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The red ninja had: heard, sensed, felt and saw the collapse of the other side of Stix; and so did his body aswell – it seemed. In honesty, he knew only few could escape the fallen side, of Stix.
He was hidden behind a mound of crates, his breathing was heavy – and he knew it – yet it was kept silent. Beneath and beside him, a sword and not the pole, that Lloyd has given him.
Air condensed from his breath, his body shaken. Though he knew he was stronger than this, something supernatural is intensifying his terror; whatever it was it isn't easy nor simple to be shaken off.
He reached for the silver sword, gripping his hand till it's inseparable; pressing his fingers, individually, into it until a soreness ran through his knuckles. Perhaps it was paranoia?
Cursing underneath the damp atmosphere, he drew his sword swiftly and in such haste motion it was barely reachable. It was driven into the head of a nearby ghost, whom looked high ranking.
Whatever it was about, he took the opportunity and perished the passing enemy by driving the sword deeper into its skull; with it gasping as the longer and deeper it was driven.
It was clear now, a silver metallic sword with a smoothly craved leather tilt; embedded with deepstone in every side of it. Decorative yet hidden slyly.
He leaned onto both the handle and the dying ghost, it looked admittedly cinematic, he pressed the weapon deeper in one last time before it faded from mortal(?) existence.
An immorally satisfying act, exhausting and heavy with either pity or sadism. It was out of the moral code for heros and he knew it more well than anyone else yet he broke it, tortured a enemy before its death, ; whether he slipped or not it is villainous, undoubtedly.
What remained of the ghost was a clear mere glass essence, of whatever. A lingering sensation of guilt hung onto him afterwards, feasting on him like a manifestation.
He wiped the stains of blinding essence on the tip of his sword (not really the top) with a red cloth, his headband bandana.
It looked clear and clean but something felt strange, like as if the stains were still there, yet the cleanliness is still there. He couldn't really point it out but it like was a gut feeling, but stronger.
But that's something that wouldn't matter much. I think, and hope.
The moonlit daze latched onto planks, creating a spectral trail, though it's nocturnal and not supernatural; it's glorious to the eyes. Glittering with lighting far far brighter than a neverending bliss yet surrounded by a enclosing abyss.
Think Kai, THINK.
Oh, ambush the ones that are important and look strong. Damn that's genius.
Chasing the motionless shadows, Kai reached another hideout; gathered with many ghosts, all wearing a type of strange hat. He believed caught the jackpot, if he could only overhear their plans, then this will all finally end, at last.
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“Should we escape this waterlogged trap? It's clear that even if the Preeminent is successfully summoned; we'll all be doomed here anyways.” the wizard hat one echoed, “She's a selfish tyrant, freedom is at our grasp; yet we're being held back.” And then he leaned forward to the table.
The one in front rested their head on their hand and started to speak, “We're damned both ways. Unless, we sabotage her so our escape shall succeed; if we're caught our punishment will be inescapable. You already know what happened to the old commander.” Twisting its head to the one sat only, in the one on the south.
“But now, we have The Child climbing up the ranks, the Preeminent's little toy. It's pitiful that the spell is so heavy on children, though it's impressive that The Child can resist so strongly against it. But not enough to trust.” The dull azure one expressed.
“IDIOT, I DOUBT A MERE IMMORTAL CHILD CAPABLE OF BEING BETTER THAN US. IT'S PREPOSTEROUS.” the grey one pointed at the person at the near top of the hierarchy, with their arm lifted from laze.
“It's utterly ridiculous.” He azure one stared, “You're utterly ridiculous, perhaps you're a child on a matured body?” still unmoving as the ghastly skies, above.
Humiliated, he tried to redirect the mortification; yet left speechless of words. Phasing through the chair and out of the discussion entirely. “Keep this worthless meeting of yours, remember me when you all fall to the horrors of the Preeminent.”
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Kai was left to forsaken the plan, yet leaving with information greater than what could've been guessed.
Idiots are everywhere. Eavesdropping’s too easy nowadays.
Continuing his specialised slaughter spree and harvesting every possible pint of data in his path, by whatever means.