The wind screeched as it passed his head and made his hair float in the air as he made his way on the white shore to the sanctuary. Walking on white sand made him scared and remembering dreams he had he could not help but keep looking around fearing he still didn’t wake up.
He traveled slowly no longer running, his mind was a mess, his body half mangled and destroyed leaving a bloody trail behind that quickly disappeared under the white sand and cloudy sky.
No sunlight fell on him.
NONE WOULD WANT HIM.
He was dirty, weak, slow, young, weird, dangerous, and useless.
Everything he didn’t want to be he was, but he never stopped pondering about how to get out, how to fight better, how to be faster, stronger, and more dangerous.
He pondered until he remembered dead bodies in his dreams.
Then he lost footing, but with a vacant gaze, he rose and continued to walk.
Unhindered, slowly, until he heard people screaming, and when he turned to one side he shuddered when he noticed three people fighting against the three blood demons.
Their faces were familiar, and how they moved sent a sense of utter despair down his chest.
He wanted to kill himself, and his flames instinctively moved to destroy his organs but when he turned to the dune next to where they fought, he didn’t see any silver armored figure anymore.
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There was no wrongness in what was happening.
No weirdness penetrated his bones there was just a calm silent sky and clash of steal that resulted in a world filled with nothing but the sound of passing wind and shifting sand.
Hildebrant didn’t approach, he just stared vacantly with calm eyes on six figures fighting each other. He observed how they moved, how blood demons used their weapons, how a girl named Lucia severed one of Tian La's hands, and then he died out of nowhere due to his blood going out of control.
He watched it all.
Unmovingly.
Staring at how they killed, how they laughed, how one of the blood demons then stood up and almost injured David with his palm touching his back, how David reacted and after making his hand weigh more than it was supposed to be he cut it down, how Osmian broke Han Hu head and how Lucia extracted white light out of his death body to make sure he was death.
He didn’t react, he didn’t move, he didn’t do anything he just stood, watched, and his blue eyes deeper than the abyss swallowed all images into themselves without blinking for a second.
There were no emotions in these eyes, no feeling, no happiness, and no desire.
There was nothing.
With the sound of wooden planks being broken, he then continued watching Osmian tear some wood from the closest vessel and Lucia and David helping him to set up a fire. They helped each other, one prepared meat he cut from the monster in a vessel other made a long wooden spear they used to cook the meat after the fire finally let out smoke and last one took care of stray best that came out of earth, covered by wooden planks that became part of its body.
It didn’t take long for the fragrance to come out and when the sky finally became dark, and the fire was the only light showing the direction in this place Hildebrant finally moved and approached three people without leaving any footprint on the white sand.
The only thing his eyes reflected was the flickering fire of the bonfire.