Those from Verund

The three beings from Verund, were comparable to the super-powered individuals from Bechnitz. Isaac learned this after seeing the sparring match between the Rune Knight, Aarthamion and the monstrous Travis. 

Sparring matches between the powerhouse heroes was a spectacle for any of the 12. Usually their abilities are only tested against bots and illusions of threats above ground. 

"I'm getting sick and tired of this edgy motif you have going on." Travis, the tall hero from Bechnitz would normally tower over others. But in the face of the well-armored and long-haired Aarthamion, he was forced to look up. "I get that you don't like talking to us, I also get it from that green-skinned bozo and the pointy-eared lady. But you're human just like the rest of us, if anything I haven't seen anything noteworthy from you." 

Travis now hovered, face to face with Aarthamion. 

"If you wish to test my power, then so be it. " Aarthmion's black armor began to glow yellow and orange. Letters of unknown characters around his whole body shimmered. "Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out… It's hard to swallow when I make you eat them." 

"Fighting words, I like it!" A single punch would send Aarthamion flying towards the wall of the bunker. A crash that the others expected to end him but it didn't even give his armor a scratch. 

Their duel would last a total of forty-seven minutes, where neither side backed down. The two seemed even at first and the sheer destruction was of note. Their battle also destroyed the original buildings that Isaac placed in the training grounds. Aside from their combat prowess, Travis also learned of a few things regarding scalings of power. This is due to a comment made by Aarthamion. "As strong as a High-Class Demon, with none of the magic power." 

This meant that threats of equal or relative power to Travis were present in the world and are quite numerous. The spar would end in a draw, the guide was forced to stop them due to the damage sustained by the bunker. 

This incident was also one of the main reasons why Isaac wanted one or the other by his side, he was a regular human among demi-gods. While his abilities were noteworthy he would die from a single blow if he tried to fight any of the powerhouses head-on. 

Aarthamion, the Rune Knight, during the first day of their release from the bunker headed off on his own. In his doctrine, a set of promises he created to gain his supernatural abilities and magic, one of his rules is to work alone. The doctrine is also one of the main reasons why he was chosen by the Gods and deities of his reality. 

"Lay down one's life to save your realm, taking on this doctrine will let you obtain the power of the divine. A promise to slay all of those who threaten our existence. You have been granted divine protection and a bounty of boons only available to those chosen by the gods." Before reaching the Root Reality, Aarthamion was a rune knight with doctrines that served him well as a hero on the side of humanity. 

His entry to the root realm, empowered him to the point of which he was comparable to the heroes of old. Aarthamion, despite his rough exterior, can be said to be the one with the most pure intentions among the 12. 

A crow perched on his shoulder. It cawed for a few seconds before finally speaking. "The group headed by Orion have left the one named Isaac behind. The elf appears to have joined the larger group due to the influence of the Earthling Maja." 

"Leaving the greenhorn to fend for himself, I did not expect that from them. Keep an eye out for them, I'm not allowed to join them but I can help them should the time arise." 

In Verund, those who have received boons from their gods are considered to be Saints in their own right. These individuals follow their purpose by their own will, should the day come when they no longer wish to serve the gods, these boons will disappear and let them return to their life as a mortal. 

"And keep special attention to those from Bechnitz and the old man. The rune that detects deceit… it often emanates power when I hear them speak."

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Gristlethum soared across the skies, sitting on top of his Griffin. The Eagle-headed creature was one of his many summoned creatures. "We can not afford to draw attention just yet." 

Gristlethum aims to follow what the gods of the wild have asked of him. "Defend the root of our universe." But even with such a task, he could not bring himself to work together with beings that have desecrated not only his people but the very nature of his surroundings. In the eyes of Gristlethum, humans are far too greedy to be considered the children of nature. 

Through his magic, he can sense the very nature of those around him. The locals of Bechnitz were far too arrogant and full of themselves. Those from Terra take from nature and use every resource they can without care for what comes next and those from earth are too self-absorbed for him to teach them anything. 

The orc shaman would eventually find a mountain, one that was tainted by demons yet close enough to the center of the realm for him to take root. While he also received a basic system, the main gift that he received was one of a kind. 

The seed of a Tree of Life, the very symbol of nature. The elves guard the largest Tree of Life back in Verund and there are only a total of seven of them. Each guarded by the races that are most in-tune with nature. 

"A Tree of life, This will guarantee the quality of air and energy for those that need it." Once the tree sprouts, locations that are too pure for the demons to enter. Areas where monsters are no longer aggressive and the birth of races that are directly subservient to nature will come to existence. There are far too many boons for the locals to gain.

If Aarthamion had the most pure intentions, then Gristlethum had one of the most important missions. Out of the 12 of the 301st generation, they are the first to make waves from day one of their release from the bunker.