Whispering about, drowning below water, souls sky darken as blurred versions by water touching the eyes, ears rings in pain with inadequate pressure.

Voice echos deep in the abyss distorted by demonic essence sulking the depth of hell souls

“Love me, love me, love me.”

The sounds, that sounds, that stare of deaths.

Opening one eye the skies were shallowly by the passing stars, bright and small dots filter in the skies light, the lands around brightened by the moons up above, as thoughts far away, The star shuffles to eyes far by years apart from ours.

All apart, the lands frozen by white and mist all arounds the farlands, with the dirts painted with white dust, with grass is white, deaths echo throughout, the eyes still watch the skies with silences screaming about, rigging illusion is only the heartful.

His heart, bolting, veins constrict, breathing with the air mixture of low oxygen as if breathing in the cold mountains.

“I, I need to get out!” With it he slowly walks to whatever in front of him that is covered by mist. With such his shoulder bleeds to the white grass, painting the white canvas with red and colours with each step, his bones are shown with ripped skins and clothes, with expanding mist changing very fast, only trail of red that follows but as the sense of meaninglessness absorbs in. an eyes watches beyond the mist with shatters coiling texture to the eyes, looking to him from the mist. He stops the views similar to that point as suddenly, he has a rifle on his hand, a gun, a Kalashnikov at hand, fully loaded, with sudden blood and bodies around him, his frankton sensations, his views blurred as the eyes follow to.

He takes a shot with automations of machines, lighting all in front of him, echoes about the eyes hear all the loud shells fire upon the echoes chambers, his ear bleeds and with breathing strongly with each bullet move upon. The target, that view, that thing, that monster.

All quiet, the echoes stop, the rifle is gone, as then the eyes move closer to Lite with his ears still bleeding, slowly moving back his posture wrong and unbalanced, dropping to the grass with red painted blades.

There it moves closer as he stands up, his fate is near laughs as nothing can hear it, nothing can listen, only that thing.

Laughter continues, as then, he rushes to the eyes, with slight tears move to the outside breeze without realise he pull out the knife pocket, pulling it out in a ready position and rush in the mist with the eyes coming close, with the mist thicken he took a swing, but the eyes disappear, only then the mist was back to normals far distance. You now see it with a different eye, colours of red and bright pink pupil, with red hair, as he narrowly missed the swing he then rushed to her and pushed her to the ground, with the soft ground hitting her back like bricks. With him up top of her, his knife standing close to her necks, as she breathes strongly.

“Take the charge, kill her”

That voice echoes in his head, his heart starting to shallow on, as he looks up with the eyes that watches, with billions to trillions of eyes watching, the skies are almost filled with nothing but dotted in a dark background.

“What, I’m I doing here where the fuck I’m I…” With it standing on top of her, he slowly pull away the knife as she has her hands ups while laying to the grass, the clothes is nothing but like a wedding lingeries, with culture ornament that differ from earth, with her breathing strongly, Lite feeling the pulses dangerously fast on her arms as he hold, he slowly get up from her with the silence continue and the mist still viewing faraway.

Lite walks away from her a bit, as she slowly gets up and brushing off the dust she collected on her dress, he walks away from her, strongly taking a long breath, with the bleeding shoulder suddenly gone and his ear as well stop bleeding, with only the ripped cloth what’s left.

He looks behind him where she is standing, looking at him with such a strange dress, as his head spins as if deja-vu was struck.

“I feel like I’ve been here before and why are you here with that.. Clothing choice..”

She just looks about, but as then, she speaks, the language is German but Swedish with slavic sounding, adding japanese tone, dialect of an alien and gibberish, with her rambles a little with a low tone voice.

Lite Scratches his head on the responds,

“That dialect, that sounds similar to her, I never really care about language, but I should talk about her to this..”

That girl, I feel like I saw her before, and beforehand, she looks similar to a memory long gone, this world is already insane, and this world is just me in a deep hallucination, isn’t it not.. I’m going way deeper, I don’t think a sane man will have this vision while unconscious, did I take pills like before? I doubt it, maybe the drug they put me into. Lite look back at her

With then the voice of the skies came apart, the sound of demonic wrath stopped. It sounds like a man, heavy breathing with chaos in the background.

“Wake up!”

With then, the sense of being lightweight, as then everything blurred out , with his eyes slowly closing, with Lite looking at her, counting her hands, as then she lowly wave to him

He smirks.

“Hah, who the hell is she…” With them his eyes darken, with them. Spark a sudden pains occurs, all over his body, as if pierce by many swords on his chest, arms, necks, legs, the pain was fast with him unable to scream, opening his eyes only to see nothing but darkness as then the swords felt suddenly push more, he wishes to scream, but nothing can hear it even to him, silence is only the options, as then, his eyes from tears around, the same feeling as those before.

This feeling, needling stab as my skin breaks on each contact, as it bleeds to the dark abyss, drinking all I had, It’ hurts.

With him, he awakens from the dark terrors.

