"Realms are not merely places," Amamiheuwa began, her voice calm as ancient stone.
"They are primordial essences — crucibles of the forces that formed existence itself.
"In the Gravity Realm, spacetime folds into itself to it's very existence.
In the Entropy Realm, disorder sculpts the arrow of time and existence
In the Power realm, Power and forces that energizes existence itself is.
Enter a realm, and you do not visit it.
You are immersed in its truth."
Chi stopped mid-step.
For a brief moment, his usual carelessness thinned.
"Immersed…" he muttered.
"So if the realm is wrong… you become wrong with it?"
Amamiheuwa's eyes shifted to him.
"Not wrong," she said.
"Aligned."
That word lingered.
Chi did not like the sound of it and gets bored.
Chi yawned loudly.
"Wonderful lecture," he said, wandering around her chamber and lifting a covered bowl to inspect its contents.
"But what the hell do I need to know all that for? Can you just look into the realm he's in?"
Chi said as he peered into another pot.
"Doesn't she have welcoming food for visitors?" he muttered.
Amamiheuwa did not react.
"If we separate the realms humans cannot enter," she continued, "there are still thousands remaining."
"What?!" Chi spun around.
"Yes."
"So we're not searching," Chi said.
"We're just guessing until we don't die."
Amamiheuwa said nothing.
Chi collapsed dramatically onto the floor.
The realm did not exist alone.
Udonkanka extended a hand and helped Ojadili rise.
They continued forward in silence.
The realm had grown quieter — not passive, but observant.
Ojadili noticed his shadow still lagged half a breath behind him.
Udonkanka saw it too.
He did not mention it.
Instead, he adjusted Ojadili's shoulder slightly, aligning his posture.
"That is better," he said.
Ojadili didn't understand what changed.
But something did.
The pressure eased— not around him,
but through him.
As if the realm had briefly agreed:
Yes.
That is closer.
Ojadili exhaled shakily.
"Why is nature so hard on us? This place wants to break me... us"
"Don't misunderstand it," Udonkanka replied.
"This is not a punishment or elimination.
It's a challenge for the culture.
For what we come to retrieve from it.
The right action at the wrong moment is failure.
This realm does not ask what you choose…
It asks when."
They moved on.
The ground beneath them felt attentive.
They reached a circular clearing where seven paths spread outward around them like spokes of a wheel.
Udonkanka's jaw tightened.
"No... not again," he muttered.
The air felt… arranged.
Not natural.
Not random.
Intentional.
Like every choice had already been made—
and they were only here to confirm it.
Ojadili swallowed.
"What happens if we choose the wrong one?"
Udonkanka did not soften his voice.
"Tragedy worse than death. More than that of your cousin."
Silence thickened.
The search continued—
but time did not move equally for everyone.
"Not this one," Chi gasped as he and Amamiheuwa emerged into another realm, breathing hard.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"If he were here, I would feel it."
Amamiheuwa rose slowly into the air.
She crossed her wrists before her chest.
One finger folded.
Then another.
Then another.
Each movement was deliberate — not performed, but remembered.
The air thickened.
Threads of golden energy began forming between her fingertips and his skin.
Forming geometric symbols .
She drew them downward along her arms, across her torso, into the ground beneath her feet.
The realm responded.
A circular sigil ignited beneath her.
Symbols rotated slowly, rearranging like thoughts forming.
When her foot touched the center—
the floor softened,
then opened.
They dropped into the next realm.
Heat struck them instantly.
"Is this hellfire?!" Chi screamed , stumbling back as the air burned his lungs.
"I misjudged the threshold," Amamiheuwa said calmly, though sweat formed at her temples.
"Humans cannot survive this realm."
Despite the heat, she completed the Technique again.
The sigil opened.
They fell through.
Cool air rushed over them.
Chi collapsed onto his knees, breathing deeply.
"How many have we gone through?" he asked weakly.
"This is the eight hundred and forty-second."
Chi stared at her in horror.
"I thought we passed eight hundred! I was expecting a thousand…"
"You are correct."
He smiled faintly.
"It is eight hundred and forty-third."
"What difference does that make?" he cried.
Looking at Amamiheuwa in an awkward manner .
"It makes all the difference. One moment close is what created almost . One..."
She paused as the word ' One ' stuck in her lip , she remembers.
" With you availability, there is one realm that can help us locate the one they occupy but it's very dangerous"
Chi struggled upright.
"Why do you think I am called Chi?" he said, forcing confidence into his voice.
"I am not losing him to a place I cannot enter."
Back in the Correction Realm, Udonkanka sat cross-legged, studying the seven paths.
Each path shimmered with a faint vision:
Admire a painting of yourself vs. call it mediocre.
Reveal a friend's secret success vs. keep it hidden.
Confront a cruel stranger vs. walk away.
Take the easy way out vs. push harder.
Take more than your share vs. take what is fair.
