Chapter 261: A Firelit Sky
We discussed a lot more about the specifics involved with what we were doing on Giess and abroad. I tuned most of it out, feeling a bit numb. That was okay. I didn’t want to be fully invested in what I was about to do either way. Tearing the cities of Giess apart would devastate the Adair’s cause, no doubt, but it involved killing hundreds of thousands of people.
Those thoughts tumbled in my mind as the deliberation died down. It was midday by the ti we finished the discussion, and everyone acted overjoyed. We would save more gialgathens while dishing out more damage. They could think that because they wouldn’t be the ones doing damage.
That burden rested upon my shoulders.
I paced towards my room as everyone said their goodbyes. During the night, I’d lay siege towards Agatheo, the next city on Giess. Without anyone else there, I contemplated a few tactics to destroy the city. Repeated Orbital Bombardnts, mana bombs, even smothering the city with Event Horizon, these options all popped out to . One option stuck out, and it was a far more straightforward than those options – throwing rocks. Instead of lobbing myself, I would generate a stone the size of a large cliff and drop it on the city. From high enough up, it would lay waste to the entire region.
Simple. Brutal. Effective. It would be all those things and more. It made the job simple and easy, like pressing a button or pulling a lever. It rested on with the weight of a mountain, however. No one else noticed my emotional turmoil as I walked towards my room.
In that lonely temple, I prepared myself for the task ahead. All I needed was mana, so I charged crystallized mana stones as I waited. I mapped out the route I’d take to destroy the cities, and they wouldn’t last long. If anything, they should’ve slowed down their hybridization. Because they did it so fast, they unleashed this newfound hell onto themselves.
With my back leaning against a stone wall, I tossed a chunk of crystallized mana into my portal storage. I did this for another hour before a familiar face showed up. She knocked on the open doorway before leaning her head through the opening,
“Hey, anyone there?”
I smiled, a genuine grin, “No one important.”
Althea rolled her eyes, pacing in, “Huh? Really now? We can agree to disagree then.”
I stood up, and we hugged each other. I held her longer than I expected to, and I let out a deep sigh like I’d been holding my breath. As I pulled back, she kept her hands wrapped around my waist. She raised an eyebrow,
“I won’t ask what’s going on since you don’t look like you want to talk about it.”
I nodded, my smile turning sad. Althea pursed her lips,
“Uh, even if I’m, like, super curious.”
I widened my eyes, “I’ll be destroying a city. Well, cities. I don’t know. It’s different when I’m doing sothing with other people behind . It’s easy to stand on the front of a moving ship. Now it feels more like I’m dragging the vessel behind . It’s a lot, even for .”
She frowned, “That’s hard.”
“Damn right it is…but thanks for noticing. It ans the world to .”
“It’s the least I can do.”
It was my turn to roll my eyes.
“What do you an? You don’t owe anything. Hell, I’m the reason you’re wrapped up in this.”
Her eyes narrowed, “That’s not true. We all agreed to go to Giess to get rid of our unknown statuses. We all agreed each ti you went to do sothing as well. You never acted on your own. You let us have our say. Besides, you helped get out from under Yawm’s thumb. I’d say that’s worth sothing.”
She peered down, losing steam,
“Uhm, in my opinion.”
“Well, thanks.” I puffed my chest, “I guess I am pretty aweso.”
“Okay, I take it back.”
“Too late. I’m already feeling better.”
Althea phased from my arms, causing to stumble forward. She popped up behind , kicking down. I fell, stopping my montum with a bit of gravitational manipulation. She pretended to pull my arm back,
“Gotcha.”
I followed her lead, acting as if she almost had . She counted aloud, “One, two-“
I turned us around with a gravitational vortex. We flipped weightlessly suspended before I let us down with a gentle tug. I pushed her down by her wrists,
“Who’s got who now?”
She acted as if she was struggling for a second before batting her eyelashes, “Oh no! You’ve got . Ahhhh.”
