Hmmm, that's weird how comes my inventory's full, all the items I'd ordered seemed to be of have been upgraded. Look all the stats look bonkers, even a sword came through but I have to unlock it first. Apart from the rifle, and the 12mm revolver which both have a dark tint with 'light ammo', what does that mean? Well let's ask the magic wisp for advice.
To our none suspecting wisp, (-.-) hehehe. A book fell from the 'sky'.
TWAAAH!!!,
'AAAooouaAAAoooAAh!!!, Aaaw ,Aaaw!!!!, WHO dares disturb, That which slumber'
Since when did you start speaking old English, the book fell off the shelf it's not my fault you slept in the past morning.
'Slept in, how now and you're the idiot who went and drank all that Mead and didn't think about the repercussions it would have on me.'
What do you mean, As your individual self how does what I take reach you and we are more and the same two different identities.
'Nope, It's complicated, as a matter of fact if you die I die. Your power is also my power, so at least we can get ourselves a safe point. Where we are right now is a scary island and I don't like it. There's too much chaos and I'm not built for this.
Chaos is a substance born of nothing, unorganized pieces of matter it can be dark it can be raw energy, untapped to those not born of it and unseen to all who do not know it. Some gods are scared by it, while others revel in it, and mortals who are aware of it are often shaken with horror by it. The gods, the celestials, and the titans—everyone who's mortal—all agree that it is the beginning of everything. Technically chaos always births a law and the law grows to be an individual, take the titans all of them form the laws of their respective nature and have a lord given precedence by chaos itself, Gaia.
Do you now understand where we are.'
Well, she wasn't that bad, as a matter of fact I think she's easygoing and pretty much lively even for a chaos lord.
'I think you are missing the point, she is a LORD and you are an individual born who's less than a century old. Like she as old as time himself, do you want me to continue to explain this or more?'
Even if that was the case then why is she so laid back, with me? To be sincere she served me beer and you disappeared the moment you saw her, she's nice and you're scared.
' You damn weird mortals this is how you get yourselves killed by luck. Just promise me one thing no flirting, no ogling and if she comes onto you request for work first and act the fool, she's way too powerful to smash.'
What do you see me as it's not as if I stole her heart or anything she just feels familiar I can't put a ring on it but she just does.
'DON'T even think about it!'
Look just a bit she's too pretty for heaven's sake even though I, a nobody, have had my chance to feast my eyes on her, I wouldn't mind disturbing the peace.
Look at it this way, according to you we are stuck in a hostile environment and she is a deity to whom we can't go against. Hence, if we are going to die today, I'd rather die having happy thoughts rather than die being flustered over circumstances I'm not in control over.
After washing up and doing some slight grooming, Kyn made his way down to the lobby to where the Gaia sat. Curious to see what the goddess wanted to do this time around as, her character seemed quite of.
Why does it feel like the lobby changed, where's the bar and why is there a sky terrace? Walking towards the open that's when he saw her.
Gaia, the epitome of ethereal beauty, stands on by edge of the skyscraper, her presence as enthralling as the scene she views. Her magnificent body, bathed in the gentle, golden hues of the setting sun, she casts an enticing spell on anyone who is fortunate enough to gaze upon her.
Her features are an exquisite balance of grace and allure. Her eyes are the color of a clear summer sky, and they have an unearthly depth to them that seems to carry the mysteries of the cosmos. Long lashes frame those eyes like delicate curtains, swaying in the breeze that rustles through the heights. Her high cheekbones and carved jawline give her face a sophisticated look, while a faint sprinkling of freckles over her nose suggests a playful innocence.
A cascade of velvety hair the color of sun-kissed chestnuts cascades down her back in loose waves, collecting the sunlight and infusing it with a beautiful gleam. Tiny blooms and delicate braids, like whispers of nature's touch, are weaved throughout her hair.
Her traditional gown is a work of art in terms of craftsmanship and sensuality. The fabric, a gossamer weave of rich, jewel-toned silks, caresses curves and hints at the beauty that lies beneath. The garment exudes tradition, with its style evoking echoes of a bygone period. The neckline, embellished with elaborate embroidery and delicate beads, reveals her collarbones, a tantalizing hint of the beauty hidden beneath layers of fabric.
The clouds stretch like a velvet veil over the remains of the city below, once known as Persia, while Gaia looks down from her lofty perch. The ruins of a once-great civilization now lay veiled beneath the hazy cloud, a witness to the passage of time. In contrast to the ruins, Gaia's presence appears to be a living manifestation of hope and perseverance.
She is a muse against the backdrop of both nature's majesty and human history's relics, a monument to the continuing power of beauty and the elegance of tradition. A vision that transcends the commonplace at this moment suspended between heaven and earth, an embodiment of grace and enticement that leaves an indelible impact on those who come into contact with her gaze.
'I said no Ogling, you !@#$@%$@...'
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SMACK !!!!!