The man, sensing the small figure leaving the train, opened his eyes, revealing a deep crimson color that shined and radiated in the moons light.
"They're gone," he said.
The wall behind him suddenly illuminated, in the silhouette of a human-like figure and glowing with a blue light, largely painted in the wall itself. From that blotch of light, came a hand, and shortly after, a full, glowing body came out of it, standing beside the man.
It was in the form of another man, wearing highly sophisticated garments, adorned with multiple sashes that hung on his shoulders, and very loose pants, held in by an ornate belt. His features were sharp and sleek, all exuding a grandeur intellect in his slit, closed eyes, and the glasses that he wore; his air was curled and tied to knots on the back end. His full form was a full, blue projection that was transparent throughout, almost like a hologram.
"It actually worked, I'm surprised," the man sitting said.
"Of course it did, who do you think I am?" The transparent man said, fixing his glasses up.
"Heh, can't blame me for being skeptical, multiple years away can degrade the mind, even one as formidable as yours."
"Then you really are a fool." Scoffed the blue man.
"Pfft, what's got you angry?" The sat one laughed.
The man sitting then looked to the forest, seeing the figure disappear in the dark in fast speeds.
The man asked a question.
"Is it going to be alright? Traveling on this world, will it be okay?"
"If the previous bout with the reptile were to show anything, he's capable."
"Still worries me, though; his abilities are still not up to par."
""I know, the powers, their potency is lacking, but there'll be ways he can grow and manage, that's evident."
The man gave a nod, following by saying,"Are the weapons okay?"
"A little worse for wear, but in working condition, with enough time they'll be suitable enough."
The man, with a long sigh that exhaled out steam, then asked in an exhausted tone, "Are you sure he's going to do it?"
There was a pause, the man clutching at the temples of his glasses, "We can't be to sure, all we can just do is to hope."
The man who sat then gave him a heart chuckle, before his laughter faded into nothingness. The hologram, as if knowing what that laugh was about, also gave him an exasperated sigh.
"I know," he said, "but, regretfully it is the only thing we can do."
"Us? Having hope, we really are desperate." The sitting man said, almost amusing himself with the absurdity of it all.
He then looked at the compartment again, seeing the disappearing thicket of forest, he then looked up, the three moons shining and illuminating his crimson eyes. The hologram followed, finally opening his eyes, shining a bright light, only to reveal one of them hollowed and missing.
"Good luck, Deity of Death."
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Adaceus jumped through the woods, using his feet to propel him and the girls from branches to branches in rapid succession. It was a fast and efficient way for them to traverse the woods, using sigil spells to enchant his feet to generate force in order to land on any branch available. In the corner of his hearing, he heard the gentle running of water.
He redirected his jumps, turning to where the sound was coming from, and after escaping the wood, where he was met with a small stream.
He landed down on the grass with a gentle, floaty fall, careful not to alert the still sleeping girls on his arms as his feet reached the soft grass. He placed the girls on the grass, and with his freed hand he clicked his finger. A gust of black wind rose beside him and emerged out of it was a black soldier that knelt its knees.
"Go grab some wood," Adaceus said.
The soldier stood up, and lumbered toward the dark reaches of the forest, its pure black armor disappearing in the night, and its heavy stomps fading.
Adaceus looked around, and decided to take of his mask, doubting anyone would stalk on these woods, especially at nighttime.
He walked close to the stream, and crouched down on the edger, not really putting much effort into it because of his already small size and child-like stature. He sunk his hand in the water, the gentle currents of the water enticed a soothing calm throughout his body as they caressed his palm. He closed his fingers together, scooping up a little amount that trickled drops when he raised it up, and he splattered it on his face, lathering it around. He looked down the water, letting the waves relax to a still surface, where he witnessed the full form of his face in the clear blue.
It was a clear, blackened skull, enflamed with fiery wisps of black.
"Its better than nothing, I guess," he said, putting his fingers in the hollow sockets on his face. He pried his jaw open, filled with exposed teeth and fully bone, and inspected it, only finding a hollow space; even seeing his neck bones as he pried even further. He closed it with a loud snap.
It was far from what is considered to be a face, but as the sweet taste of freedom he felt, even from just simple water trickling down his face made it worth it. He'd have to hide it, he was sure of that, beings of this world would surely harbor all kinds of hostility, or even outright hatred at the sight of his visage.
He splattered water again, the flames that coated all around fled back at the droplets, this time feeling the cool water wetting his face, which felt good, and it gave him a slight shock. Logic would dictate that he shouldn't feel anything hitting his face, and yet he felt the water's temperature as it dripped down. It made sense on his hand, which still had flesh, only charred and burnt to leather, which was still far from possible to work.
A rustle came behind him, and he calmly turned around. A black figure stepped out of the woods, the soldier escaping the shadow of the trees, carrying behind him was an assortment of sticks and logs, carrying it with a conjured black string. He set them down, some tumbling to the ground to make a decent pile.
Adaceus quickly went to work, making a circle perimeter out of the largest logs of the pile; grouping together the smaller ones and shaving some twigs to wood shavings, and placed it on top of each other.
"This should do," he said, with clear satisfaction in his voice.
He placed his pam on top of the pile of wood, and a sigil of orange sprouted on it, in the shape of an X with a straight line across it.
"Flame," he casted, and a tiny line of sparkling fire shot out. It quickly spread across the wood, only taking a few seconds for the fire to completely engulf it wholly. A warmth suddenly began to spread, and enveloped the surroundings.
Adaceus sat on one of the logs, one that was near the girls and sat his entire weight on it ,as a heavy sigh escaped his mouth; he looked to the stars, and to the 3 moons, all shining silver lights on the clearing in the leaves-yet another mystery he had no answers to. He looked at the fire, watching its gentle wispy peaks, elegantly dance in the night, and just spent the remainder of his time looking at it. And as the minutes pass, he slowly closed his eyes, going fully to sleep.