> Corruption internal, in a heart meshed but to stone.
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Noot walked out from the Room of Healing, scratching his head in torpor, now clad in new apparel, combining a navy blue trench coat with a sleek black poet shirt, wearing similar pants and boots as before, and with an extra belt strapped diagonally around his lower torso to hold his sword.
"Uh…do you need aid with anything else?,” asked a Jmlehvu with a jitter as she appeared behind him, particularly mannerism notable for an individual new to a role. Something he himself found too obvious. "No. I'm fine.”
"I'm just gonna be on my way now.” He said, turning to her. "Yes!!! Understood…"
"First time?"
"Eh? Uh…yes…" She replied, still keeping her nervous presentation.
"Hmm…well you're alright, but still, one ought be more composed for work like this..” He noted casually with his head and eyes looking to the ceiling. A statement that caused the Jmlehvu to go red-faced, bowing her head in embarrassment.
"But…"
"Your work is most certainly top-notch. (You deserve credit for that.)" He affirmed softly, leaving her lost for words. And looking up to his crown, initially questioning his intent with such words.
But she repressed such thoughts, as her face brightened, gleaming even without a mouth to do so.
"Thank you…" She responded, still bowing her head. But he just shrugged. Then spoke a voice inside his mind, not one of his own. “Noot.”
“David…what's the issue?” He asked with a sharp stare, turning his attention from the Jmlehvu. “Bora told you something at the end of that battle.”
“What was it?”
Noot closed his eyes with a sigh, pondering on the nature of the response he would provide due to its sensitivity.
“All that is absentia…is all that is.”
《A statement of a vague nature.》
“...I see…then–.”
“You and I both know well what that could potentially mean…” Noot swiftly interjected, completely turning his back to the Jmlehvu, who had grown perplexed by his now odd and strange movements. "Um…excuse me?"
"Ah. Apologies. Guess I'll be off now.” "Goodbye…” She said with a bowed head, watching the Arct-nix walk off with a waving gesture.
“Yes. Those words possess one of two meanings: one of the sayings of the hellspawns from Khan…or…” David said, resting back with folded arms and shut eyes.
“The Primordial Ones…”
“And in that instance, it means he likely is…” Noot carried on, heading back to that seating section to meet with allies, with an emboldened conviction and conclusion.
But as he did, so did a figure emerge in the shadows, keeping watch of him from a distance.
This silhouette stepped out of those darkened areas, revealing to be the Kibito Tyrai, who took note of Noot silently and cautiously, with a focused stare of intent unknown, and for reasons unknown.
Elsewhere, Fighter, Hether, Galax, Umbra, and the Amazon Biz, interrogated Oaōsh, who was sat and tied onto a chair with a string of fire, encircled by this group of people. Now taking his true form, one of warped demonic nature, with a pointed scalp and eyes of evil, near-nakedness, and a body marked of the hellish signs, covered in brutal wounds, bleeding of demon blood, and bowing his head as if to avoid questioning. "I highly doubt we'll get much else from this hellspawn.” Umbra noted with a pointed finger, amidst Hether wearing her gloves back onto her now bloodied hands with shut eyes, her clothes also marked with ichor as well. "Well, at least we did get something.”
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"Not to mention…with that information, you guys can draw a few good conclusions.” Biz stated, looking forward idly as Galax turned to face him.
"First. The involvement of the Truest Hell is a definitive factor in these ‘shadow events’, supplying the beings that have been hunting and killing bystanders and a few contestants, as well as the Ahegsı Hhw.” Fighter noted, taking a seat as he raised his right index, sided on either half by Hether and Galax.
"Second. It ties back to the nature of the realms beside the Indiehdt worlds, considering the Halva-rui usage. (And probably a few times too…)" Hether added with a snazzy placement of her wrist on her hip, whereas Umbra and Shinigami nodded behind her in agreement.
Biz added his own input, then turning his eyes for he who was at Hether’s other side. "Third. The general intent for both the Crown of Chaos and Ahegsı Hhw…"
"A grand corruption of The Dome, which could trigger a chain reaction all across some parts of the omniverse…" Shinigami stated, with a voice and body trembling in distress.
"Now what?" Galax asked, immediately followed by Biz and then Fighter in answering. "Report this to the Grandmaster Beings." "Usually I would say why not, but…"
The Sarhun looked to the floor below him, processing his next line of wording alongside the state of the situation. "Bora's role…"
And in a somewhat surprising occurrence, he suddenly disappeared from their midst, and their startlement as a result was profound indeed.
To his own bewilderment also, he found himself in the Field, and atop his earthen platform.
"Uhh…,” muttered Hether, amidst the shock and disbelief carried by the many with her in that room..
Fighter turned around, to see the Criofiend mutant Bbenson, now in his standard lowest form.
《The next enemy is…》
The latter carried his regular chuckled smugly at his foe.
"Seriously…?” Fighter uttered with a tone filled with annoyance, but unsurprised at the present state of things as his eyes went skyward and steam emitted from his mask.
"Your respects." Dgiag instructed, beckoning with his hand.
Fighter followed the instructions, performing a simple martial art bow filled with reluctance.
But Bbenson simply chuckled more, much to the annoyance of the other two within the Field.
Then Dgiag would teleport from the Field, in preparation for the dues to come, leaving both beings behind. But in the background, it seemed as though Fighter took something from a metal pack and placed it on the underside of his forearm.
"BEGIN!!!"
In an instant, the brace activated great power, each of their individual kinds. But, for Fighter, it was greatly unexpected and unequivocal, as it seemed a reactive activation made power surge through his eyes, and gave him a faintly golden air of near inconspicuousness. It proved a shock to a transformed Bbenson, who had gone into his true form once more, and sensed the power Fighter now carried and its unnatural nature.
The two bolted in each other's direction at great speeds, at a rate excessively dependent on themselves, with Bbenson travelling that much faster.
And then they clashed, fist for fist, procuring a gust of wind that projected outwardly with some vigour.
But with swift motion, they carried on their contest, as the aim was an unhindered drive to win this contest. What followed was a battle of martial skill, pitting the combative sapience of the two at odds, and presenting a vast array of punches and elbows and knees and kicks, and throws and locks that centred offensively on either end, that displayed frugality in approach, and measures of versatility in manner.
However, to the utter disbelief of the Criofiend, he was being completely outperformed in both pure combat and physical abilities by his adversary. As the Sarhun was delivering fast-paced, hard-hitting strikes coming from various martial art families sourced from many worldly places, delivering those with a focused intent and driven voraciousness and mental harvest, and barely giving his opponent breathing room, leaving Bbenson to struggle terribly and look amateur in comparison to him.
And then with a final strike of his palm, he forced Bbenson back.
The Criofiend skid across the ground with his feet for a moment, already covered in a few bruises as a result of this confrontation and how it went.
IMPOSSIBLE!!!! The Criofiend thought, gritting his teeth as he looked back up to the one he faced with a searing anger.
Fighter crossed his now spaciously clenched hands, readying and shaping ki in the gaps between his fingers as the Mage Rings of the bangles kind took their regular places on his arms, and rather odd thin “streaks” of darkness began to come from him and move like streams, possessing the demeanour of a driven man, emphasised by and in his eyes…
《The Shadow Hunter begins his rise!!!》
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