Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army

While Yunan was meditating on his newest Law, things were changing in the void outside, all of this was because the karma he gained from resolving the test of the dream universe.

The feeling Yunan got; the one related to the karmic luck on the verge of activation, was true, he just misunderstood what was the reason and the results for activation.

Since the karma he just got was enough to trigger the karmic luck trait, it immediately changed things on the path that Yunan would traverse after leaving the dream universe. At this moment, entire universe clusters were changing their paths in the void, and those rare pure law universes somehow got closer and closer to Yunan.

A path was being paved for Yunan while he was meditating, a path that did not escape the gazes of the Primordials, even the greater ones had to stop and take a moment to consider this change.

This particular activation of the karmic luck had influenced too many Laws, from Fate to Luck to Motion, and many more in between, the Primordials of those domains would have been useless if they could not feel such a change.

Since only the greatest Primordials knew about the karmic luck trait, only four of them to be precise; Creation, Fate, Null and Chaos, they were more aware of the possibilities. They were very ecstatic to find out such a function of the karmic luck trait.

To them, the bet they had made on Yunan all those years ago was on its way to paying off, a trait that could override the control of Primordials, meddling with the void and making things even irreversible for the weaker Primordials. Once again, the big four chose to use their influence to stop the rest of the Primordials from meddling in Yunan's business.

This bet they made out of boredom was turning out to be on the way to fulfil their deepest desire; if Yunan was smart enough that is. If Yunan was not too eager to reach the domain of a Primordial, he would be the one to break out from this prison called creation.

The big four were very much aware why they could never beat the great eye above creation, they were impure, their Laws were not pure enough, and those who had the purest of Laws had no intention of becoming Primordials, Yunan was the first in a very long time to chose to pursue both paths, purity and power.

The big four were not hoping that Yunan might take them out with him to see what lies beyond the great eye, they just wished he could dethrone it, just that would satisfy the revenge desires in their hearts. After suffering under its oppressive might that one time, just its downfall was enough for them, that was how much inferior they were to the great eye.

The being in the shape of an eye was still unaware of what was going on underneath its shut eyelids, hibernating or sleeping, either way, the danger it felt all those years ago was growing steadily unbeknownst to it, something like this would have usually been detected, but the unmatched karmic luck was somehow shielding Yunan from the senses of the great eye.

Back in some old and quaint universe, a dwarf was pulling an orc thrice his hight by the ear, he was whispering some kind of strong words of scolding into the eardrums of the obviously unrepentant and uninterested orc, the two were moving away from what seemed like a courtroom of some sort.

As the two moved away from the court, they left the solitary planet and as they moved away, the two straightened up and made sure they looked presentable enough. Leader and Fey were floating out there, their eyes focused on a collision point where another universe was adjoining itself to the Hosana universe.

"Are we going too slow or is he moving ahead too fast?" Leader asked no one in particular. Dustan, seemingly itching to test his metal against the newcomers, let his power flow out like a beacon, an invitation and a challenge. Aside from the eager Dustan, a silver-haired werewolf shimmered into existence beside Leader. His disapproving sigh was enough to show how many times the argument; should the orc be stopped or not; had been carried.

"Where is the shifty one?" Asked Balin, the answer was obvious but shifty people must be bad mouthed at every moment possible, whether they were present or not mattered very little to the dwarf.

"Preparing the next scheme for the newcomers, as usual, you think this bunch are as aggressive as the latest ones?".

"Doesn't matter, use them to get stronger, we are lagging behind the little twerp, never in my life did I believe my motivation would turn out to be a kid that I beat the crap out of for near on half a century"

"Well, soon we can step out as well, still, we are too far behind, better work on keeping our strengths and powers as pure as possible, with a good foundation to back them up, otherwise we would end up with just power, a power that has no actual backbone to back it up".

"Think about it, all these new guys joining the fun are focused on keeping the status quo, no ambition and very much stale, we need to get out or we will turn stale as well, we are spending millennia without much progress, but the kid said to not leave until we can actually find him, meaning that just getting out is not good enough to survive".

"Well, let's hope Dusran will hook us a nice fish to feed on, otherwise, we just have to leave and risk life and limb out there".

Meanwhile, Yunan woke up from his meditation, feeling like he just found a trail in a forest that had no visible paths before this moment, he also noticed the lack of impending karmic luck activation, he called to his newest Law and had it integrate into the rest. It was time to start the journey again.