With the presence of the time by my side, my knees won't shudder by the notes of the wind, the treacherous hymns of the fake night.
And then at my two-hundred-twenty steps after I faced the windy path, the eerie voice shifted in its tone into a playful kind—a dread behind the fangs.
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
On the last intersection and turn, I was faced by a dead end, and the possible source of this phenomenon.
With the alley stretching high in the sky, the same with the monstrosity in my sight. It was eight meters in height, the giant and creepy head of a horse, with a wall of pitch black void beyond its neck, along with the black tendrils and roots that stretching on the ground. The burst of wind seemed to be coming from the void.
Gray and rigid in surface, this monster skin was filled with protruding black veins under its pale color. Its eyes were frantic, not necessarily looking in a certain direction. Aside from the heavy breath that escaped its set of unnatural sharp teeth, extending the upper jaw and lower jaw with its density and columns.
After its appearance was found by me, it started to slightly open its mouth. Not big enough to chomp me, nor small enough to be ignored
The droplets of saliva from its nasty teeth were launched by the wind, passing by me, while some crashed onto my face.
I kept smiling regardless.
With the same dreadful playfulness, it spoke.
"Oh, come, thou dear infant! Oh come thou with me! For many a game, I will play there with thee."
After seeing the cues of the manipulative danger, I turned around, and started walking forward, away from the giant head of that horse.
Soon enough, it started to follow me, extending its pitch black void to maintain the distance of that nasty breath.
There were four major Archeotypes of Nihils.
"On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold, my mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."
The first one, Type C Nihil, a.k.a, the Type Chronicle Nihil, were mostly appearing in the form of non-sapient.
Type Chronicle have a goal that they need to achieve in the form of a remembrance and the recreation of the event that humans had kept under its historical trauma. Not to mention, Type Chronicle had numerous phases, and the ability to speak at our comprehensive language despite the incapability of interacting—because of their never-ending, blinding pursues to their 'Will'.
"Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there? My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care;
"My daughters by night their glad festival keep, they'll dance thee, and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."
And then the second Archetype, the Type F Nihil.
Otherwise known—
As the Falsehood.
"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy! And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ!"
Most of the unique Nihil that belong to this Archetype was determined because of how they behave.
While Chronicle Nihil had something what we call as 'Will' during their invasion within the City, Falsehood Nihil bore an incomplete amount of it, thus, resulting in the incarnation of the twisted version of Humanity 's fake history instead of what really happened within the list course of human history.
This includes myths, folklore, fairy tales, old literature, and mostly many things that exist within fictional ideas that humans once created.
Their whole existence was fake, and their source was mostly something that humanity had made because of misinformation and boredom.
"The father now gallops, with terror half wild, he grasps in his arms the poor shuddering child."
The Falsehood Nihil was also smarter and more manipulative.
Unlike Chronicle Nihil, they would actively try to sabotage any person's psyche and even convert them into their 'Followers' to further spread the lies of the whole of humanity.
Some Falsehood work in a different way with each other, but most of them had a similar characteristics—
They always appear in the form of sapient.
As I reached a particular random place within this never ending maze. The breathing of the giant horse head began to become more and more frantic. Numerous creaking sounds were heard as it kept its distance behind me.
I kept silent and then led my way into the location where it reacted the most.
It was a rather vast area for an alley. I kept on going to the middle of that place.
Until it started to close the distance.
"He reaches his courtyard with toil, and with dread, the child in his arms finds he motionless, dead—"
Adust was unsheathed, hurled and began manifesting her Piranha Scar in the form of a stretching blade, all grinding through the middle the horse head's snout.
I hurled and hurled my MIND until the ugly abomination of the horse's body part had turned into minced meat, the rotten and disgusting kind.
Yes, this horse head thing was a trap, waiting for anything to interact with it.
And because there was no such thing as a Chronicle Nihil that made such an elaborate trap, the Nihil I'm facing should be within the Falsehood Archetype.
Immediately after, I was attacked by a giant arrow that was traveling rather dangerously within the direction of my head. My reflex was thankfully not all that dull, so I didn't have a hard time in avoiding that imminent death from a crushed skull.
"Heh, I finally found ya."
As I shifted my gaze to the source of the arrow, I was welcomed by the sight of a four meters tall man. Everything from his wavy long hair, skin, and ancient medieval clothing were pale grey. On his right hand, was a giant bow with the motif concentric circles being repeated every centimeters apart.
And its owner seemed to be most likely using it for non-chivalrous purposes.
Before he started to do anything with that giant bow, I went into a prepared stance, along with some new tricks that I prepared for such an event.
Carefully, I analyzed his behavior. Unlike Chronicle Nihil where one could just smack the shit out of it until it's dead, Falsehood Nihil couldn't be suppressed in such a primal way.
The tall man weaved his other arm. I instantly changed my grip to that movement, preparing to counter and defend.
Then, the man stopped his movement.
A child-like voice echoed throughout the alley.
"Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!"