the codex of realms

The Journey of soren

After the brothers had their last talk, *Jayden decided to leave the house* set on a journey to *avenge their parents*, while *Horuto chose to stay*, believing that revenge wasn't the path for him.

Soren, who was *fit for the job of revenge*, had already killed many, regardless of age. He knew the gang responsible for his parents' deaths was still alive and well. He had taken many lives in the town, but he never trained with his stone, for his abilities were different.

"I don't get it. Why does my stone never activate?" he wondered aloud.

Frustrated, he threw it at the ground, which unexpectedly triggered it, causing a portal to appear.

"What the...?"

Curious, he threw a stick into the portal, but nothing happened. Taking a deep breath, he *hopped in*. As he entered the portal, a surge of pain coursed through him, but he embraced it.

"Dammit! Who knew getting into a wonder world would cause so much pain?"

After a few minutes, he emerged from the portal.

"Wow... What the hell happened h—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he found himself falling down a deep hole, with a pool of blood waiting at the bottom.

"I'm not surprised. Let me get out of here."

Using his wind magic, he propelled himself upward and escaped from the pit.

"That was something. Now, what has happened here?"

He looked around to find a *hellish wasteland*, where instead of lava, there was blood—*the blood of those he had killed*.

"..."

He stood in silence, processing the grim reality before him until he finally understood. His thoughts were interrupted by a group of rank 2 creatures approaching him.

"I'm guessing I'm going to have to kill you all," he said, readying himself for battle.

As he attempted to harness his magic, he noticed that his stone was glowing, almost urging him to use it instead.

"Hmm..."

Without hesitation, he drew his katana, named *Yuma*, ready to cut them down.

But the stone was glowing bright red as if it were saying to use it, not his katana. As Jayden took his bright red stone, suddenly one of the creatures threw a fireball at him, but he dodged.

"I see I have to use my stone. I guess it makes sense."

The stone changed from a bright red to a green light, representing air.

"I guess it changes when it touches you."

As soren held the stone tightly in his hand, he could feel its energy pulsating through him. The glow shifted from a vibrant red to a soothing green, and he realized that the stone was more than just a tool; it was a *living entity* responding to his emotions and intentions.

"*Air*,"

he murmured, understanding that the stone's transformation indicated its elemental power. With a deep breath, he focused on the energy flowing from the stone, envisioning the air currents swirling around him, ready to be harnessed.

Suddenly, another creature lunged forward, its fiery eyes fixated on him. Soren steadied himself, raising the stone as he shouted,

"*Let the winds protect me!*"

As he spoke, the green light brightened, and a gust of wind erupted from the stone, creating a protective barrier around him. The fireball collided with the barrier, dissipating harmlessly in a shower of sparks.

"*This is incredible!*"

Soren thought, feeling the wind swirling at his command. He glanced at the stone, now glowing a mix of green and blue, indicating that it was ready for another transformation.

"*What else do you have for me?*"

he wondered aloud, entranced by the stone's potential. Just then, he noticed the creatures regrouping, their eyes narrowing as they prepared for another attack.

Knowing he had to act quickly, soren

shouted,

"*Let's see what you can do!*"

He concentrated on the stone, willing it to harness the power of *water*. The glow shifted once more, now a deep azure blue, and he felt the temperature drop.

With a sweeping motion of his arm, he directed the energy towards the advancing creatures. A powerful wave of water surged forth, crashing into the creatures and washing them back.

"*This... is just the beginning!*"

Soren thought, excitement coursing through him. He realized that with each transformation, he was not just wielding a weapon; he was channeling the fundamental forces of nature.