She blinked at . I rolled my eyes while pushing myself up, “Okay, how do you even know about wrestling, anyway?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling close, “I’ve been reading so old human magazines. There are these fake wrestling ones I can’t get enough of. They’re like…dramas, but all muscly.”
I furrowed my brow, “Wait a minute. You like professional wrestling?”
She blushed, “Yeah, so what?”
I laughed before murmuring, “It’s nothing. I just didn’t expect that.”
She shrugged, “They’re interesting. One guy called Turbo Slam reminded of when we t. He’s kind of a jerk, but a…lovable jerk, I guess?”
I raised my eyebrows, leaning close to her, “Should I be concerned?”
“What? I’d never go out with the guy. He’s way too hairy.”
I smiled, “You know who you remind of?”
“Who?”
“Miss Magisteria. She’s a wrestler that my mom loved to watch. We’d always see them on Sunday afternoon after so of the boring football gas.”
“What was she like?”
“Miss Magesteria loved to act like she’s weaker than she is before she turns on her enemy.”
“Not her, I an your mom.”
I frowned, “Oh. Her.” I furrowed my brow, “That’s tough to answer. She died of cancer when I was seven, so I don’t rember her all that well. What I do recall is just general ‘feelings’ she gave .”
Althea leaned close, “Tell about them.”
I cleared my throat while thinking. “So, uhm…Well, she was hard-headed. I rember that much. She had a way of getting dad to do whatever she wanted. She was a stay at ho mom, so we hung out all the ti. I always thought she was the most fun mom out there.”
I peered at the temple wall, “Even though she wasn’t the one making money, she was the one that made the decisions. Without her, dad was just…lost, yunno? It was like he poured everything he had into her and their life. When she passed, it broke him. He was never the sa after that.”
Althea raised an eyebrow, “I’ve never heard of her or him. Why don’t you talk about them?”
“Because those were dark tis in my life.”
“Darker than facing Yawm?”
I shrugged, “Yeah. Probably. At least when fighting the tree man, I had so choice in the matter. Powerless as I felt, I wasn’t trapped. I got to make a few calls about what happened. Even if it was between two terrible choices, I still got to decide in the end what happened to .”
I shook my head, “It wasn’t like that with dad. I tried everything, and nothing worked with him. Every ti I got close, he would break down whatever relationship we built up. By the ti I started avoiding the house, I was sick of him and his constant rants.”
Althea put a hand on my shoulder, “That must have been hard.”
I sighed, “It was, but I’m not that powerless kid anymore. If anything, I’m like a living nuclear bomb. I have more power than I know what to do with. It’s scary sotis.”
Althea peered off, “Yeah. I get that sotis too.”
“It’s not all bad, though.” I put a hand on her cheek, “I have you now.”
She pressed her hand against mine, “Only if I have you too.”
“Always.”
We stared at each other for a mont, the tense silence anything but awkward. I wrapped my fingers between hers before giving Althea a light squeeze and letting go. I sighed, “You know Miss Magesteria?”
“Yeah.”
“I made the na up.”
Althea pushed my hand off of her, “Oh co on, don’t do that. That sounded like a real na.”
I smirked, “That’s because any na sounds real in professional wrestling.”
“Whatever. They’re cool.”
She pushed herself up in a fluid motion, launching herself off the floor before landing on her feet,
“I can see you’re doing fine. I’ll just leave then.”
I pulled myself up, hugging her from behind, “Hey, I didn’t an it.”
She turned to , “Really? It sounded like you did.”
“I didn’t. It’s cool you like sothing like that anyway. We should watch it together soti.”
“What? There are videos?”
“I’m sure soone kept so from before the culling. We can ask around at the ho base and find so. It shouldn’t be too hard to track so down.”
Her eyes lit up like stars in a night sky,
“That would be amazing. You promise?”
I grinned, “For sure.”
We hugged each other before she walked towards my door’s entrance. With her hips swinging, she flipped her hair on her way out,
“Just rember, Turbo Slam keeps his promises.”
