The strange reactions and facial expressions of the monsters have no aning or basis whatsoever.
But the most improbable thing is precisely the absurd cellular regeneration that the creatures showed, since it is simply an unobtainable feat.
This disturbing oddity doesn't last for long, as sothing similar to what happened in Krämdaris is occurring again, and just like that, the view of those hideous Creatures is distorted, being replaced by an already known location.
Incomprehension strikes the short young man, he was presumably twenty to thirty kiloters away in the remaining ruins of the Swarmts Mall Club.
But now, he is back on the convenience store where he was before sinking into the ground.
{Why are we back, Again?!, How?!, Why?!}
The youngster deviates his sight, observing the cashier, who keeps trying to occult her face, while Guillderon looks angered by a comnt Dackör said.
Dulladnne is not far from the short young man, who has the sa or even more confusion than the woman.
{Sothing is wrong here, and I can't pinpoint exactly what}
Faint voices are heard from everywhere and nowhere at the sa ti, making Dulladnne and Dackör extrely dizzy.
They walk towards each other, closing the distance as much as they can before an intense shine of Nuvlierz Energy bathes their bodies with the recognizable milky brown glow.
This continues for a few monts, as the brightness becos so intense, that starts to turn darker, until is no different than the deep cold void observable in the vacuum of space.
A dim yellowish light is perceived by Dackör, the illumination is hitting him right on his face, yet, he is struggling to move around or even open his eyes.
{No way!}
The short young man realizes he is in a fetal position, surrounded by a lot of dense liquid, fearing for a mont he would have been reborn, or sothing around those lines, as he listened several tis to a couple of his fellow classmates, who always talked about loving the idea of transmigrating to another reality.
However, Dackör didn't compart such tendency or belief; He had a nice life, with its good and bad points, enduring and dealing with the difficulties of his younger days.
While he can be considered privileged, at least after he arrived to Guryian; That doesn't an he didn't earned most of what he had.
{Fuck it!}
Aware of the danger regarding his future deed, the short young man still decides to proceed in the sa way, letting his enhanced physical abilities to be as feral, savage and primitive as possible.
Dackör feels the change within his body, the blood flow of his veins increasing as his muscles start to contract harshly, exerting opposing strength to heighten the pressure on his entire body.
Feeling like sothing is broken, the short young man can move more freely, liberating his hands and taking them towards his face.
There are a type of polyr goggles over his eyes, blocking his sight almost completely, removing them, his view changes from an almost perfect pitch black, towards a bluish liquid, blurred by the yellowish light that makes so greenish shades in certain angles.
Dackör's augnted performance is still insufficient to get rid entirely of his prison, so he goes further; Channeling Nuvlierz Energy around his body, so the Revetnt gives him an additional boost of pressure.
This proves to be rewarding, as the liquid prison explodes like a water filled balloon, releasing Dackör and letting him tip over onto the cozy warmth of the dark grey tallic floor with hexagonal patterns divided by yellowish lines that beco more orange.
The short young man looks around, noticing he is naked, covered by a creamy substance that was contained within a soft eggshell.
{What is this?!}
Taking a few seconds to calm down and focus his mind; Dackör deviates his sight, checking the weird but small chamber in detail.
There are two more egg like capsule pods behind him, along a couple of consoles that are placed in five of the six walls.
{I know this language}
The glyphs on the consoles are from Rullis, which is strange for the short young man, as said Nation doesn't have technology as advanced as the one present in the chamber, and above all, the technology here, seems to be from an organic origin, which is an approach unheard across Karmdaris.
Movent begins to be noticed in one of the two capsule pods, as one of the consoles sends a warning, altering the colour in the yellowish orange lines dividing the hexagonal pattern of the floor, becoming more dark and reddened, like molten iron.
Hurried steps are barely heard by the short young man, who stands up, ready to deal with whatever opens the door.
A group of three individuals enter in the small chamber; Being completely stunned when their insectile void eyes observe Dackör.
They are thin, and short, with no hair present in their bluish, greenish or brownish exoskeletons.
Before Dackör can say even a single word, the Insectoid with four arms attempts to withdraw a weapon attached to his leg.
Which is a serious mistake from its part, because the short young man does not respond well to being threatened.
With a quick movent, Dackör dashes forward, reaching with his left arm for the Insectoid wrist, as his right hand grasps the Anthropoid by the neck, tightening his hold, and violently pulling towers him the Insectoid's neck, severing the creatures head with the pure might of his sheer brute force.
The expressions of terror on the Insectoids faces is evident, even when they are basically impossible to understand due to their not so solid exoskeletons.
Before the other two Insectoids can make the slightest move, Dackör continues with his offensive, repeating the grueso result over the two newcors, beheading them fast and swiftly, even if that ans having the hemolymph slipping through his hands.
The movent in the capsule pod becos more erratic, until the egg like shape is cracked from its inside, revealing the person that was in the interior of the organic prison, and said individual, is no other than Dulladnne...
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