Interlogue
Second Regard Realm
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The edge began to crumble at his intentional pressuring step, the tip of the man's foot was angled at the horizon of the substrate fortification.
Since Xsythanus had gone the power of the earth had been reduced slowly back to its original state of dirt. And the rolling hills is close to reunioning at the other side once again.
Despite how powerful the work of the Creator and the Apostle is, the age of time have always outlived everything known and unseen existence.
Dycion could see the alloy structure of the buried frame of the wall from the worn edged. He didn't want to fiddle with the decaying wall but at least he could cover up the exposed metal.
Observing the land beyond the wall again, he leaped off to the lower ground and sweep up a patch of dirt and flew back up.
"Thou has ever been restless."
The person crouching besides him on the ledge mentioned blankly.
Flourishing from the ancient war-field were the rare larva of Tibia worms that would burrow into the very thing of its name. Even if the flood of blood had dried up several seasons ago, few still inhabitant the plains before the dry-lands.
They don't wiggle on the surface of the ground but it seems they're now. It was a strange sight.
Travelling back to his village, the winged person followed with a stern look fixated on his face. Even though his eyes were dead, he gave a chilling vibe that made the expression of his eyes blazed.
Dycion saw this and couldn't help but sight behind his knuckles. The man's face was a rare sight of reality, an expression rarer.
"What do ya on a'bout S'coden?"
Secoden shook his head to rid off his prophetic vision. Staring deeply into Dycion's retina's, his sharp-edge grin vanished as quickly as it opened.
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"Travelling Eldrs tunnel contacted the slumbered ."
Secoden vanished under the moment of a blink.
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Decending. Ascending. Frozen or ever drifting in the blind. Young man, old child. Forsaken loved Loskai. Will you die for me?
Can you hear the silence? Can you see the darkness in this void? Can you feel how close of distances you are? How accomplish you are as dirt, to be trot on again and again. For the living beings from plant to animal.
When..... When are you so desperate despite eager to please yourself for others.
Why do you go on?
The whispers whispered to the Whisperer so he could hear. Loskai drifted forevermore in the frictionless space.
Nothing stopped him yet all the lost spirits tired to hold him back to no avail. Darkness continued.
Behind Loskai, waves of flaked peeled off his skin, the furthest completely disintergrated thinner out of reality.
The void kept eroding the surface of his body silently, painlessly. Not a drop of blood spilt when layers and layers fell away.
Loskai's conscious was dimmering as he stayed unmoving. He could barely feel anything from his neck down, the posion had yet to immerse his brain.
From his sight he could see nothing, not because his eyes were closed but rather he had none to keep his eyes protected. Blur and molecules drizzled in his view, white particles of his eyes disappearing.
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Out from the oblivion emerged a skeletal hand that reached towards Loskai's life vessel.
Wavering at him restlessly, following him in the enternal drift it could not get any further than a foot under him.
A petrifing shierk of wilder, unclear intention came from behind the bone arm.
C-CRACK
Amidst the space stood Secoden, a tall grey man. The blood curdling scream shrink off back into the deep dark as it's broken arm sunk.
Secoden unrestrained bleak hair spread outwards without the gravity of the physical world, nor did his wings existed. However, Secoden moved freely unlike the lifeless motion he was glaring at.
Scanning Loskai, he closed his eyes and waited patiently till something crept out from his skin. Sections of his body began the darken and change ruggedly. From a part of his neck and torso. Around the left side of his head. And his hands were evolving. Then his right eye peeked.
Bursting a blinding beam of light across the whole void was a baby blue nova sun dancing with two tiny stars.
The light's trajectory lasered through Loskai's skull. Particals blazed through the beam and highlighted his injuries like wet sand, ever so slightly regenerating the damage from the void.
'Rise false survivor. Undo your making.'
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