"Are you deaf, or do I have to repeat myself twice? For if it were up to me, I see nothing in front of me that I would adress as Sir." He looked at Takeo, his face stoic and calm, his eyes reflecting the coldness of a blizzard.
"No matter. Welcome to Aleisterch. I am Alviss Vidar, a member of the Wyvern Warden corps."
Takeo looked at him, taking in his appearance. His hair black as night, his eyes a hue of rare blue, his suit made to fit him and his work perfectly as the colours were blended together. A blue attire with white creme coloured collar and sleeves, not a single button in them as well. Taking in a closer look, the only dark shade of colour that comprised of his attire was his pants, a shade of black so dark it seemed to be devoid of light itself.
What caused Takeo to be alarmed was a scythe that hung from Alviss's waist, it was small, too small to be condemned as a weapon. He felt a tinge of fear just by looking at Alviss, his legs trembling. Just by looking at him, he felt that his aura emitted authority, discipline, and malevolence.
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Alviss leads Takeo down a strange corridor, attempting to look through the translucent surface, only to be met with the indigo coloured energies, zipping everywhere across the surface, as well as odd streaks of white, stars that have been distorted that they had turned into mere streaks of white.
"Hey, Alviss, what are these?" Takeo asked as he began to reach for the surface of the corridor, before the sturdy hand of Alviss immobilises him, a stern face looking at the teenager, before turning away and continued walking.
"Young Sir, what we are walking on is a quantum dimension shifting tunneller, or a dimensional tunnel. As long as we remain within its confines, this artificial construct will protect us from being harmed by our travelling through dimensions, eleven of them to be exact. Using Schrodinger's theorem, as well utilising the Feymann's sum, which is what they are called in your world, time and space have no effect on us, and it will appear to others that we have teleported." Alviss explained, trying to not show his irritation towards Takeo while he walked.
Takeo's mind was elsewhere after listening to Alviss, especially after hearing 11 dimensions. "So...this thing is like a portal?" He asked sheepishly, but then let out a small yelp and he lowered his head in fear, when Alviss turned to look at him. "What do you think?" Alviss responded, his tone cold and irritated, as if he was berating a child for their foolishness.
Suddenly, a small crack could be heard, and the duo followed the sound, and just as they reached it, the crack widened, and became a fracture, that spread rapidly. Alviss then looked at the end of the tunnel, their location visible, but then, it was replaced by nothingness, and then it was replaced by a forest.
Stolen novel; please report.
"It would appear that we have been hijacked, Sir. Come with me, please, and quickly!!" Alviss said as the tunnel was soon flooded with scarlet, and inscriptions ran across its surface. "Damn, they knew we were here to collect you!!"
He retrieved his weapon from his waist, where it turned into dust particles, reforming as a chained scythe. Takeo only had moments to appreciate how blue the sky that they were launched into was, its sheer beauty, before the pull of gravity took hold, pulling them quickly to the ground.
"No, no, I can't just die yet. Noooooo!!" Takeo screamed as the ground rushed towards them, and Alviss clicked his tongue at the noisy and whining it as he threw his scythe toward Takeo, moving in defiance of known laws of physics, and wrapped its chain around Takeo, its blade hooking itself on one of its chain's links without wounding Takeo, and Alviss pulled him towards himself.
"Tch, don't you ever know when to just shut up? Be silent, as this fall is of trivial matter to us." He declared, throwing three orbs into the sky that stopped in mid-air, as if they had hooked themselves into the sky itself, and followed the duo's trajectory as they fell, quickly spinning around them in a perfect circle, generating an invisible force that slowed their descend, then launched them towards the ground at supersonic speeds without creating a sonic boom, and landed, their landing completely silent.
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"Wilhelm, what are you doing?" One of his comrades asks. "I was checking to see whether our progress with the ritual that we had used in the alteration of their course was successful or not. It turns out that we are successful, and since the ritual was experimental, I was skeptical as to its effectiveness towards them."
He replied, standing on the branch of a tree, a smile etched on his face as they had finally achieved their objective. He touched the hilt of his sword unconsciously, going over the plans and preparation needed for this operation. He gripped it tightly, the memories washing over him, and gripped the hilt even tighter, the pain it caused awakened him.
"Are you alright, Wilhelm?" His comrade asked again, and he nodded. When he realised who it was that they had to fight against, he swallowed, and felt cold sweat forming on his forehead. Alviss Vidar, the renowned Paladin. The Silver Death. He shook his head vigorously as his comrade looked at him with worry to clear his mind.
"Onwards, my comrades!! To finish what we have started!!" Wilhelm cried out, chanting a command that turned his sword into a halberd, and jumped out of the Qward that had kept them concealed from sight.
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Alviss had only managed to balance himself, and gripped his scythe, reprogramming its nanites, and remade it into the shape into the scythe of the grim reaper, as well as intricate symbols and lines around the handle, the blade glinting under the sunlight. He blinked, bringing up the interface built into the contact lenses that he had wore and scanned his surroundings, and detected an enemy moving towards him at extreme speeds, and reacted just in time to catch the attack with his scythe.
Sparks were ignited as their blades connected with each other, and as their eyes connected, it took Alviss a moment to realise who it was. "Wilhelm Weiss. The executioner of Karlgestia."