After sometime she sighed.

  'No point in thinking more. First we need to think about our survival.'

  She turned to look at him. Sweat was dripping from his face. He was still in his thoughts.

  "You would not get any answers by thinking. You need to talk with that person who brought you here.' she said.

  His body shook. He again forgot that she was here.

  The feeling of losing his memories was not pleasant and he still had to survive in this world.

  He remembered the bodies in that room. If anyone saw that, execution would be his end.

  The probability of dying cleared his mind. He nodded at her, telling her to countinue.

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  "The world we are in right now is very different from yours. Our world has something called Aether or mana. You could say anything you want."

  He nodded. He can't feel aether, but the memory of suddenly teleporting easily persuaded him.

  She countinued "This aether can be used by anyone to do a lot of things. Create food or water, burn something, even create life or fight with each other."

  "Anyone who can utilizes aether is called a transcendent. It's a universal term shared among every race. If a mindless beast uses aether it would also be a transcendent. Though their class differentiation is another thing."

  "Aether is quite dangerous and if someone's body is not adapted enough, they will die. Or turn into a monstrous being with their consciousness still intact. Its quite painful."

  She had seen people turning and her being a mind related transcendent, she knows how bad it felt. Even burning alive for 100's of years is far better than going through that. The only escape is to die and even after death, aether continues to tear your soul into pieces to absorb it.

  "Aether is something that is non living but still has a will. It wants to absorb everything around it. A transcendent has to remain cautious all the time, unless they want to become the first food."

  A transcendent has to be careful all the time. Aether is like a poisonous drug. It modifies your brain and your nature to be more blood thirsty. If you fall into its tricks, aether will take over you and turn you into a hungry monster. It would try to devour everything. From clean air to water to plants and finally living beings.

  A transcendent is similar to working with a very potent drug to find its cure. The cure is impossible to make, and you know it but you still wish to try. It's a race between what will happen first, you finding it's cure or you fall into the drug's clutches. And almost all the time, the latter wins.

  Those who do not fall into its clutches have to countinue to survive another day.

  Sure it sounds dangerous. But the benefits clouds over people's minds. Even if you are successful in becoming a low level transcendent, you could live like a god among mortals.