In Old Aldurish, 'Urú' had two meanings: first, it meant black, and second, it refered to a poor country engulfed in darkness.

Long ago before The Descent, there was a clan who had an unusual Gift. Members of these clan were born with a unique black eye in which both the sclera and the iris were black. Because of this, the people of that time called them Urú.

The members of this clan didn't like their new name. "We are not a poor country." They said.

They later added 'rú' to the end of the name to make it 'Urúrú'. Many clans saw that as a poor choice because the suffix 'rú' was derived from an extinct Djinn tribe who were wiped out by a plague. It was said the plague happened because of their bad deeds. It was even a taboo to speak of them, why would any clan wanted to change their name to mimic theirs?

But whether changing their name was was a bad choice was still not clear. What was clear was all the clans who had once laughed at Urúrú were now gone. In fact, Urúrú had been in power for as long as anyone could remember. They were the sole owners of the First World and about half of the Second World was theirs as well.

Urúrú had created three Commandments: The Descent, The Jinzidal and The Contract.

Before The Descent, everyone lived on the First World. Urúrú said humans could not live together peacefully in one place. They used the Gift in their black eyes to take everyone down to the six lower worlds.

Before The Jinzidal, countries were allowed to wage war on each other but now wars were prohibited. If you had any problems with any country you had to wait till the end of the year during the annual Jinzidal competition to settle it.

Before The Contract, anyone could tame and enslave any Djinn but now there were restrictions. Every enslavement spell was strictly controlled. The nature, type and race of any Djinn had to be assessed by the ministry before you were allowed to tame it.

The secret Armad just heard was directly related to these three Commandments. It was something that could turn the entire world upside down if revealed.

Armad didn't know what to do with it. Just by knowing it he had put himself in an unspeakable great risk. After a long debate, he decided to keep his mouth shut for two reasons: first, even if he told someone, they would likely not believe him, and second, he didn't want to end the current peace enjoyed by the inhabitants. But just for insurance, he shared the secret with his Djinn and then he implanted it in his soul realm.

He wondered what those two men and woman would do with something like this.

They likely intend to threaten Urúrú with it, um... not possible. He shook his head. Maybe they want to sell it, maybe they want to destroy it...

Wait.. where am I? And when did I changed to this? His brain took in his new environment and his new clothes.

Lightning Flash was a very mysterious spell. It gave him the speed of lightning for a single second. But the distance covered in that single second was unimaginable. Whenever he used the full power of the spell, he ended up lost somewhere. And because of that, he always used a minute fraction of it to move around like a minor teleportation.

This time he wanted to get away as far from Nostalgia and her brothers as possible, and because of that he used the full power of the spell.

He was probably lost somewhere. Thankfully, his body didn't feel hurt so maybe he didn't hit anything hard like the last time.

Time to find the Triple-factor.