Opening his eyes, his voice mumbles about with exhaustion as the phantom pains still lingers. With it, his eyes lowers, falling to a deep sleep for this, as with a voice of a girl, talking

“You alived? It should get better.”

With it bright lights combust into his eyes, but with his mind calming down with the sound of chaos, he passed out of consciousness.

“What did you do?”

Smith asks in a stoic face while on top of her, his arm is wrapping on her neck with a knife at hand, in a deadlock position, as she grunted with each strengthful press.

“What is the reason, tell me..”

With her eyes clawing with watchful eyes looking on the ceiling without further oxygen intake, her mind twisted about, the sound echoes of his word in her mind.

With it, Smith let out his final strength gripping her tighter with her eyes formed liquid as she gasped every second of it. As then, Smith lowers his pressure and lets go of her with the sudden comfort, she coughs with saliva dripping about the floors and breathing heavily, with Smith getting off her and standing in front of her looking down.

“Now we have to talk to the commander about this, she might be crazy over this and probably call you for a dishonourable Discharge.. “

With him thinking around he looked down at Lite with a girl in uniform and fully gear, as some part is soaked in blood on part of her face with the blood painted the white jacket, with her hand on Lite shoulder as alchemical aura and light comes from her palms.

She slightly looked at smith as

She asked

“If you want to say anything, I come early from that cave which always has those hell spawns. I wonder how command will react to this, didn’t she meet Lite yesterday before moving?

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With smith reply having a smudge look “Her little nepotistic pet is so precious, she says she knew him from his father or something didn’t really cared. Did you ask her about it, Klashar?”

With her looking back to Lite deadweight face with letting a sigh

“You should have asked her about it, I was on a mission with a leader back then, maybe you should pay attention to people emotions”

Ah she lectures me as always, I’m always wrong or that my management skill is not good, at least she has no bad intentions, maybe a bit too worried about unrelated things all the time, always trying to babysit me and always talk about it, and yet I’m the senior here. Does she even know much about me?

With it Smith walks to the coughing girl, squatting and looking at her, as then he deeply sigh, looking up with his mask still on and helmet as if ready for combat, as then, he ask

“Tell me your reason. I’ll listen.” Maybe choking her was a horrible Idea. Hopefully Lite wont lecture me about morals.

With her slowly breathing after all that, she slightly took a breather, with her sitting on the floor while slightly looking at lite, she looked with eyes lowered to the ground, and a natural face. With slightly shivering of her body.

Klashar then says to her on the side

“No worries, he won’t do it again, trust me.”

The Audacity of her, but she's right, I need to be calmer..

She looks to Klashar and back to you, she couldn't make eye contact, but she spelled the words, quiet and undertone.

“ I-I can't, can't remember anything. I woke up on, the bunker, and the leftover magic on that place, it’s aura is similar ”

Smith and Klashar listen to the story represent by her, with

Smith asked, “Aura? I barely see any psychotic magic from him, because he is Charles, his eyes never glow. I do feel a little salty that he was picked like it was special, but I doubt he is anything too reliable.”

That's right, he was just a normal person, the only normal person here, class charlie is a recurring theme on the division headquarter, when a human enters this world, they would have a seizure which they call the planktonic effect. But the leader said, he was also affected, but never got into detail as lite was still in the effects of it, he might have information on his vitals. At this point, this girl suddenly attacked him, and although he didn't remember her or even care, he took care of her, and he got smacked by an ice ray from her. It would be very lucky if she is still alive after command notice the chaos.

I have gone overboard, I almost killed the new members, not a good look and will probably scar this new colleague for most of the time, maybe showing that side of me is bad, especially targeted towards the members. I should focus on myself more.

He sigh as the rooms was just engulf by the sounds of the ceiling fan, and a small ice patch on the side of the rooms ceiling, with smith moving to the sitting girl, even if he still wore the black mask and goggle, he eyes wrinkle to her

as he lowers to her height as speak

“You can use the beds to stay calm, after Klashar tender and leave you be. I will send some food on the doors, but you will not be cuffed and free to use the bathroom. It's on the left hallways, there is a sign. I’ll go now.”

With his talks, he walks out with slow stomping on the woods, so as to not make much noise by each step of him.

Opening the wooden doors, with him closing it slowly.

She stands up as looking to klashar, tending to Lite wounds, her hands glow with mystically auras, but it still continues to bleed on.

Looking to klashar, she decides to lay on the messy beds, with her face stuck to the walls looking like trances, laying there while the fan spins arounds.

Shit, this frost is very good at the damage, hard to heal it, every place has sharp ice needles that keep on stabbing the vein every time I heal it, I’ll need to wait for the small needles to melt. She looks beside her, there laying a girl, eyes closed.

I don’t know her background much, but this is definitely not normal, she was supposed to be the healer along with Lite as physical medics, but here I am having to do this, i’m never good at this.

