(Libertatem 1, 59 / 5:25AM)
(Gwen)
(Gwen’s thoughts) Almost there….
The air crackled and squirmed under the presence of the tall woman with freckles, her legs, and feet pushing her entire body and soul toward the place where she could set things straight. Along her path, the stone floor clicked repeatedly with her boots trembling the insides of the tunnels within.
All around her was nothing but a wide-open underground floor that she ran for miles, her breath soon starting to hitch inside of her throat.
Beneath an electrical output building on the south side of the downtown district, she looked around every corner for a sign that could lead to something. The dining lights overhead were barely enough to shine down on her, the darkness that followed afterward soon overwhelmed her senses, her body drenching in a heap of sweat.
(Gwen’s thoughts) Not the dark…
Her visibility was shrouded, she closed her eyes as her entire body began to glow, her skin radiating light as if she were a glow stick. Swaying her arms back and forth, the strength from within them soon began to loosen as her eyelids started to darken around her pupils.
On the verge of shutting her eyes, Gwen put both of her hands onto the helms of her cheekbones, causing a loud slap that shook all the tunnels that echoed its noise.
(Gwen’s thoughts) Ow! That kind of hurt!
Putting both of her hands back to her running motion, she swayed her head repeatedly with both of her cheeks blistering from the slap of her palms.
Far into the distance, Gwen squinted her eyes upon a blue door that held a sign on the front. On that sign, Gwen analyzed the writing as well as the logo that had within it, which could mean one outcome for her…
(Gwen’s thoughts) There it is!
Already reaching toward the door, Gwen pulled back her right hand as she tightened her body from her chest to her stomach. Her eyes unable to pull away from the door in front of her, she then thrust her right arm forward, her body hunching along with her arm.
Making contact with the door, her knuckles soon broke off its hinges that strapped the door shut, having the door make no other choice but to break free.
Not just break free, but…
It turned the door to a weapon.
A weapon so lethal that the edges caused the wind to let out a piercing scream, traversing the long dark room as old splinters faded away from the force of the speed. With the door hitting the other end of the room, it created a sound loud enough to mimic a literal gun.
(Gwen) So this is it huh?
The room was filled with dust as the entire large room that could fit in seven highly fashioned mansions was cemented in stone and cement. Many pillars held up the upper end of the roof, with one single window that let out the dim light from above.
In front of her was a large storage full of electrical transformers, all lining up single file. Since the transformers were in the middle of the large open room underneath the city, no light was bestowed upon the metal coating that it longed to gleam out.
And on top of the center of the middle transformer, laid a single large rubber cord that connected all the transformers toward the surface, the rubber cord entrance and exit right next to the little window on top. Looking up with her slanted eyes, Gwen analyzed the rubber as its rough and thick insulation caused her to slouch down his head.
(Gwen) This place is huge huh? Guess I better get to work now.
Her boots tingled the air around her as her back began to let out a light shiver. Putting her hands into her jacket’s pockets, she looked around her surroundings as the air around her began to thicken, her palms soon began to let out a bead of sweat.
Her breath not showing in front of her, she ceased walking as she had both of her feet remaining trapped under the glued cement.
As if she was being preyed upon.
Slowly glancing in back of her, Gwen used the corners of her eyes to try to analyze the silhouette that was standing behind her.
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(Gwen) Uh … you could talk to me, if you want?
Letting out a sly smile, the corner of her lips reached toward the height of her left ear, yet it soon started to break.
A bead of sweat rolled down her right cheek, Gwen slowly pulled out both of her hands from out of her jacket, having them motionless to gravity. Moistening her lips to keep them wet and red, she also licked an abundance of sweat that got on top of her upper lip.
(Gwen) H-Hello? Anyone home? Don’t be daydreaming, it’s rude when someone is trying to get your attention.
(???) We’ve been expecting you, Gwen…
The sounds of a cold old voice can be heard.
Arching her head up, she glanced around the room as her eyes peered into every corner that she could see. Along with unneeded earwax prisoned inside of her ears, her hearing soon sprouted open as she let out a huge gulp that reverberated the entire room around her.
And when she was glancing around, she locked onto a young man wearing a gray hoodie.
(Gwen) Hmm …
Upon inspecting the tall young man, she couldn’t even describe his face as it was completely hidden underneath the hoodie. His hands were both inside his casual jacket, along with his black sneakers clamping the cement ground that was beneath him. With his head tilted down, not even the skin of his neck was shown.
