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The Oni scientist had been a visionary, a man who refused to believe that his race was truly gone. Due to Malfunctions that occurred to his ship when he ran from his empire, And found himself here. 

He traveled the world, seeking allies to fight the Abyssal threat, but everywhere he went, he found only betrayal and corruption. In the end, he had returned to Xenthis , With his ship damaged and his hopes shattered. 

But he had not given up. He had built a weapon—a device capable of restoring the Oni and driving back the Shifters. 

The weapon was hidden deep within Xenthis, its location marked on the map Paul now held.

The scientist had believed that one day, a worthy descendant of the Oni would find the journal and wield the weapon to save Eryndor and his own race at large. 

The visions had also revealed the true nature of the Abyssals. 

They were not just a local threat—they were an *immensely powerful race* that spanned several solar systems.

Their goal was simple: to devour or enslave all life in their path. They were masters of dark magic and advanced tech, their armies enhanced to near-invincibility. 

But Eryndor was far from their reach, its galaxy too distant for them to invade directly.

Instead, they had sent their slave race—the Shifters—to corrupt the planet from within. And await their Arrival.

The Shifters were their vanguard, their tools of destruction, and they had been doing their job well. The World Core was on its way to being fully corrupted, and once it fell, the Abyssals would have a foothold in this galaxy.

Paul sat in silence, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. This world was not as it seemed. The elves were divided, the humans blinded by their wars, the dwarves isolated, and the beastmen, orcs, and barbarians locked in endless conflict. The Shifters were everywhere, their corruption spreading like a plague. And the Abyssals… they were a threat beyond comprehension. 

He processed this information. The weapon was meant for an Oni, but he was no Oni. He was a hybrid, a product of two worlds. Could he even wield such a thing? And even if he could, was he ready to bear the responsibility of liberating an entire world from the dark forces that sought to destroy it.

His peaceful life in the outcast village had just been upturned. He had come to the wilderness searching for his father, but now he found himself at the center of a conflict that could determine the fate of an entire world. 

"Oh shit," Paul muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. 

He didn't know if he could bear the responsibility of liberating Eryndor. He didn't know if he was strong enough, smart enough, or brave enough. But one thing was certain: he couldn't ignore what he had learned.

Luckily, the journal had promised more information once he found the weapon, and Paul knew he had no choice but to follow the ma

p and see where it led. 

Only the future held the truth. And Paul, for better or worse, was now a part of it.