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should
be reaching cluster 32 soon now. We’re almost at the space
gate.”
     
    Ion thanked the
man and sat back against his seat, feeling a dull mass of boredom
settle over him.
     
    Still in
cluster 54 … reaching cluster 32 soon … almost at the space
gate.
     
    Cluster 32 and
54 were just two of the 72 star clusters present in the
spectrum(the known portion of their galaxy, but a mere speck inside
of it). The star clusters were imaginary spheres spread inside of
which were a hundred planets and ten stars. The 72 star clusters
formed what was called as the inner spectrum, the portion of the
spectrum carrying almost all known life, and the portion where all
the Republics, Kingdoms and states existed. To shrink the colossal
distances separating the 72 star clusters in the inner spectrum,
each star cluster had what was known as a space gate inside of it.
The space gates were portals connecting a star cluster to the
seventy one others.
     
    Within a minute
or so, Ion saw what appeared to be a gigantic sphere like entity
formed completely of violet light appear in front of the ship. The
space gate seemed to be composed purely of violet light, looking
somewhat like a violet coloured mini star. The rim of the space
gate expanded across Ion’s window as the cruiser soared towards it.
And as they entered the violet sphere, for a blinding moment the
world seemed engulfed in a flare of brightest violet.
     
    Then, as the
light died, the cruiser was emerging from the other side of the
same violet spherical entity. However, they had just crossed
billions of miles, and the space gate they were emerging from was
that of a different star cluster. They had just teleported from
cluster 54 to cluster 32, and across an unmassed distance that
could have otherwise taken hours of transport.
     
    An announcement
drew Ion’s attention, informing them that they had just emerged in
cluster 32, and that the destination planet, Sacrogon, was a few
minutes away.
     
    “That was
fast,” Ion commented, turning to the Iveling on the neighbouring
line of seats. “If only we had space gates connecting us to the
outer spectrum.”
     
    The Iveling
looked up from his magazine, staring at Ion with a slightly
intrigued look. “What d’you wanna go to the outer spectrum for?
That place is no good and the whole world knows it.”
     
    The outer
spectrum, the outer portion of the spectrum that came beyond the
inner spectrum, was unorganised, mostly lifeless region. Ion knew
that the tone of foreboding the man spoke with was owing to the
fact that the outer spectrum was deemed a dangerous, unnatural
place. Which people avoided. There were numerous reasons for this,
but the primary one was that fugitives, or those fleeing from
prosecution in the inner spectrum, were usually found hiding in the
outer spectrum. Thereby making it a dangerous place which was
generally kept away from.
     
    “I’ve been
there.” said Ion, sitting sideways on his seat. “To the outer
spectrum.”
     
    The man lowered
his magazine, his attention now shifting fully to Ion. “Yeah?” He
spoke softly, as though afraid he might be put behind bars for
talking about the outer spectrum. “Did you- err,” He hesitated.
“Did you happen to meet any of … them ?”
     
    “Who?” asked
Ion, though he had a faint idea he already knew.
     
    The man’s
whisper crawled softer. “Mystics of course.” He swept a look about
him, clearly afraid to be caught talking about a topic that incited
such fear among people. And a topic that had caused too much
agitation in their world, over millennia.
     
    Mystics were
men whose minds transcended the level of regular ones, thereby
giving them supernatural strengths and powers. They were hunted
down and prosecuted heavily inside of the inner spectrum. Condemned
by the Kingdoms and states of the inner spectrum, along with the
Naxim, a powerful anti terror organisation, the mystics still
surviving had all fled to the outer spectrum. And they were