"Bastard..."
The word scraped past Halo’s lips before he even realized it. The world froze for a heartbeat, the trigger clicked, and then a bullet tore through his skull.
Everything went still and without a thought he knew it was over.
Because of a DAMN ga!
"Damnation of the Gods." The na resurfaced in his mind even as the light faded from his eyes, the sa ga that had ruined everything.
The ga’s release was limited to a select few globally, and Halo was unfortunate. Worse, he had no idea who was in charge of the ga’s production.
But it ant sothing to him that nothing else could touch. He and his best friend had been turned into assassins at ten, right after their parents’ death.
Eight years of that life, and this ga was the only thing that made him feel even a little bit human. He saw himself in the hero.
As monstrous as he beca, with many falling by his hand without so much as a flinch, Halo expected his own death sooner or later, but not by the hands of his best friend and definitely not because of a ga.
But Halo understood him, at least partly. They were both damaged beyond fixing, and the loving friend he’d grown up with was gone.
Yet he found a strange peace in having it end by his best friend’s hand. It seed right sohow.
He’d always hoped to avenge his parents one day, but even that concern felt distant now. Despite everything between them, he trusted his best friend would see it through.
After all, he’d been dying anyway. After being poisoned on their last mission, he could feel his own life slowly fading away, and he wondered if his best friend had suspected it too, despite Halo never telling him.
Just like the ga that destroyed them, everything collapsed into ruin.
But despite this, Halo found himself in a strange situation.
He was supposed to be dead, that much was certain. But not only was he breathing with his skin crawling and his eyes darting at a bronze screen in confusion, he was still alive.
The screen seed burned into his retinas and consciousness, tracking his every glance and floating re inches from his head no matter where he looked.
***
[ Congratulations, Awakened! Welco to the Lost World.]
[ Na: Halo D. Tenebris
Title: Shadow of Death
Rank: Awakened
True ability: Death Clone - - - Description:
Flaw: Coldness
Only Sin: Death
Nesis:?
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Sin Fragnts: 0/10
Dominant Skill: Agility
Clones: 0 ]
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Halo had never been the one to be afraid. Even in his most dire situations, fear was nothing but a distant mory. But now... he couldn’t help but tremble in his boots.
Not only was the screen before his eyes oddly familiar, but his surroundings also felt familiar. Just like the prologue from the ga. Damnation of the Gods.
Before him spread a magnificent wilderness of towering trees with bark that shimred when brushed against.
Even more haunting were the pale mushrooms that rose above the forest’s green crown, their ghostly forms scattered across the landscape in overwhelming abundance.
The sun was distant but still glowed brilliantly. It was so far away that it looked barely the size of a coin.
This breathtaking sight, the strange atmosphere, was both sharp and warm. The reality of his predicant hit him with crushing weight.
Halo gulped and turned behind him to see a massive brick building.
He was able to approach this ga three tis, and the last led to his death. But if he was certain of sothing, then it would be the fact that he was sohow in the ga, standing before the academy in which the players prepared themselves for the world.
He rubbed his forehead and slapped his cheek multiple tis out of frustration.
There was no wound on his brow. That was the first thing he checked in his predicant.
He wore a black uniform with a high neck and long, puffed sleeves, resembling a hakama style.
He also had high, ankle-length black boots that were practical and military-inspired. Just like how all the NPCs were dressed in the prologue.
He felt his symtrical features, long lashes, and thick eyebrows. His hair remained dirty-white with vivid red streaks, sothing that solidified his gene as a Tenebris. But how?
"I am very much alive. So what happened? Transmigrated into the ga? Tsk."
Halo massaged his forehead for a mont and let out a sigh.
He wasn’t superstitious, but he wasn’t the kind of person to dwell much on the unknown, and after all, he understood the world he found himself in to so extent.
Halo glanced at the bronze translucent screen before his eyes, and all it took was a thoughtful command, and it disappeared.
This was a world ruled by gods, and worse, every corner of it was filled with monstrous creatures called Sinners. But he wasn’t the kind to commit suicide. Despite his detached state, he still held on to so principles. He had to face this world head-on.
He might not know the specifics of this world, but he was certain of one thing... find safety first, assess his ability, then locate the hero.
They were all dood by the hero’s actions anyway, and the hero was his best chance of understanding how he’d ended up here and what was really going on.
If his mories served him right, he wasn’t far from a populated land.
But sothing else lood. What had he missed?
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