Reality was cracking. With each step Escia took, another ripple in the air shouted out. It was as if the entire world was screaming for help, begging the two not to continue. But even the world knew that it couldn’t stop them.
Escia had no face, had no body, but had a soul. With every person he killed, he took the form of that person. Escia’s current appearance was that of a tall, well-defined man with a long white beard and white hair, freshly prepared in a topknot. His clothes were tattered and ripped, blood all over his body; it was beginning to dry by now.
Escia looks towards the endless sea of dead bodies and cracks in the air. The battlefield used to be a large, snowy mountain but has since turned into an ocean, then back to the snowy lands and the sea. That’s how powerful the two were, as they slaughtered the entire world without rest. The man would stand in front of another man with black and white static where a person's face would be. His body was self-made, created by the energy around all of them.
“How long…?” Asked Escia, accidentally stepping on a dead man’s head, crushing it into a bloody pulp. The brain splattered and washed away into the sea. “How long must we search? Five worlds now. FIVE…!” The man would fall to the ground on one knee. Holding his chest as he coughs blood. Some blood landed on the cracks, slowly appearing out of thin air.
“Escia, you...!” The other man with the static face steps back, yet no water splashes. Escia smiles, more blood dripping down his bottom lip.
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‘Yes. I’ve become mortal.” He looks up to meet the static-faced man. “I’m tired, Sizia. I am tired of this same cycle of repeated failure. How many more lives do we have to create to destroy them? What's even the point of creating more worlds? In the end, it’s all for nothing… It always is!”
“You fool. Becoming mortal? Have you lost your mind!? After this world Is destroyed, you’ll die with the rest of them. Is that truly your wish?” Escia nods. Not an ounce of regret on his now mortal face.
“I cannot go on… I cannot create more worlds to destroy them.” He laughs to himself, his hands touching the stream of water. The sea is now a mixture of blood and guts, the natural blue color slowly fading… No, it was all fading. The ground slowly becomes white, the water draining. The sky dispersed, leaving cracks in the sky as if rifts were being created. Soon, the two were standing on nothing. The bodies disappeared as well. It was as if the world was a fresh slate of paper, unwritten.
“So you’ve done it.” Escia says, nodding his head in acceptance. “Why…? Why create another? For what purpose?” “To find what I’m looking for.” Said Sizia, staring down at the mortal man. A god-like him had nothing to say to Escia anymore. In his eyes, he’d abandoned the pact. He was just an extra now, ready to be washed away and disappear once the new world was created.
“I see… You are still chasing that hope. Very well. Before you create what's yours, I have one last thing to say.” Sizia raised a brow, cracks appearing on the other man’s face as if it was showing two sides to him. “Create the new world in my name… Nobody will know what happened here. Nobody will know what we did for this new world to become something. But name the world after me… Let my legacy live on.”
Sizia would nod his static head. Although his dear friend was now a mortal, the memories and tales the two went on were unmatched. And so, with a quick snap of the finger… Escia was born.