With droplet coming from her face and head, even the cold mountains couldn't cool down the beating hearts, as the she stops with the healing, as the ball orbs slowly cease to exist and faded to the airs, with small bleeding suddenly occurs throughout, she comes close to Lite mouth, listening in, his berthing is nocturnal and calm, with her, pulling out a bandage and antiseptic on her bloody vest with white camos on, customise just for her. She wraps around lite body, little amount of fats and not much muscles.

“Huh, he just woke up, we never really served him yet, he must be hungry but not notice it, now I guess I’ll need to wait for Commander to come back”

Each wrapping around his large wounds, the bloods fade as each layer is added, with the last rope, she knots it to the end, with the bleeding stop appearing from the bandage she slowly stands up, brushing off her vest by swiping her hands to it. With her moving towards the door, last look at the girl on the bed.

As then she walks out of the room, closing the door lightly.

The silence was all heard, the ceiling fans rumbled on as the snow storm gust over the windows, with her kicking her legs to the beds, bored and with nothing to accomplish, just waiting for the death sentences.

I almost killed someone, I wish I can help her, but the smell, is the same as the last time on the snowstorm,

but they say he was a new recruit, impossible. Maybe, if so, I should help the one in need. But him standing there, my pulse is wrinkle with chaos, but..

She wakes from the beds and sit on the side of the beds, with her eyes facing him, laying there breathing with nocturnal rhythm, as then she put her feets to the wooden boards, with her first step on it, the board is well made, as there’s no after sound on the step, with her other legs pushing on the board, as the same sounds, nothing.

She slowly walks towards him, with her heart beating every so slightly tense atmosphere as she wonders if she wants to kill him here or run from it, with each step.

With his body laying there, she closes to him, the wrapping is still on as the bandage is still intact, as then she lowers to him.

I’m here looking at him, I can kill him now and remove my fear, but what did he do to deserve it? I need to stop being like this, I don’t want him to see my face, I doubt he will ever want to know me, let alone talk to me, he will be scared of an idiot like me, that’s right, but I will help him before that time comes..

With it, she reaches her hands to his shoulder, with it, she spelled the word

“Oh light of judgement, all great knowing, by blessed by heart and souls, heal the wound of the undead, and revert the old once more, healing by light”

With it, a small shine occurs on her hands, as it forms many strange marking on her hand resembling a triangles, as then, with it unwrapping the tied knot bandage, and discarding to the side, revealing the expose wounds, as there some necrosis starting to develop beside it as the result of the cold ice needles killing the cell within, as then, the light from her hand shines brighter, with hitting the expose skin, with it, the skins starting to develop, with each slice of it quickly develop on the dead necrosis and replacing it. As then the wounds started to be smaller and smaller, as then one minute passed by, with the light still shining.

As the skin patches up the last exposed skins, her head feels the spins and orbit around her, the pains occur inside her head as this continues.

As the last patch was completed, the light suddenly shone dimmer, until it stopped, with the strange marking glowing in white light was gone.

She breathes faster, with her head spins all around and pains all over her head.

I overextend myself, reverting rotted and dead matter is extremely harder than damage but living cells and skins, my head feels hurt, I might have used it too much.

With her slowly walking back to her beds, the door suddenly opens. It was Klashar, with a gun in hand, glock series pointed at the girl, with klashar comment

“Wow, you did well, that should persuade the commander a bit, not guaranteed of course, and light magic? You are the new cadet, a healer per se. Lite, the one you heal is a physical medic, class charlie and can’t use magic, as Smith commended on it.”

“ I heard the spell casted, I ready up my sidearm to kill you, but the sound, it was a light magic, hidden gem I see. Well then, here's the meals Smith cooked up.”

With her rambles stop, she holsters her firearm and squat beside the door, as she comes in with two plates of rice and chicken currys, the rice plentiful and the currys volcated all over, overflowing it, with two spoons beside. She place it on the desk of each,

“That is rice curry, is very good taste, use the spoons, you should try out our cuisine, anyways, you need to relax until commander comes back, goodluck” With her continues down the doorways, as then the girls sit quietly on the beds, no sounds, no reply, just peace.

Was healing him the right thing to do, even if I did try to attack him, she would have long shot me before, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wish I could do better really.

As then she takes the plates, and eats it with her hands, hot and spicy, it was nothing but Euphoric thereafter.

As rumbles on, loud and unclear, helicopter flying to the thick snowstorms, inside there were many soldier in white camos, heavily armed and geared, with the seat on the side, there was a soldier, with a tag beside him “051”

Inside the helicopter with the floors that spill blood by the entrances, with a squad of soldiers sitting around, quiet and absent of mind.

A sound can be heard from 051 headsets, a sound of a woman at the end of the radio

“Josh, 053 klashar here, new recruit, Lite and Estelle are confirmed in somewhat good condition, we have some problems here and there, but it’s solved. That’s it”

Josh face smug a little, with the black balaclava and white goggles tint on,

“Good, we lost three on the exfil.”

With The radio silent a little as then they reply “Rest for them, they serve well.”

With the helicopter continuing flying, panning over, three seats, empty and dry, as blood on floors is painted in the smell of dying cells.