This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange

"How did humans determine the sigils to locate the other realms?" Kain asked, his curiosity finally breaking the silence. "How could they pinpoint something as intangible as a realm\'s existence and define it with a few symbols?"

Serena, her exhaustion evident but her mind still sharp, glanced up from the notes. "It\'s not a simple process," she admitted. "But it ties back to the theory that all sub-realms without their own will are connected to Heaven\'s Will in some way. In a sense, it\'s like they\'re subordinate to it. The names we use to reference these realms were likely derived from that connection. In a sense, in the same way that you gave all of your contracts names, Heaven\'s Will also has names for its subordinate realms, and corresponding sigils for each."

Kain frowned. "But how would humans figure out those names in the first place? It\'s not like Heaven\'s Will hands out a guidebook."

"They didn\'t exactly stumble upon them overnight. Ancient scholars experimented for centuries. The prevailing theory is that they used lost spiritual techniques to attune themselves to that realm. Through that connection, they isolated the symbolic representation—what we now call a sigil. That sigil becomes the \'name\' of the realm in Heaven\'s Will\'s language."

Kain leaned forward, intrigued. "So sigils are more than just symbols. They\'re... words in the language of Heaven\'s Will?"

"Exactly," Serena said, her voice steady despite her exhaustion. "Think of sigils as the written language of Heaven\'s Will. Each one represents something specific—a realm, an object, a force. But here\'s the interesting part: humans sometimes create sigils that Heaven\'s Will didn\'t originally recognize. If enough intent, belief, or spiritual power is poured into a symbol, Heaven\'s Will can adopt it. From that point onward, the sigil becomes the universal representation of what it stands for."

Kain\'s thoughts drifted to his star space. "So if I wanted to create a sigil for something new. The symbol just needs to be recognized by the will of the world to gain any real power?"

Serena nodded. "Exactly. It\'s rare, but it happens. And once Heaven\'s Will acknowledges a sigil, it becomes permanent."

Serena stretched and yawned, her exhaustion finally catching up with her. "I think I\'ve done enough work for one day," she said, packing up her stuff to leave. "I\'ll head back to the dorm. Are you coming?"

Kain shook his head, "I\'m interested in these sigils. I think I\'m going to study them a little more before heading back."

Serena hesitated, "Many sigils have immense power and unpredictable effects when combined…don\'t go crazy with studying them and accidentally blow up your lab."

Kain smirked faintly. "No promises."

Shaking her head, Serena left, leaving Kain alone in the quiet lab.

His thoughts returned to Pangaea—the name he had given the planet in his star space. As the \'Heaven\'s Will\' for that planet, couldn\'t he also create a corresponding sigil for it?

However, if he was going to create a sigil for his planet, he didn\'t want to just make a simple one casually. It would represent the planet and everything within it, so enough thought should be put into it.

Kain checked-out a thick book from the library. Thankfully as a researcher, his card had access to the building even after its opening hours.

The book\'s spine was worn and its pages filled with sketches of commonly used sigils. He flipped through it slowly, studying the shapes, patterns, and meanings of each one. He needed to ensure his design didn\'t overlap with any existing sigils, as that could lead to confusion—or worse, interference when he made an array.

He set the book aside and pulled out a clean sheet of paper.

\'It needs to be elegant, but not overly complex,\' Kain thought. \'I want it to be recognizable, but also practical to carve.\'

He began sketching, his hand moving with careful precision.

The sound of pen scratching against paper filled the room. Occasionally, it\'d be interrupted by the sound of him crumpling and chucking the paper with the disliked designs to the floor.

"This is it!" Kain decided after finally creating a design he was relatively satisfied with.

The base of the sigil came to him quickly: a large circle meant to symbolize the planet itself.

Within the circle, Kain added a smaller circle, slightly off-center, representing the single massive supercontinent of Pangaea.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He then drew a vertical line bisecting the smaller circle. This line, he decided, would symbolize the Tree of Life itself—one of the most important features of the planet, and what was largely responsible for life to develop so quickly.

Finally, he added four small stars, evenly spaced, placed in the 4 cardinal directions. They could not only represent the 4 creatures supposedly created by the golden dragon Aurem in the legends, each of which was responsible for a direction, but they\'d also represent the 4 stars currently orbiting Pangaea.

The moment, Kain developed a sigil he was satisfied with, the change happened almost instantaneously.

The parchment began to glow faintly, the lines of the sigil lighting up with a golden hue. Kain felt a pulse of energy radiate from his star space, resonating with the design. It was as if Pangaea itself was acknowledging the sigil, accepting it as its own.

He placed the parchment carefully on the workbench, his mind already racing with possibilities.

\'Now the real work begins,\' he thought.

Kain wasn\'t confident in being able to completely carve an array while abiding by his desire to not blow up the lab…

Therefore, using a simple pen and paper without any spiritual power embued into it, Kain began to draw some drafts of the array carved into the Nihilrat.

However, referencing the array that targeted the underworld realm, Kain modified it slightly to target Pangaea.

Once he copied it down, his confidence grew and he decided to attempt carving it for real using one of the enchanted pens Serena had left on the workbench.

Not wanting to accidentally kill a living thing, he carved it into a chair in his lab. Within moments, the chair exploded into a shower of splinters that closely resembled a shrapnel bomb.

Thankfully, Gabriel was far away. Even as a 4-star beast tamer with a strengthened body, the blast was strong enough to cause numerous deep cuts to Kain. If an ordinary person were nearby, the result would have been disastrous.

\'I think I\'ll just wait for Serena to come back…\' Kain thought, as he set about the painful process of removing the numerous splinters lodged deep into his flesh and healing his open wounds.