The Rise of the Black Plain

When Minos noticed that the area where several powerful beings should have been sleeping while searching for new advancements was empty, he immediately noticed a serious problem.

Beasts, especially high-level elder beasts, wouldn't move from their positions without strong motivations, without feeling a bad premonition.

For all the beasts in an area like the one Minos and his crew had just passed through to have moved, there had to be more to it than curiosity about a war or confrontation.

High-level beasts only acted so defensively when they felt threatened!

And threats from other races didn't cause this kind of reaction!

The Spiritual World has existed for a long time. Even though there had been conflicts here and there for practically every generation, they were ordinary conflicts that wouldn't disrupt the natural order of things.

The experts would fight sooner or later. There was no way to avoid it. Sometimes, it would be over resources. Sometimes, it would be over personal issues, like a fight over a woman. And so some problem or other would cause the elders and especially the juniors to clash, sometimes bringing things to a level of mutual destruction.

Rare, however, were the movements that would cause planetary catastrophes, threatening a large portion of the world's races to such an extent that the high-level elders would become alarmed and leave their places of retreat.

This kind of threat could only be caused by something of the highest level that had to be strong and broad enough to reach the experts scattered worldwide!

An ordinary dispute between beasts wouldn't cause experts thousands of kilometers away to leave their retreats!

After two days of traveling through the dark part of the sea, Minos and his crew realized that not only a small part of the area they were in had been emptied, but the entire path to the vicinity of the Sky Whale tribe's post was like that.

With this in mind, Minos began to think more and more about the possibility that something devastating was about to happen to this world!

...

'Damn it. Something's going to happen.' He thought as he saw the outpost of the strongest tribe in the world, where his crew would arrive in a few moments.

While he was in a bad mood, which was quite common during the last days of the journey, Emlyn approached Minos and asked. "Do you think this phenomenon is related to the danger in the North Sea?"

The rest of the crew, most of whom already knew what Minos expected to find in the North Sea, turned to him immediately after Emlyn broke the silence.

Minos replied. "No. What could be in the North Sea, if it's what I really fear, would not cause a disturbance that could alert beasts so far away."

Specialists could threaten tribes and races. A single God could decimate life in the Spiritual World if there were no others of his level to stop him.

However, one or more specialists of that level would not cause species from such distant places to sense the coming disaster. That's because, as unusual and rare as they were, level 100 beings were 'normal' things for this reality. In other words, it was something that was 'allowed' by the rules of this world.

What could cause so many high-level beings to have a bad premonition was something that was completely out of the ordinary, something that went against the 'normal' way of this world.

In a way, Gods were like important and rare cells in a body that functioned according to its normality. Disasters, on the other hand, were like diseases, a malfunction, something that could cause the end of many parts of the body or even the whole body.

Only something like that could cause a reaction that could alert so many specialists simultaneously!

So, it couldn't be level 100 beings behind this, even if they were invaders from this world.

'That is, of course, if Henricus Longus was completely correct in his visions.' Minos thought to himself, without raising the hypothesis to his companions, that the invaders he feared could actually be stronger than level 100.

But he remained confident in such a God's abilities, and even considering that there might be stronger beings outside the Spiritual World, Minos felt that level 100 would be the limit of the enemies he would have to face first.

He said. "What could be behind this is a global catastrophe like the Age of Lightning."

Hearing Minos' last words, the three members of the Sea Folk looked at each other and felt that this human was right and that something like the Age of Lightning could begin again in a few decades.

"Age of Lightning?" One of the level 89 mercenaries asked while the weaker and less influential group members had curious looks on their faces.

One of the two Krakens said. "The Age of Lightning happened 9 million years ago. At that time, there weren't even any Spiritual Sages in our world. The strongest ones were level 79 Saints.

At that time, there was a dark period that lasted about 90,000 years, when almost the entire lands of the Spiritual World were rendered uninhabitable by the powerful lightning that struck the land and sea every day.

90% of the land life was wiped out at that time, and countless races of marine hybrids arose from it, eventually giving rise to the races of the Fish People and others."

"At that time, the Divine Continent and the Continent of Beasts also separated." The Sea Folk woman said, remembering that in the distant past of their world, the continents and islands had once been part of the same continent.

Another member of the Sea Folk closed his eyes and said in a low voice. "Legends say that these two continents were one land at the beginning of the Age of Lightning. But in the end, they were separated by 10,000 kilometers of the Purple Sea."

"What?"

"Did that really happen? How absurd!"

The ignorant members of the group exclaimed in surprise as they discovered a little of the truth about the Spiritual World and how, after tens of millions of years of existence, some groups were still living like their ancestors.

Countless catastrophes had befallen the Spiritual World since the destruction of Panvuter. Some of these catastrophes were terrible, but some were necessary to stabilize this fragment of the world and make it a stable place.

Either way, this stabilization didn't happen suddenly and wasn't easy.

It came from chaos, and with chaos, the less fit beings were wiped out, while the more fit faced countless challenges, often losing their progress as new disasters struck.

And so life in this world had changed many times over, but the few who survived it all didn't change much, confident that old habits were responsible for their continued existence.

It was good to have technologies and methods to strengthen and protect oneself. But only individual strength could guarantee survival amid the chaos that could strike them at any moment.

The strongest tribes in the world knew this, and that's why they still existed in much the same way as they did millions of years ago!