Noir used the last of his usable Mana to transport himself outside the Underground structure he had been in.
He heaved heavily, sweat dripping from his pale forehead, and his body shaking from the cold breeze brought about by the night.
The streets were deserted, just as he had expected. That didn't stop his unease though.
He walked slowly, his tired eyes were forced to remain open, since he was still not on safe grounds. He looked around, the streets were truly empty, no sound, no noise... no sll?
No! Sothing was wrong.
"Illusion?" Noir asked himself, suddenly flustered.
"Not quite." A voice answered him.
It was strange, and the sound ca from around the vicinity, not rely a single location.
"Who's there?" Noir raised his voice in inquisition, glancing about.
"Who? Oh, co on, don't tell you forgot all about already." It answered, a cackle of laughter leaking out.
"You're... from before..." Noir answered with a surprised expression.
More confusion spread all over his face. Hadn't he just escaped the Arena? So why?
"... How?"
There was a short pause after Noir's statent—or rather, question.
Suddenly, echoes began ringing from across the streets, the alleys, the grounds, everywhere. Thick fog began to envelop the vicinity. A pungent odor was beginning to manifest itself.
Noir only had two hands, but both his ears, his mouth, and nose needed to be protected.
The ringing irritated his entire nerves, and the fog was so cold, affecting his bones, causing him to weaken.
The sll was the worst. It was like inhaling burning poison. His lungs were on fire, and his entire windpipe seed damaged.
He wheezed in pain, trying to maintain his stance, but failing to do so. He fell on his knees, and then fell flat on the ground, still struggling to live.
"HeheheheheheHahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The voice yelled in laughter as Noir struggled in the deadly mist, twisting and turning.
After powerlessly resisting, he finally stopped moving. He simply lay on the ground, his back to the floor, and his head facing the sky.
His hands twitched a bit, then slowly moved to cover his eyes. His arm covered both eyes, his palm dangling at the other side of his head carefreely.
Suddenly, after a small pause...
... The seemingly hopeless creature began laughing.
"Wha—?!" The Voice responded in surprise.
"So that's how it is. It isn't a hallucination, neither is it an illusion. It also isn't real... at least, in actual concept..." Noir's voice was low and cool—unexpected, considering his predicant.
"What did you just say?" The Voice asked impatiently.
"I'm in a dream aren't I?"
"Y-You... how did you know?" The response contained surprise.
"Hmmn, who knows? Maybe I've always known. Subconsciously that is. But, it would be a pain to explain all that now, especially to drivel like you." Noir answered in a sigh.
He seed tired, for so reason. Not because of exhaustion, though. No... it looked to be sothing else entirely.
"D-drivel...?!"
"Now then, it seems I've found myself in a bit of a bind. The conditions have been t." Noir calmly murmured, ignoring his host's words.
"Conditions? What are you up to now?"
Once again, the voice was ignored.
Suddenly, several Status Windows popped up in front of Noir. They had to be invisible to anyone else, but their re manifestations created distortions around him.
[FINAL CODE: REBOUND ACTIVATED] [SEALS 1 & 2 REMOVED]
[TEMPORARY STATE OF RECOLLECTION ACHIEVED]
[PARTIAL RESTORATION OF LOST PROWESS]
[LIMIT WEAKENED]
Imdiately these Status Notifications appeared one after another, there was an imnse rush of power.
>SHWUUUUUUUUSSSHHHHH
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