Its really Nicoleand her appearance hasnt changed at all, just like in my mories. Just like before, my red headed, twin tailed, not-at-all arrogant loli, but why is she giving such ahateful look?
There was no mistaking the hatred in her eyes as she slowly approached , dressed in the austere white garb of a swordsman, and fist clenched tightly around her silvery white long sword. As she got closer and closer, the murderous intent radiating off her only got stronger by the second.
Devil, give back Little Ke! She yelled while diving at , her words shattering my heart long before her sword drove straight through it.
Never in my wildest dreams did would I have ever expected Nicole to attack so my response was panicked, to say the least. My legs hurriedly stumbled backwards as I shouted: Nicoleits , Im Mo Ke
You cant fool Devil! Her attacks continued, not giving a single chance to explain myself at all. Stab after stab, they ca faster and more vicious than before.
Thankfully, I wasnt the Mo Ke of yesteryears. After turning into a devil, my power and speed was no longer comparable to my human self. However, Nicole was just as speedy as well and to make matters worse, I didnt dare to fight back so I rely retreated.
Nicole, its really
Dont you dare spout my na, Devil, it disgusts !
She weeped while stabbing at . There was absolutely no sense of order or rhythm to her attacks at all. They were just chaotic, pure and utter chaos, completely unlike that of a genius swordmans. Tears began to roll down and scatter about the air like tiny diamonds as she dove at : Return Little Ke to returnreturn him to
Hearing her weep like that, it truly felt like my heart was being ripped into a million pieces right at that mont. In fact, other than retreating out of pure instinct, my mind was completely blank.
Attack? Theres no way I can do thathow could I even attack Nicolebut Im really Mo Kehow else am I supposed to explain that to youthere must be so misunderstanding sowhere, I must explain myself
Yet that wasnt the end of my misfortune. As if one Nicole wasnt enough, another silhouette soon appeared from the darkness. It was broad-shouldered, muscular and as it stood there gripping an old broadsword, its muscles seed to brim with power. Despite there not being any wind at all, the figures red hair seed to dance wildly in the air, gently caressing the unkempt beard on the figures face from ti to ti. Looking at the expression on this newcors face, I could tell that he wasnt in a good ntal state; mostly likely he had been drinking a lot It was Roscar
Its you, youre the one who ate my son. Before I even had the chance to explain myself, Roscar lunged forward with his broadsword raised high. DIE DEVIL!
Old man, its , Im Mo Ke
Fiendso you did consu my sondont give that look, you arent him, dont you dare look at with his face! Eyes red with blood, Roscar ignited the Fighters Aura within him and imdiately his body erupted in a terrifying blaze as he charged at once more. The sheer force of his pressure was enough to make step backwards.
Old man, Im really Mo Ke
Dont even think about fooling give back my son! His fist crashed into my chest. Instantly, I was sent flying back by the titanic force that threatened to rcilessly penetrate my chest cavity
His powerful shove montarily robbed of the control over my body, causing to land heavily on the ground and tumble backwards so many tis I lost track of the revolutions. Each ti I spun around, my limbs scraped against the floor painfully and uncontrollably till finally I began to lose consciousness. It was then that the violent spinning finally stopped but just as I tried to climb to my feet, I found a sword sticking right through my chest; it was Nicoles longsword
As the cold steel tore through my flesh and bones, she unreservedly pushed it forward right through my heart, knuckles white from clenching. Turning around chanically, I found her in a half squatting position, body pressed against the hilt of the sword as it lood over . As she leaned in with eyes watering, I barely managed to catch sight of her bloodshot eyes before my world began to darken: The two of you are just so similar
Even though I had a sword sticking out of my right now, and even though I should be paralyzed with burning hot pain right now, I felt nothing because my heart had shattered long ago. The physical pain I felt right now simply couldnt be compared to the emotional turmoil I was going through.
Through that thick pall of haziness around my senses, I managed to hear her saying sothing about similarity. I tried to open my mouth but the mont I did so, a gout of blood rushed up from my throat and caused to cough violently. Forcing it down, I asked: whats similar?