Gwen furrowed her brow as she put both of her hands inside her jacket again, letting out a small chuckle.
(Gwen) Are you the old man’s voice that I heard earlier?
The tall young man soon ceased his walking as he laid his covered eyes on her.
His entire body trembling, the young man slowly bent forward and he then spread both of his feet far apart from one another. Since his face was still covered by the overbearing hoodie that he wore, it caused Gwen to clench her stomach. Her eyes soon turned into a glare.
(Gwen) What? Don’t tell me that you’re holding in your laugh right now. I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid!
(???) Honestly, I have no words for you.
The old maleficent voice was soon heard again, along with the air being swollen by the cold that was brought with it.
A drop of sweat was heard only from Gwen herself, as the droplet of sweat stained the cement floor. Her face stiffening, she looked over toward the tall young man again, her eyes still squinting at the tall man who soon pulled out both of his hands from out of his pockets.
(Gwen) Hmm … you’re the only one in this room, so I think you’re the one that is doing that old creepy man voice. Hehe, you should be a voice actor for those cartoons—
(???) That tall man is not me you imbecile!
Gwen instantly turned her head to the right of her.
Her eyes then came into contact with an old man wearing a white robe, his sandals showcasing his wrinkled feet and toes. Looking at his face, she noticed his old and wretched wrinkles that dampened his youth, followed by his green eyes and light green hair.
Letting out a simple “ooh” of curiosity, Gwen clasped both of her hands together as her entire body let out a crumple of relief.
(Gwen) Wow, you look so colorful!
(???) You think I’m colorful!? … she thinks I’m colorful…
His wrinkled face soon letting go, he let in a breath of air inside of his old lungs as his throat let out a raspy groan.
Turning his attention toward the tall young man, the light-haired green old man had both of his hands enclosed into his sleeves as his white robe managed to hide away his skin. His voice commanding, the old man put both of his feet together.
As he tilted his face upward.
(???) Jason, you wanted someone who could keep up with you right? Today’s the day that you could prove it.
(Jason) As you wish.
The old man turned his body around and he then walked off to let the freckled woman and tall man begin their battle.
Finding a little corner, the old man laid his right shoulder onto the edge of it, the sharp edge stabbing his skin despite no blood or cut being bestowed upon the area. Adjusting his body, the old man pushed down his face followed by his entire body loosening as a result of his hiding in the little shadow.
(???) This time Jason, go all out. For our plan to work, we must take out the biggest obstacle on our path.
(Jason) No worries Lazaros, sir. I’ll finish her off in no time.
Jason had both of his palms showcasing outward toward the freckled woman in front of him, his eyes unwavering from the freckles that were plastered onto her face.
As for Gwen, she folded both of her arms and tilted her face to the right, making a cocky stance as she then let out a small chuckle.
(Gwen) Awww~ Let me guess, you’re a curse user right? And it looks like you’re not like Pedro or that lich girl that smells. Sort of similar to Kenichi then huh?
(Jason) Kenichi is nowhere near my level…
Black flaming air caressed both of his hands and arms, rotating it counterclockwise as he then showcased his sinister palms facing the freckled woman.
His entire body was etched with the stench of darkness and death, the hoodie hiding the devil behind its fabric cloth. With the air around him warming up from the black flames that couldn’t light up a candle, the light from all around the room soon started to dim.
Which caused Gwen to glance at the transformers that were in the back of her.
(Gwen’s thoughts) Even if I do get a major boost with those transformers, I could still beat him fair and square here…
Jason slowly started to walk toward the nonchalant Gwen, his black sneakers squealing under the pressure that he bestowed upon them with every step. As Gwen posed with pure confidence, her eyes continued to glance at the back of her, as if someone was whispering inside of her ear.
(Gwen’s thoughts) But I don’t have time for games.
She thrusted her body in the opposite direction of where Jason was, her heels carrying her off the ground as she started to glide in the air.
The air crumbled, her hair swaying.
She glided toward the many transformers that all lined up right at the center, her body, hair, and soul becoming one with the wind.
(Jason) Come here—
In less than two seconds, the edges of her fingertips grazed the vulnerable metal that would turn any human into rotisserie chicken.
Upon making contact with the transformers, a bright light soon bestowed upon both Jason and Lazaros. Leaving them partially blinded by the sight, both of them turned their heads away as they had no choice but to block the light from getting in their eyes.
(Lazaros’s thoughts) Well, things just got a little harder…
Soon after, the entire room was then swallowed up by the yellow light that shined as equal to the sun.