White Shore did not change, it was still eerie and terrifying.

The white sand still shifted under his feet as he moved closer to his goal to the endpoint of this place and to the entrance where he could finally hide from Icarus and his avatars. White shore no longer was safe and as he travelled dodging all ships and wooden debris he stopped and observed as blood-red warriors chased three people.

They looked familiar and he was prepared to help them when he noticed a silver armored figure observing him from the dune, its gaze piercing his skin and making his mind tremble.

Why did it look familiar?

Glancing back at the three people and the problem they had dealing with three blood-red demons he went to help and then a few minutes later his head was separated from his body.

White Shore did not change, it was still eerie and terrifying.

The white sand shifted under his feet, the wind blowing into his face, the wooden vessels he went around whispering for him to return.

He stopped when he noticed three people being followed and wanted to go to help but then he noticed a silver figure standing on a dune not far away, its gaze piercing his skin and gazing into his soul.

His mind trembled, and his heart beat faster warning him of something but seeing three people being in trouble and hearing the steel clashing against each other he ignored the feeling and went to help them.

A few minutes later he screamed in pain as the girl impaled his body on the sword of one of the blood demons.

White Shore did not change, it was still eerie and terrifying.

The wind blew into his face as he made his way to the wall of sanctuary where he could find the entrance to the one of great halls and then enter and find a new way out of this place.

Noticing three people being followed he stopped and was prepared to help them when he noticed a silver armored figure, its gaze piercing his skin and peering into his soul.

His mind screamed, warning him and he stopped for a while but when he noticed three people fighting with blood-red demons and losing slowly he lost his patience and rushed in just for him to have his heart torn out of his body by Osmian hands.

White Shore did not change, it was still eerie and terrifying.

Watching three people struggling he went to help and then he was slain by David's sword.

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White Shore was eerie and terrifying.

He noticed a silver armored figure, froze, and then went to help. His body then rolled down off the dune without its head.

White Shore was terrifying.

Howling with hopelessness he screamed how wrong everything was before tearing apart David in half and then being killed by a blood-red warrior who penetrated his body with a red sword after attacking with fury.

White shore was…..

What was it?

He asked himself and observing the silver armored figure that made his head shake he stood in place why watching three people fight against the three blood demons. The fight looked terrifying and hopeless for the three people, but Hildebrant did not move, his instinct told him that the three people were not hopeless at all, and after three breaths of time, they finally showed their true colors and pushed back three blood demons and slaughtered them within a minute.

Wiping his bloodied hand into his pants Osmian breathed a sigh of relief while the girl next to him bent down and picked up one of the red swords.

"I can't believe they had such good weapons, no wonder they were called the mightiest force in Sanctuary five years back."

The girl kept complaining while David sighed, and his blue eyes turned to Osmian.

"Are you all, right?"

Osmian nodded and then sat down on the dune, but Hildebrant gaze never left the three of them, and the more he watched more wrong they felt. Not just them the entire place, the sand, the sun, the wind everything felt wrong as if it was not supposed to be that way.

He then furrowed his brows and with the use of Icarus battle style, he made his way to them without leaving footprints in the sand. Without alerting them he made his way close and then hid behind one of the giant sharp rocks and listened to their conversations and more he listened the weirder their speech became until his head banged him with intense pain.

"Do you think Cecilie and her exorcist will fall?"

"Unlikely?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Because Cecilie is too cunning and not as stupid as most children."

Not able to wait anymore Hildebrant shoots forth and before they can react, he decapitates David's head. As it flew into the air Osmain and the girl reacted almost instantly and lunged his way, but Hildebrant as if knowing what was happening dodged and deflected all their strikes before kicking Osmian away and rushing to the girl and twisting her neck before Golden Light could manifest.

Her bones were crushed but as his hands fell on her face white sand in his surroundings exploded and a stray beast rushed his way but it was already too late and as the girl's body fell he turned around and grasped both sides of the giant maw before tearing mere beast in half.

Blood poured out with the sound of tearing flesh but before he could celebrate blood demon that was supposed to be death came from behind with a smile on his face and after grasping his shoulder pushed a red sword through his heart.

"Be careful what comes from behind next time."

It said with a smile and then an uncomfortable feeling filled Hildebrant chest that made him let his body explode.

White shore shifted under his feet as he stood around the corpses of a few people, breathing raggedly, his body covered in wounds, his eyes vacantly watching the sky and then shifting to the last living creature in this land while not understanding anything.

Silver armored figure flickered from unreal to real and with frustration in his heart brewing Hildebrant roared wishing for an answer but instead of them the world broke and he finally opened his eyes and gazed at the sky cowered in the cloud.

There would be no answer today.

Something in him said and then he noticed something big pass through the clouds its silhouettes casting a shadow on his body, that lay on the corpse of the creature he killed cowered from head to toe in blood-red vessels that spread through him like plague burrowing deeper into his flesh.

He was still in that same pit, cowered in the same blood and lying on the same white sand that rested in this desolate place.

With the smell of blood still on him and with blood vessels crawling up his body he knelt with eyes now wide open and as his flames began to burn blood vessels down, he looked at the cloudy sky and then….

… he screamed.