The earth rumbled in succession as countless grey-skinned creatures charged towards a mist of scarlet grains. Scattering the phenomenon, it spread from miles away. The sandy red complemented the sea of blood at the centre of the crimson sandstorm. As the strong scent of blood was exhaled and permeated the vast surroundings, the movements of the grey-skinned humanoids turned more erratic and savage.
*Skreeee*
A whimper was heard and a body with missing limbs and head was violently thrown out of the bloody mist.
"Yes, yes, I'm a monster. Shut your mouth and let me send you to heaven."
Despite the ruthless slaughtering they experienced, the grey creatures kept swarming in the sandstorm, blinded by their wrath. Flowers of crimson bloomed and nurtured the dry lands, while a few screams of pain resonated.
A man came out of the sandstorm. His deep black eyes scrutinized the countless creatures before him. His look pierced in their very soul, some halted their movements, while others unwilling to listen to their survival instincts launched their spears at the Black haired man.
"Master, why don't we switch places? I watch while you deal with them, what do you think?"
Half closed eyes looked at an elevated platform in the sky. Seamlessly floating above the carnage below, its pallid material lightly glowed under the moonlights. As if to answer the man's question, a large object was sent and hit the sandy floor next to Blake. Looking at the big bone, he sighed.
"You know I cannot do that."
Blake knew that she was right, after training, or rather getting beat to a pulp by the woman, they started to move towards the next border. In Blake's terms, it was as if he was a lvl 1 in a video game and was carried through a whole dungeon run by a lvl max. Small needles would revolve around her body, and occasionally leave the duo and then come back later, and each time a new exotic body fluid was added to the needles.
However, arrived at the last destination, was a tribe called the Veft. Humanoids, grey skinned and with a very feral temperament. They are not particularly strong but because of the particularities of the rules of this realm, Blake felt the want to just bulldoze through them and brute force his entry to the next environment.
However, the rules imposed by the Wargod reigned supreme in this world. And so, if he wanted to leave this place, he had to annihilate a whole tribe. Even the platine haired woman herself could do nothing about it because of the rules.
"I don't mind killing, but why the whole tribe? Why even the females and children,?" Asking to seemingly no one, he received an answer nevertheless.
"Arcturus." Aelith said and Blake understood.
"Of course, Arcturus."
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Having told Blake about Arcturus' personality made Blake despise the Wargod. But as the one who read the book of this reality, he despised him even more. The current trial involved the total annihilation of a tribe so as to pass to the next environment.
War is about eliminating what might pose a threat to you, past, present or future. That was what the young transcendant heard after nearing the border. Blake found it stupid, what was the point of such a thing? To show him the horrors of a battle? That anybody can be an enemy, even defenseless newborns?
*Sigh*
He stretched his arms and suddenly propelled himself towards the hordes of Veft. A bloodbath conducted by lightning ensued. Heads were lost in quick succession as the man ran deeper into the enemy hordes. Rudimentary houses were blown and burned by the unholy lightning. Screams of children, screech of indignations from a mother embracing the head of a husband, tears of hatred flowed as grey pupils of wrath looked at a man shrouded in purple lightning.
"I hate this, system, they remind me of world War 3."
The man slaughtering a tribe had a stone cold face, but in his mind, unrestrained anger exploded. He was angry, angry of his weakness, of himself. If he was stronger, maybe he would have found another way. Regrets merged with wrath and he mindlessly continued the execution. If he had a little more SP, maybe he could have found something that would help him avoid this situation
He knew that there wasn't, but he didn't want to admit it. He asked the system and Aelith alike, but neither gave promising alternatives that he could afford.
[It was not the Host's fault]
[And it is not his fault at the moment]
[Host has to stay strong]
The robotic voice exclaimed and the man listened.
"I swear I'll torture that piece of sh*t."
As darkish as the night, pupils glowed an iridescent purple and with each enemy approaching they guided the slaughterer towards his next prey.
Aelith looked at the execution below and sighed.
'He is still a youngling after all.'
She glanced one last time, and closed her eyes once again.
*Skreeee*
A grey child holding a blunt knife madly ran towards the murderer and pounded on the latter. Blake looked at her and understood her scream of despair.
"You killed Mama!!"
The man's heart hardened by countless battles sighed at the sight of the child. He saw many of these kind of things in his past life. Despairing children looking at their family's members life slowly seeping away from their innocent eyes. Then overriden by madness, they would attack with anything they could find. Blake was once hit by rocks from a little girl grieving the parents he killed.
The ex soldier did not have the heart to kill, but another one took the shot. At that time, he looked away, at that time, he did not want to face reality. But now that he sees it again, the same tears of hatred, the same small build, he did not want to look away, not anymore.
"Sorry, child."
Before she could even react, the Black haired man came before her and touched her chest with his index finger. A small jolt traversed the man and the child. A grey child fell to the ground, and a little heart stopped beating.
*Congratulations, you passed.*
*Continue towards your next objective*
Taking in deep breath, Blake approached the border. He passed through uncountable amounts of corpses, various in shape and size. He looked at the border, then beyond it, where lied a territory of snow and cold. He felt that the invisible barrier that he tried breaking again and again finally vanished. He knew that if he wanted, he could now cross the border.
He looked at it and then turned around. He turned around and saw his master looking at him. She knew, and as her master, it was her role to be here and help her student.
"Come and sit here."
She showed a spot next to her, where the pallid, floating platform floated a few inches from the scarlet grains. The man compiled and moved. Arriving, he sat next to Aelith. The platform then began to soar and move further away from the madness that occured in the now desolated place.
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