Pursue forbidden desire vs. resist.
Lie to spare feelings vs. tell the truth.
Ojadili felt his chest tighten.
His breathing slowed.
Something in him understood.
These were not choices.
They were mirrors.
And for the first time—
he wasn't afraid of choosing wrong.
He was afraid of choosing honestly.
"They're all traps," he whispered. "We are as good as dead."
He tried to reach the gods.
Nothing answered.
Udonkanka remained still, eyes moving slowly.
Chi and Amamiheuwa entered the Connection Realm.
At its center floated a shifting mirage.
"This realm answers the location of realms. It connect the knowledge of all . It's a special but dangerous realm " she said repeating herself .
Chi nods indicating he's ready .
"Place your hand inside and focus completely on Ojadili.
If your focus equals or surpasses this world's measure, you will see a symbol.
If it does not…your thread unravels."
Chi flexed his fingers once.
They did not feel entirely his anymore.
"You gods and your calm voices," he muttered.
"You say death like it's a footnote."
Then—
he stepped forward anyway.
Chi stared at the mirage.
"Ends where threads break?" he asked.
She did not answer.
He stepped forward and plunged his hand into the mirage.
Immediately
Energy exploded outward.
Amamiheuwa doubts if the realm did answer Chi .
He was thrown violently across the floor.
Amamiheuwa rushed to him — and froze.
Chi had aged with a long white shiny beard and hair outgrown growing several meters long.
Thread of white energy spread his skin , forming patterns.
Lines carved his face.
Time had not passed.
It had settled on him.
As if the realm had reached forward—
and tested how much of him it could take.
And decided…
not yet.
"Are you well?" Amamiheuwa asked with concern
He coughed, struggling to sit upright.
"I saw… a cane. And a mallet crossed together.
She closed her eyes, understanding forming.
"They are in the Correction Realm."
"We must hurry,"chi whispered as he packs up his overgrown hairs and beard
Back at the seven paths, Udonkanka finally spoke.
"Nature is not merely hard," he said. "It is unfair."
Ojadili looked at him.
"Identical twins share the same womb, the same blood, the same environment. They suffer the same storms.
Yet one emerges stronger.
Why?"
Ojadili had no answer.
Udonkanka stood.
"The correct path," he said, stepping forward, "is the one where you admire the painting of yourself."
"That's arrogance," Ojadili said.
"No," Udonkanka replied.
"It's honesty."
"What are you—"
Before Ojadili could finish, Udonkanka stepped into the path and vanished.
"Odu—!"
Ojadili's breath fractured.
The realm did not react.
That was what terrified Ojadili most.
No warning.
No resistance.
Just… acceptance.
As if it had Corrected udonkanka.
As if the decision had already been judged.
He stared at the empty space.
Panic surged.
Amamiheuwa makes his gestures but she couldn't get to the correction realm.
Chi had successfully makes his face young but the bearded and hair won't disappear .
He successfully pads it well.
Amamiheuwa tries again but fails .
" What's happening?" Chi asked that's when Amamiheuwa remembers.
" Gods are believe to be beyond correction.This realm doesn't accept gods , we can't do anything"
Chi felled down hopeless .
" Ojadili fate is in his hand , why did he went to the journey of this realm ?" Amamiheuwa asked rhetorically.
Ojadili turned toward Path six and Seven.
"Hey, brother."Ojadili spun.
Udonkanka stood further ahead, waving.
"Do you truly wish to die?"
Ojadili covered his face briefly in embarrassment and hurried forward.
As he entered, understanding settled over him.
To call the painting magnificent was not vanity.
It was acceptance.
False humility was another mask.
The other paths twisted truth:
generosity performed for praise becomes envy
walking away can nourish hidden rage
the easy path conceals unseen debt
fairness can disguise greed
desire is its own snare
truth can wound deeper than lies
The realm did not seek perfection.
It sought honesty.
They emerged together.
And stopped, Ojadili looked around .
Ojadili noticed shapes burned into the stone that surrounds this place .— human silhouettes frozen mid-flight.
"Punishment?" he asked
Udonkanka replied:
"Correction. I guess they came to collect the Oja but couldn't lift it and was corrected but you are the one really made for it "
" If I'm to die collecting it , it's better than my miserable ..."
He then followed Udonkanka eyes as he looks forward.
Before them hovered a suspended construct of shifting geometry — folding, unfolding, rearranging itself like a thought deciding what it wished to become.
Ojadili's voice failed him.
"Is… is ... is
that…"
"Yes it is ." Udonkanka said quietly and he watches with smiles .
Ojadili understood it then:
This was not a weapon waiting to be used.
It was a decision waiting to be paid for.
The space around it bent slightly—
not from power,
but from refusal.
As if the Oja did not exist.
It held the unlocking of the most powerful Object ever
Ojadili took a step forward.
The realm did not stop him.
That frightened him more than anything.