The game itself is evil. Loki started to understand this. The main intention of the Guild Master who made the game is Cold-blooded war. Making everything into chaos.
Loki was running at full speed with constantly dragging Saliva. The simple-minded girl who never thought that a tragedy will ever befall down to her. How can she not be petrified?
It was the night of the winter festival. The fireworks made the sky mesmerizing. It was a happy moment for all but not for them. Jack did say to Loki,
"Hey! don't be so sad depressed. Why don't we visit the Snow Festival?"
The words of Jack was reminded by Loki.
*Is he even alive?*
The humanly question arose in him.
Loki had finally arrived at the city. A hotel room was booked by him. He did it a few days ago as he was going to come to the city. A wonderful city that has its own ways to make people feel better. Loki wanted to wait for Jack. There might be the slightest possibility that he might be alive. He decided that he will wait for one week. In this time if Jack didn't come he will go straight to the next town. Days were passed by. Saliva didn't talk to Loki. Maybe she had a grudge against him because he left her father. And that fine. Loki also understood her situation. After all, he also lost his father. The one and only family he left. It sixth day after the incident.
*One more day to go. Please come back. Jack*
Loki still had his map. The map of all the boss fight cities.
1. Sapporo✓
2. Tokyo✓
3. Yokohama
4. Nagoya
5. Kyoto
6. Nara
7. Osaka✓
8. Kobe
9. Hiroshima
10. Okinawa
Only three done. The next one will be Yokohama.
~Next day~( The day of leaving)
The fog was making everything hard to see. Last it snowed heavily. The road was filled with snow. The freezing wind was blowing. Loki stood on the snowy road as he was waiting for saliva to come out of the hotel. It was early in the morning so no one was on the road. Sun was hiding behind the cloud. Loki was still waiting for the indecisive possibility.
*It may be a stupidity but I still think you are alive Jack. The probability of your being alive is down to zero. Maybe I should move on.*
The misty weather was perfect for hiding. A person was barely walking towards Loki. His face was blurred by the fog. Its vision was not evident. Loki was trying his best to see him.
"Who is him? Jack?"
A sudden probability shocked Loki's mind.
"Is it you? Jack?"
It was indeed Jack. The villainous face of him was cast with blood.
"Are you alive?"-Loki
"Do you really thought I can just die like that? I'm not weak you know."
Loki's eyes filled with tears as he saw Jack.
It was the tears of reunion.