The Master of Uradan

Rohan stood at the entrance of the cave. his feet had sunk inside the white snow as a small tempest of flakes swirled around the area. He took a deep breath. Rohan didn't even know how many days it was anymore since he had appeared in the forest, but he only felt happy to be back here.

In the end, there was nothing inside the heart of the mountain. Nothing but the strange red dome, and even in its center there was nothing else. The teleportation over this world of Uradan obviously was because of this dome, but there wasn't anything Rohan could understand about it right now.

Then, Rohan descended the mountain. The cold wasn't affecting him, and compared to the first time he had ascended, it was much more pleasant. The world was showing its grandeur in front of his eyes as he got down one step after another, and suddenly, a thought made him stop there.

He turned his head and looked over his shoulder. Since he had the opportunity, why not climb up toward the very peak of the Kolmos mountain? With this injunction coming from nowhere and controlling his limbs, Rohan decided to go up.

The idea had already rooted and fully bloomed on his mind, and the curiosity was too strong to ignore it.

The cold or the lack of oxygen was nonexistent, and the further he climbed up, the more he felt thrilled. This was the biggest mountain of the continent, overlooking the Barren Lands with its colossal might. And Rohan, a simple young man, was reaching the top.

The more he advanced, the more he felt excited. But the more he advanced, and the more snow floating around him there was, circling him and veiling his vision with a white blanket. But even so, Rohan had no plans to halt there. He continued forward, while the large quantity of snow was melting against his body.

HIs own heat was making the white flakes soften before they transformed as small drops of water, but even with his powerful body, Rohan was furtherly resembling a snowman.

Suddenly, Rohan reached the end. In front of him stood a small peak, growing up for several meters. He knew it was almost the top of the mountain, and without looking back, he grabbed the stone surface and began his ascension.

He had thought the ascension of any mountain would be tough, with the cold biting his body, the wind shaking his balance, the stones cutting his hands, but nothing of that appeared. His hand reached stones after stones as Rohan leisurely climbed the peak. It was so easy that he was almost disappointed.

Only a few minutes later, he reached a small platform. The moment his feet landed on the top, a fresh wind rose, making his black hair flutter around along with his purple ribbon. His gray dress clacked under the violent wind.

The platform was only enough for him to stand there, and if his body wasn't as firmly standing on the ground, Rohan was sure that the wind would have already blown him away.

His eyes widened on their own as he looked down on the whole world.

Below him was a sea of clouds, while above the blue sky. He didn't know since when, as he hadn't paid attention, but the sun was currently shining on him. Its light reflected on the clouds painting the whole region with an orange glow.

Through the clouds, he could barely see the Barren Lands stretching toward the horizon. The stones and sand were everywhere, with some wild green patches growing here and there.

The beauty was crushing his whole being. Rohan had seen terrifying people. He had seen a single man murdering thousands with a single wave. He had fought against an Intermediate Warrior that could destroy him with a single move. He had encountered a large sect with all of them being powerful freaks able to trash him.

But in either case, he had never felt this weak, this insignificant.

He was only Rohan. A rank 5 Beginner Warrior, as well as a rank 1 Beginner Wizard. Compared with the infinity of this world, he was simply nothing. At least for now.

What when he would become a Supreme Warrior? And a Supreme wizard? Maybe the red mana would even make him stronger than everyone. He felt that he could already fight head-on against an Intermediate Warrior.

His fists tightened as his eyes became clearer. He had a lot to do. He needed to go back home, and check out his family if they were still alive. He needed to crush the kingdom of Prasthana, as well as kill the Old Monster of the Empire. He was unable to do anything about that for now, but he was from being the same as before.

His father had told him that he shouldn't treat the people around him as insects. Horim had nodded his head after he had come back from the carnage of the bandits inside the city of Blanche. The members of the Blackwolf clan had chosen to continue forward after the slaughter of their families as if it was a normal occurrence.

Rohan thought back to the way he fought before. Trying to disarm and only injure his opponents. But such a thing in front of people like Grael was ridiculous. He hadn't killed any humans for a long time already, but that didn't change anything. Or maybe that was what made everything change.

Rohan couldn't even remember the blurry face of his first victim, but it wasn't a problem. Countless nomads died each day inside the Barren Lands, but he was only like this. A dead man was simply that, dead. Compared to the colossal world standing below him, it was nothing.

All those thoughts entered Rohan's mind as he looked down from the higher peak of the world. For this short time, the bearing of the young man had totally vanished. For a short time, the might of an emperor surged from his body.

He was only seventeen years old, but what he had lived through had forged his mind continuously. Some people had lived a worse life than him, but that didn't mean they would have the same thoughts, nor that Rohan should minimize his life.

Rohan felt that he could rest here for days looking at the whole world, but the time was running out. He pondered for a few seconds. He had left quite a few of his belongings with the Blackwolf clan. In the end, he decided it was fine. All his important items were already lost in the world of Uradan anyway, and there were only a few books and potions.

Plus, finding them in those lands would be like searching for a particular stone on this mountain, there was no point in even beginning the search.

After a few more minutes contemplating this view, Rohan finally got down, and in no time he was already on the way back, descending the mighty mountain toward the stone city.

He would first need to bypass them all if he wanted to leave this region, and such a feat wasn't easy with how tight the four great clans were keeping the mountain area in tight control.