At no signs of stopping or slowing down, the battle started to switch positions, even tho Primavorian was losing soldiers faster than he could replenish, he wasn't slowing down either, half an hour had passed, and the first plan of a long-distance long time battle wasn't working,

From more than 2 thousand to less than 2 hundred, wanting or not, the favor had shifted toward Daring, to hand-to-hand combat, and Primavorian knew that, left and right his soldiers were getting absorbed, and to actually get near fight him from the back while he is occupied with his soldiers has the risk of getting absorbed himself too, he also has a lot of plastic in his body, by modifying his body to switch with his soldiers had brought upon him this issue know, a unstoppable object facing an immovable object, and Asars had said too many times if it comes to a hand to hand combat, bet on Daring,

Primavorian - How is it possible? You haven't been tired a bit! It's an amazing feat, I would like to know your name.

Daring - It's Daring Stone, and if you may tell me your name, sir?

Primavorian - Funny right? My father never saw a thing in me, he just named me Primavorian, like my kin! But jokes on him, he is dead and I am still breathing,

Daring smiled while absorbing the last soldier, now left only them two, physically only them two finally, surrounded by trash and barracks, all had gone away, even the guards closed the shop, took the last portions of Ultima with their shop owner,

Primavorian - You know why all left?

Daring - Afraid of you?

Primavorian turned his hands to the sky and hit a surprised pose, laughed for less than 6 continuous seconds then locked in,

Primavorian - I would be honored, thank you but no, they left because the next drop is coming, a new batch of trash, which on this planet is the gem, it's ironic, on an earth-type world minerals are the gems, but in our here, even tho is an earth-type, we value trash in a planet covered in trash, but new trash ain't like the old trash they say,

Daring - Yeah, I don't get it,

Primavorian - We are about to be covered in trash Daring, so we better end it fast!

Both got near each other in a three meters distance radius, both put their hands in a boxing position, both nodded, and went on. fist for fist, punch for punch, after 234 punches for each one, Primavorian felt soaked in his blood, body deformed and plastic erupting from his markers uncontrollably,

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It was true,

Daring - As you know, I said I would kill ya, but I will not, I think you have been killed enough,

Primavorian started singing his anthem, not his nation, but its anthem, it was a mix of common tongue language, his home language, and the predator's growls, an amazing anthem, a farewell one aswell,

From all the corners of the nation they were, from the deepest and highest hidden places, some creatures raised their head above garbage and started growling in sync too,

A symphony, a weird but beautiful one who could feel the singer's soul and pain, this song's name was Smir,

Daring - I hope to see you again, these shots can't take you down for long,

Daring did a hat salute even tho he had no hat, and went on to find his friends, while Primavorian just lay down there, seeing the sky, a large blue neon circle appeared, blue ink dropped from it, and a million tons of trash and garbage dropped, it dropped so fast that Daring didn't even turn his head to see if Primavorian had left,

At this weight, he had calculated, everyone would be pummeled to the ground, one with the surface, one with the trash,

After all the trash fell, a new, the tallest mountain was born, all the ones who left came back, with a flag with Primavorian skin colors on it, they placed at the lowest point of it and named Primavorian Mountain,

After a second look, and hours to a day here, they were part of it, the system of Trashia is a cruel, evil, and worldly nauseous smell, but does it tame you, no, it makes you, one with it, faster than any land or planet, the world defying culture they were expecting, the new rites, customs, and tradition, or even the new religions they thought they would find, not on Trashia, here you find those who deep down are the same as you,

He found Asars and Thursday safe and sound with two guards on the ground knocked out, a tied Ultima owner, and 456 portions of that liquid, were they knocked out or dead he didn't ask, he saw himself, he had blood on his hands too, was he innocent, is there anyone on Trashia innocent,

A new song was heard from the Primavorian Mountain, a song chanting some kind of victory, hope, peace, or they just found some valuable trash, since all of them who sang was coming toward them with different kinds of objects, some so ugly, some so new in conditions, makes you wonder what the universe in general thought of trash, is it a broken toy, organic materials, broken tool, a brand new tv but its, not the latest model so you buy the latest and throw this one because you are so rich you are lazy to wait for a refund,

Like earlier, everyone is in line, everyone without a grudge against them, nobody hating, and everyone waiting for a portion, is Ultima the drug or just living in Trashia?

Asars is a good businessman, he started exchanging portions for what he saw valuable, which in their case information was the most valuable one,

Everyone with shiny eyes, happy smiles and uncontrollable behavior drank the portions and went on with their life, on to find better trash and wait for hints where the next drop would be, some thought since all this tras fell here, was safe to build a city or a small town here, they aren't going to drop twice here considering how big this mountain is,

Thursday - We became animals,

Daring - No, don't offend the animals,