The Kyris Zone was discovered by an egotistical Fluxer who just named it after himself. His name was Kyris Lentein. He was some Psyche Flux genius who carved his name into history for stumbling onto this realm. Every Fluxer knows the legend. Every manual, every lecture, every senior warrior whispers about it like a holy grail.
The truth is, Xana doesn't come from Fluxers or humans. Xana is like sunlight and we're just solar panels. The energy originates here in the Kyris Zone, and all we have are Xana pools which are little pseudo-pockets attached to this vast realm. Genetics, training, discipline, trauma, it all affects how much your Xana pool can hold.
So, yeah, Fluxers don't create Xana. They borrow it. And somehow I just barged into the supplier's warehouse uninvited.
At first, I was floating in that endless white space, the black ink-smoke rising all around me. The second my breath slipped out of rhythm, I dropped fast. Weight punched me back into gravity and I hit the ground, except it wasn't ground.
I blinked and suddenly I was lying in a meadow.
Grass brushed my fingertips. It was too green and vivid than anything I have ever seen. Every blade of it glistened as though each held its own hidden sun. The sky above me wasn't just blue. It was that impossible storybook blue that you swear no real sky ever achieves. The sun wasn't harsh at all. It was golden and gentle.
The air smelled like every flower I have ever encountered compressed into one breath. I sat up slowly.
In the Dominia Quests, in MoDS, Verdamona eventually meets Kyris Lentein's descendant and that's when the whole system blows wide open. I remember geeking out when I first read it because the Kyris Zone wasn't just a lore gimmick. It was a real combat mechanic. Accessing it meant your Xana pool refilled faster after depletion. And not just that. It expanded. Every time one resonated with the Kyris Zone, the body carved a wider channel and deepened the connection. You weren't just refilling from a cup anymore. You were drawing water from a river.
That was why Fluxers drooled over the possibility of entering it. They spent decades trying to refine meditation, discipline and even risking death just to glimpse this place. It was a permanent evolution of your very core and I had just tripped my way in here because monks once forced me to stare at a candle for nine hours straight without blinking.
If that isn't irony, I don't know what is.
The Kyris Zone wasn't one landscape. It reflected whoever accessed it. For me, someone raised in a monastery surrounded by silence and nature, of course it would manifest as a meadow. For someone else, it could be an ocean, a cavern or a storm. The Zone adapted to the soul that touched it.
I stood, testing the ground underfoot. It was soft, almost springy, like the earth was encouraging me upward instead of weighing me down. My body felt light and effortless, as though the constant pain I'd lived with for days was nothing more than a memory.
If the information was right, then training here, or even just standing here was enough to change my body permanently. The more I resonated with this Zone, the more my Xana pool would expand, the denser my energy would become and the faster I could restore it in battle. No wonder only legends accessed this place. It was the difference between surviving a fight and rewriting the rules of combat entirely.
I don't know how long I stood in that meadow, dazed by its beauty. Minutes? Hours? Time didn't feel real here. It was as if my heartbeat was the clock and the meadow only ticked when I inhaled.
That's when I saw someone. At first, I thought it was just light catching strangely at the edge of the field but no, she was there.
She stood with her back to me, her long white dress flowing like it was made from mist woven into silk. The hem rippled yet somehow never touched the ground. Her impossibly long silver hair moved with the breeze. A wide white hat covered her face, casting a shadow over her features. She didn't belong to the meadow. No, scratch that. The meadow belonged to her.
My throat dried out. I started looking around, half-expecting Radellei, Hinesia or someone to be here, because no way was I supposed to deal with… with this.
I don't know what possessed me but my feet moved before my brain caught up. Step after step, I walked toward her. My pulse hammered in my ears. The closer I got, the more my body tried to scream at me to turn back. I ignored it, or maybe I couldn't stop myself.
And then, she turned.
I can't explain what I saw. Or maybe I refuse to because the instant her face angled toward me, something in me broke. My knees buckled without permission, and I fell to the grass ground.
It wasn't beauty that one could put into words like "divine" or "perfect." This was… something else. She had beauty so incomprehensible it was wrong. My mind couldn't process it so my body gave up trying. Kneeling was instinct, as if standing upright before her would get me erased from existence. I don't even remember her face
I wasn't thinking. I wasn't even breathing. Her footsteps whispered across the grass. I didn't dare look up but I felt her presence fill the air.
"I didn't expect to see a soul wander here."
I froze. A soul? My soul?
She tilted her head, the shadow of her hat still hiding her eyes but her lips curved into a faint smirk.
"The last one who managed such a thing was Kyris Lentein."
My instincts screamed not to run or fight but to stay still. I understood without knowing why that she wasn't just dangerous. She was the kind of dangerous where if I moved wrong, I wouldn't just die, I would be erased.
She leaned down. I didn't dare flinch when her warm fingers touched my forehead. Her hum was almost… amused.
"You're an Outer. You transmigrated into the body of Phasnovterich Argemenes."
She knew I wasn't from here. She knew I wasn't supposed to exist in this world.
She straightened her posture and began to walk away.
"Your wish has been granted. You are lucky to have stumbled into me. Oh, and keep this to yourself. Never tell anyone you saw me, especially the Rameses bloodline. They are fanatics when it comes to worshipping me."
The meadow bent with her movements, like the world itself obeyed her existence. It wasn't until she was far off that I found my voice.
"W-who are you?!"
She didn't stop or turn.
My legs burned and I forced myself upright. I ran. I don't even remember deciding to. I just ran because some primal part of me knew that if I let her leave without knowing, I'd regret it for the rest of my life.
But the closer I tried to get, the faster my body… dissolved. My hands flickered, my arms broke into motes of light, my legs melted into smoke.
"No wait!"
I shouted, or maybe I thought it. My voice scattered with me. I only heard a voice calling out to me.
"You already know who I am, don't you?"
The last thing I saw was the swish of her white dress, her silver hair swaying as though mocking me.
°°°°°^
I jolted awake, sucking in air like I'd been drowning. The meadow was gone. The Kyris Zone was gone. I was back in my chamber, still in the lotus position. My body hadn't moved an inch but sweat soaked through me. Sunlight slanted through the window.
Had it really been all night?
I pressed a shaking hand to my chest. My heart was still racing. My mind still replaying that smirk, that voice and that impossible beauty that terrified me to my core.
"Did I just see… a Goddess?"
Fuck.