Chapter 368: The Forlorn and The Warrior of Light
"Stay out of my way before I make you!" Artorias Roared and shrugged off any attempt to halt his advances. "Either you join silently or you leave it all up to !"
"What's gone into you? What happened to keeping a level head because of the mission!? This is a completely different planet from ours! There's nothing that says that the locals should act the sa way we do and have the sa customs! Maybe cannibalism and smiling all the ti is normal for them!" Kai spoke with a shaky voice, trying his best to be for once, the voice of reason in the group.
"Shut your mouth! This is the work of heretics! It's none of your concern maggot!"
"H-Heretics?" Kai raised an eyebrow and pulled back from his marching leader.
"You know… Kai might actually be right… I'm not sure why you're doing all of this. We should do so scouting first or sothing! We can't get this mad over a bunch of random aliens. We're soldiers, we should be ready for anything, especially such atrocities," Even Regrit agreed with Kai who he hated more than any other. "What do you think?" He glanced over towards the pale, blank-faced Elizabeth.
"Did… did I eat the flesh of a child…"
She was walking as though she was a zombie, and only hearing Regrit's words did her soul reenter her body.
"Oh wa… Yeah… Yeah sure…" She shook herself several tis, taking many deep breaths.
"Hey, Hikari, you cold?" He sighed before asking.
"Oh-oh, don't worry… These new clothes are really warm, I'll be fine!" She brimd with her usual air of happiness, but beneath her initial look lied a hint of sadness.
They were now almost halfway up the mountain, the fog and coldness of their surroundings seed to get more severe with every step. It appeared that there was nothing that he could do about it.
Regrit felt a massive headache creeping up in his subconscious. Artorias seed to be no longer trusted as he was consud by sothing else. If anything, he was surprised that he did not rush ahead of them and leave them in the dust, might that an that even he was not confident in facing whatever lied ahead all by himself?
For once, he wished that Moby was there with him to help clean up this ss.
And, luckily for him, his pleas were answered with a voice from behind, but, unlucky so, it was not bearing the calm, good news he was expecting…
"Runaway!! Get the hell out of there!! NOW!"
"Huh?" He turned around to see a frantically running Moby, and before he even had enough ti to process his words, he heard a crashing sound followed up by a high-pitched shriek.
His world was suddenly consud in a thick layer of foggy snow, and in the midst of the panic, he tried to burn it all away with a blast of fire, only for his flas to be consud in the icy storms.
"WHATTT!?" He whaled unable to believe his eyes.
Clanking sounds were heard from all around him, a battle had begun, and amidst the chaos, he heard a voice whisper in his ears, one that at first sounded like nothingness until his translator picked up on it.
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