'My son, if sinners entice you, consent thou not.'
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"Lubudi ba. Badilu bu. Dun dun dun dun dun." A young man was seen singing while he lay down on a carriage headed towards an unknown destination.
"Nature is quite unique dont you think?" Game said with a smile on his face. Slight stains of blood, still visible.
Yes. Game. He successful left the city. Yes. Left. Not escaped.
He looked towards the constantly changing terrain.
The City of Blue and Opal had a spring-like cadence but not more that a few thousand kilometers from it was a climate more accurately described as a winter wonderland which was where he was currently.
The whole area was covered in snow, the tree leaves, boulders, mountain peaks, the scenery was reminiscent of a painting or a frozen sculpture.
It was truly beautiful.
"Y-yes!" The Carriage Driver answered shakily with a bitter smile. He dared not show any displeasure.
He should have known something was wrong when he saw this man, approach him for his carriage services.
That blood on his face was the blood of bandits that had tried to rob them. Before words could leave their mouths they were dissected into various pieces.
Thinking on it now, he was covered with blood even before they left the city.
'This always happens to me... Also does this psychopath not feel the cold? What's with that get up.' Even with all his fear he couldn't comprehend the man's getup.
Game had changed to a tank top with baggy millitary jeans and boots. It was a rather plain getup, besides from storage armbands nothing else was really present.
He had found an 'opportunity' to bathe and happened to have a change of clothes.
So then where did the blood the carriage man saw on him come from? Who knew.
What was peculiar tho was the earrings he wore. They were the exact same as Tristan's, but instead of gold they seemed to be formed of a dull green material.
"Alright. Stop the Carriage." Game couldn't be bothered to wait leaping off directly.
He looked towards the man as if debating something. The man prayed to his god as he forced the carriage to a halt. If he didn't he would go ramming into Game.
The request was much too sudden but he managed to stop just inches away from Game, causing him to breath in relief.
"Bravo!!" Game slapped his knees and laughed when he say how flustered the man was.
But honestly his conjecture was right, he would have probably killed him if he was hit. Probably.
Eventually he took out a bag of gold from an Interspace Construct, tossing it towards the man. "Get outta here."
"T-thank you, sir." The man who had been half expecting to lose his head couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, which turned to excitement and greed when he saw the gold in the bag.
Seeing his antics Game sneered but didn't say anything.
Having come to, the man left quickly, he didn't dare to stay a moment longer lest the psychopath changed his mind.
Game stared as the man crossed the distance.
'I wonder how funny it would be if I suddenly cut his legs off.' He looked back with an amused expression.
If the carriage driver could read the thoughts of Game the chills that ran down his spine would be the least of his concerns. Sensing that the man was still looking at him he stirred up his stead to move faster.
Game eventually lost interest after seeing the man run off. As for why he didn't kill him? He didnt feel like it. He was a murderer not a psychopath.
'People these days, judging everyone by their standards.'
He looked at the freezing expanse. He didn't know why but the expanse of white brought back warm memories. Unfortunately those times no longer existed.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself. There was no going back.
Opening his mouth unspoken tongues and sounds rushed out.
If Olivia were here she would all but frown because those sounds came as eerily similar to the sounds Tristan spoke for his Arts.
"Open... "
Finally a singular word fell off his tongue in what amounted to a whisper.
As he spoke and his tongue glowed with fierce looking runes, that seemed to have no reason or rhyme to them.
Eventually they spilled out formed a door to another realm.
If a member of those ancient races saw this scene they would be greatly disturbed.
The problem was humans shouldn't have a lineage deep enough for their words to hold such weight. And yet despite its ancient tone it was clearly a human tongue.
Although the dim light of the runes seemed to suggest artificial means.
As he spoke the Earth rumbled and groaned. A howl that could break one's spirit entering the expanse. It's integrity resisting the hole that was torn in its continuum.
Game paled by the second but he seemed not to notice.
If the world truly resisted it, it would have never been formed. Not with the power he had at his disposal.
Looking to the wilderness around him one last time, he walked through.
Almost as soon as he entered the gate collapsed. As he no longer sustained it, it's structure fell apart.
He had entered a true winter wonderland.
His pupils constricted. It seems he had forgotten how cold this place was. His fingers had already started to turn blue.
But his expression showed nothing but disdain. With a soft chant, the Arc within him flowed through his veins.
Then like a perpetual motion machine it continued to do so by itself.
"I've missed this." He squeezed his hand feeling the power flowing through channels.
Looking on he moved forward ignoring the creatures of the frozen forest.
To be honest he felt just as marveled as the first time he entered. All those years ago... Of course, he was nowhere near that old.
Soon enough he arrived before a large cottage. It seemed like a mix between a woodland mansion and a modern Eastern styled mansion.
Despite the cozy looking innards of the mansion, four individuals sat outside around a campfire seemingly oblivious to the warmth it provided.
They seemed to both be waiting for someone and not.
Finally getting close enough, he saw them all snap in his direction.
Somehow a small knife had already found it's way to his neck. A little girl hung on his back.
'Still as fast as ever. I almost didn't see her move.'
'What a warm welcome.' Game let out a grin.
'These fuckers.' Even if someone put a gun to his head and forced him to, there was no way he would believe they mistook him for someone else.
"I'M HOMEEEEE!!!"