Your eyesthey are just like Little Kesjust so similar As she said the words Little Ke, her eyes ward up though she still had on a complicated smile. There was the elation of having accomplished her vengeance in that smile but at the sa ti, there was a certain sense of loss from having lost a goal. It was as if she just realized how empty she felt right now, and that there was no longer anything to think about; to need or even to care about
Roscar slowly strode to my dying body and without saying another word, sliced down with his broadsword, lopping off my head under my disbelieving gaze.
Am I dead? My head was severed and my heart was stabbed by Nicoles sword Roscar then picked up my severed head and left with Nicole towards that hidden pair of ruby-like eyes which had been observing all this while.
Those eyesI rember them nowthose arent even Nicole or Roscar at all, they are just illusions created by the Nightmare Steed. Im still in the nightmare crafted by it
DreamFearI rember him clearly saying those words right as he brought into this world. Dream should be the command word to bring here and then Fear should bethats right, isnt the thing I was most afraid of to fight against Roscar and Nicoleafter all, theres no way I would ever want to harm themno matter what the reason was
In other words, hes attacking with my greatest fearso Fear is just him magnifying my greatest fear
So youve finally co to your senses. As his red eyes slowly closed in, I was now able to see his horse silhouette. Trotting calmly up to , I couldnt detect a sense of pride or satisfaction in his words at all. To him, winning over a piece of trash like wasnt even worth ntioning:
To tell you the truth, Im at a severe disadvantage in this realm when compared to you. In fact, this could be said to be your hoground, a place where I shouldnt even be able to win at all. Yet in all the countless dreams of living creatures Ive invaded so far, Ive managed to kill them. Do you know why is that? Even with my disadvantage, Ive always co out on top because of the word Fear. No matter who it was, they werent willing to strike out against the target of their fear and that is why youve lost.
His words caused to pause for a second before I finally understood the aning he was trying to convey. Even if he was able to force into the dream realm, was he truly able to create an entire nightmare? Yes and yet no at the sa. At the very end of the day, this realm was still mine, nightmare or not.
In a sense, it was kind of like a soccer match. While the matches might be decided by another foreign party, the fact that you still held the hoground advantage didnt change. After all, even if so foreign team was the organizer of the match, there was no way they acclimatize themselves to the climate, the food, the culture, etc. Even if all that wasnt true, jet lag was still an issue.
This was so for my dream realm as well. Because the battle took place in my dreams, whatever I thought about would happen. In this realm, I was God!
The problem however was this so-called God didnt realize that he possessed such power. Taking advantage of this ignorance was what the Nightmare Steed did.
In other words, as long as I will it, I can recover my original formand even kill that Shade fellow
Theres no use, the whole reason I told you all that is because youve already lost the ability to fight back. Simply put, youre about to die.
.no, how could I die so easily? I just discovered my own miraculous powers as wellall I need to do is think about my body recovering and Unfortunately for , several seconds passed and nothing happened.
I tried to open my mouth but without a throat to speak of, I couldnt really talk.
Alright, since weve reached this point, I think its about ti I sent you on your wayConsu
Ready to unleash his final killer move, the Nightmare Steed opened his mouth as if he was trying to swallow whole.
While all that happened, Roscar emotionlessly carried my head towards the waiting mouth of the Nightmare Steed. Behind him, Nicoles figure stood there motionlessly like an inanimate object.
As the Nightmare Steeds mouth slowly grew larger to the point where my eyes were filled with darkness, all I could do was helplessly stare at my impending fateif I were to be swallowed now, it would truly spell the end for .
I dont want to diebut theres nothing I can do about this at all
Even though this was my dream per say, the Nightmare Steed had completely kicked out of my own nest. WIth no way to resist him and death imminent, exactly what kind of expression should I put on?
This is like whatthe third ti Ive died then? The first two, Ill accept since they were the results of my own decisions, and of my own powerlessness. But this ti is differentthis ti Ireally dont want to diebut I dont have a choice, do I?
Nicole, Roscareven if you two are just illusions, arent you two a little too calmhow should I even react to that callousnessby crying?
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