"Go ahead, jump."
/Jump?/
Furrowed eyebrows, Marin bent his knees, and braced his legs.
/…Alright…/
The ground left his feet.
A better answer would be that he left the ground, instead.
Barely registering it, Marin was above even the unknown company's massive tower.
He couldn't tell what time it was now.
"You're the appointed War God, the real deal."
Marin noted, that the man's voice was seemingly more solemn in tone.
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A million angels swirled.
Everyone clad in long white cloths, a face hidden in the shadow casted by their hoods.
He walked three steps behind her.
She, who towered over him.
Down the long corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly.
Angels moved and turned above, below, and at their sides.
Like being at an underwater aquarium and being surrounded by fish on all sides.
His stubby legs struggled to keep up with her.
"Is it really fine… choosing Marin Whats-his-Face as the facilitator of your will..?"
Finally asking the question he was curious of, he waited for a reply.
"…It has to be him. Marin Tête-à-Tête is the chosen… he meets every condition"
Raising his arm to smell if his pit stinks, he told her:
"…Alright."
Originating from all around them, was the constant and endless streaming of 70s rock music.
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Marin was in a free fall, his arms crossed, quickly coming to a crash into the ground, feet first.