The masked figure looked at the guarded Rozelle without showing any emotions, with an incomprehensible light in its eyes. They stood there silently before looking at the damaged surroundings.
Rozelle felt his veins squirm as his muscles twitched and bulged. His mind became filled with ravings of inexplicable madness, while his head felt like it was about to burst. Only when the light in the figure's eyes disappeared did the sensations stop.
The Jet-black sword in his hands was covered in pulsing red veins from the equally crimson gem. Cold sweat dripped down Rozelle's back as he was unable to move, frozen in place he could only watch the figure that had appeared out of thin air.
The rift behind the figure began to suck the scattered fragments and reconstructed itself, mending the broken sky as if nothing had happened.
Coming face-to-face with the figure and the agitation he felt just moments ago made him unable to control the anger pangs hitting him. His body moved without thinking. Kicking the ground, he closed the distance between himself and the figure.
Flames burst out like wings, wrapping around Rozelle. A layer of frost traveled across the ground, freezing the figure's leather boots and legs. Its silver-lined coat fluttered in the wind, remaining untouched by the ice and fire.
Albion, now just a black blur, swung down on the masked figure before shattering the ice on the ground. Crystals of frozen dust rose a meter high as Rozelle's eyes widened and his pupils dilated. He looked to the side and saw the figure standing unmoving. An alarm rang out in his mind.
He dodged! Rozelle wasn't surprised that the figure, which seemed beyond his comprehension, remained unhurt from his attack. What did shock him was that he didn't notice they had moved until after Albion hit the ground.
In a flowing motion, he waved Albion and lunged it from the ground to the figure that silently watched his every move. Flames twirled around Albion and shot out with a layer of spiraling blood piercing the air where the figure stood, just like before Rozelle saw the figure in the corner of his eyes behind him.
It was like they had always been standing there and he was just attacking the air. Without waiting Rozelle swung the back of his hand towards the figure.
His hand swung through the air at the same time Rozelle noticed the figure standing elsewhere. He bit his lip before the edges of his mouth curled up into a smile. Using the momentum of his arms swing he let go of the ground and spun in the air.
Gales of sharp wind blew out, slashing everywhere and creating gashes in the air. Rozelle landed on the ground breathing heavily. He sized up to the figure who remained untouched as they combed their platinum silver hair.
Rozelle let out a sigh as he felt all of his thoughts disappear from his mind. His perception of the surroundings dimmed, only revealing the figure. "Do I look that dangerous? Do you not wish to communicate?" The figure spoke in a relaxed tone, but there was a divine presence behind it.
Rozelle couldn't hear him, instead when the voice reached him his eardrums burst and blood gushed out. His veins bulged and his skin cracked under pressure. Unable to hear what the masked figure had said he let Albion be engulfed in fire and wind.
Seeing the abnormality on Rozelle and blood flowing out of his ears the figure pursed their lips beneath their white mask. The figure's eyes turned silver as he watched Rozelle close the distance between them.
A ring of ice spread on the ground around him along with a cyclone of fire. Albion whose veins expanded and contracted like a beating heart seemed to suck in the surrounding light as it turned everything pitch black.
As his sword seemingly hit the figure Rozelle prepared to redirect his attack to where he would notice the figure next. He tugged on Albion for another swing. Suddenly Rozelle's pupils contracted. I can't move Albion! Rozelle watched the cyclone of fire disperse, standing within it was the masked figure.
They held Albion's edge between their fingers, forcing it into place and making Rozelle unable to move it. Should I let go of Albion and summon it again? No, Albion's already acting abnormally who knows if I can retrieve it if I let go of it now.
Rozelle didn't dare move; his legs remained firmly planted in the ground. In his hand, Albion continued to beat. Thump, Thump, Thump. He felt his heart begin to synchronize with his raven-black sword, and the waves of subconscious anger naturally suppressed. Rozelle glanced at the masked figure.
I don't think I'll be safe after what just happened. Rozelle smirked at himself inwardly as he made the assessment.
Sensing the other calming, the figure's eyes turned from silver to black. It became like the night sky, with specs of lights in the distance. The figure stomped the ground with their black leather strapped boots causing the frost to shatter and dissipate.
Joining the ice a wave blew past Rozelle and the remaining embers extinguished as the wind returned to an undisturbed state.
The surrounding now wasteland turned tranquil. Rozelle was momentarily distracted, he looked back at the figure and noticed that Albion appeared to also have calmed down, the veins that protruded from the gem having been subtracted.
Rozelle watched the figure and felt like they were about to talk. Suddenly he recalled what had happened to him when the figure last spoke and he quickly braced himself, throwing his free hand onto one of his ears.
"That is unnecessary, Roze." When the voice resounded Rozelle didn't feel pain or insanity, instead, the voice felt dominating like the effects of gravity had multiplied. He gritted his teeth and endured the pressure.
Only when seconds that spanned so much longer had finally passed did Rozelle's eyes constrict as he looked up at the figure in surprise. Roze! How do they know that!?
Roze's mouth opened and closed uncontrollably, he felt his voice but it wouldn't leave his throat. Before he could muster a sound he was overshadowed. "How ironic and cruel faith can be."
The pressure on Rozelle increased and forced his mouth shut as the air in his lungs escaped. He gasped for air as he clung to the words of this figure. 'Ironic and cruel faith'. What's ironic, what's so cruel? Is it what happened to me earlier, does he know what it is?
"I know right, isn't it so funny?" Rozelle's mind suddenly turned blank. A distorted voice creeped out of his mouth. That wasn't me! Roze thought as he felt his body heat up and freeze before his consciousness got dragged down deep into an ocean.
'Rozelle's' hair turned amber, and the hints of crimson in his eyes expanded coloring them in deep red.
An angered smile formed on his face. The black blade in his hand began to cause smoke in his hand as smoke erupted with a sizzling sound. He let go of the sword revealing a corroded hand.
The smile on his face became deeper as he looked at the wound recover. The masked figure let go of Albion as it turned into a formless shadow before into a raven and flew into the sky.
The masked figure looked at the man in front of him, embers and ice sparking off of them. "Long time no see Trinity." The masked figure's voice sounded melancholic. Trinity looked the masked figure in the eyes as they laughed.
With a distorted voice filled with malice and anger, they said. "Yeah. Long time no see ..."
Before they finished the masked figure directed their eyes towards you and your vision turned blank.