He was sort of a comedian at times, but he could also get snarky at times.
He must have known he was wrong somewhere down the line. Or more likely there was probably no solution good enough for him. He was trying to minimize inevitable failures, but with the route he chose there would be too many. It probably was a godless world. And I let other’s create a god for me, while he chose to become one himself.
“Sugen, will it be worth it?”
Shrouded in light, polar to the existence he found himself in, the voyager headed to his last destination. While other forms of transportation were available to him, he knew walking would take the least amount of effort. It would after all be good to have one final walk.
For the most part the realm was filled with dust from the past. Rubble from failed and washed societies of past wars. Some of them he had waged himself. Over the hundred or so years, he barley saw any time where peace could have been tangible between just two realms on the sheet. If Rieza had participated, would any conflict have lasted in the first place?
Stepping forward the man let out a breath, looking upwards. In his sight an opposing spectator had been peering down at him.
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“Keeper of Xetlum, there is currently a contract in place that forbids you from entering Lehro.”
Draped in black, the man in the sky put his hand on the broadsword residing on his back.
“So, why are you in my Lord’s domain?”
“Shkk,” a duplicated broadsword set into the drafty ground as if teleported, directly in front of the traveler.
“I won’t ask again.”
His sword fully drawn, connecting a shadow from the sword clamped in the ground to the sword in hand.
The grounded man’s eyes glinting from the downwards sword, back up to the other one, “I am a traveler. Is it not in my right to roam?”
“Traveler? Lone travelers are the weakest type of entity to ever exist,” gripping both hands to his sword, “You say traveler, yet you mean a transcendent being above any rules.”
The disputed traveler began to stretch awaiting the first attack, “Fair enough, I was only looking for my niece. She must be somewhere?”
Behind the traveler, a second sword impeded from the air towards his backside, turning to dust before it could reach him. Below him, the sword once in the ground was swatted away, turning to shattered pieces collecting in the dirt.
Stepping forward once more, utilizing the leverage of the ground, his position overtook the knightsman. Extending his hand towards his foe, blasting a beam of energy, sending the once onlooker into the ground unconscious.
“I really, just wanted to continue my walk.”
Though an evolved being, to say that he was actually Iso Jo was incorrect. While called that by those within the Spire, he knew he hadn’t attained that role yet. For the moment he would become truly set in the light, he would be forced to kill himself.