I scoffed, “Okay, sure. So would Miss Magesteria.”
As she left, a deep sense of nostalgia washed over . I blinked a bit before relishing the sensation. It reminded of who I was, where I ca from, and when I was a different kind of person. For better or worse, I turned into who I was now. Peering down at my status, I checked the ti.
I was almost late.
Leaving with a jolt of gravity, I walked through the hallway, eting up with the portal specialists from Schema’s camp. They carried more scars than when we first t, and their eyes carried bags from sleepless nights. I stood tall above them, and Spear sat cross-legged, ditating in the courtyard.
I called out to him,
“Hey, we’re about to get started with Torix’s new plan.”
As if awoken from the dead, Spear shifted with sand pouring from his fra. He walked over towards us while swinging his spears. I turned towards the others,
“You guys are ready?”
The three warpers nodded. Spear started the portal chain, getting us to the general vicinity of the area. Through the gateway, a lush, humid forest sprawled out before us. I stepped through the portal with a wave of Event Horizon. The life liquified into mana, clearing the area out to the mulch of dead plant matter below.
Shivering a bit, the teleportationists followed suit. Once on the other side, I turned towards an eldritchian rift, the one Spear had once guarded. The dungeon crumbled about a month ago, making way for an opened breach. The entrance towards an icy glacier collapsed, the freezing doorway smashed to powder. This never lting ice spread from the opening and into a jungled expanse.
From this glacier, several densely furred walruses stared at us, icy picks replacing their tusks. They hobbled towards the portalists before I took a step forward. The eldritch’s will to fight disintegrated, each of them quivering in fear at the sight of . They lowered their heads, bowing to before I culled them with Event Horizon.
One of the warp specialists murmured,
“Damn. I’ve never seen that before.”
I shrugged, “It’s been happening since my last, er, evolution.” I stared at my arm, “At least that’s what Schema called it.” I shook off a sense of unease, “Co on, let’s go.”
The warpers kicked into high gear, layering several portals until we were several miles away from the next city. I didn’t read up on the details of it, only knowing it was hidden deep in the jungle. Looking at it now, the gialgathens burned down a section of forest on a steep hill. There stone buildings and outcroppings popped up between trees, the ancient temples covered in vines. It was beautiful architecture, reminiscent of Elderfire, though lacking the sa desertification.
Sha what would happen to it.
I rolled my shoulders, “You guys can leave now. I’ll send a ssage when you need to pick back up.”
They nodded, each of them filing out. The chatty one raised a hand as she left, “Hey, good luck out there.”
I shook my head, “They’re the ones that will be needing luck. Thanks though.”
She gave a begrudging nod of respect, “Alright. Kick enough ass for all of us.”
As she left, I stood on an outcrop in the jungle. With a silent rise, I propelled myself using gravity wells, slinging myself over the ancient city. I hovered about 3,000 feet over the woods and stony spires, and I lifted my hand overhead. I didn’t need to go any higher for the stone to reach terminal velocity. It would just give the blighted ones more ti to react while the friction from the air would eat at the size of the teorite.
Willing that asteroid into existence, a dark stone ford above my palm, quintessence flooding from my fra. The white aura mirrored a star when viewed from below. They would see a section of starless sky, one blotted by absolute darkness. As the rough, jagged rock expanded overhead, a dark shadow cast over , concealing my form. It took longer to make than I expected, giving ti to glance at what was beneath .
I found the Hybrids, their enormous tendrils, and the blighted resting on the tops of buildings and trees. A few dreadnoughts hovered over the expanse, their power cores glowing from the vessel’s depths. I stayed out of their sight, none of them the wiser.
By the ti I fully ford the rock over my head, twenty minutes passed. The stone mimicked a small cliffside, each end sharpened to speed its descent. This gave it the size and proportions of your average skyscraper. With a few more minutes of crafting, I reinforced the structure with dark steel. This would hold it together on impact, making it all the more devastating.
With the makeshift teorite finally finished, I lobbed the massive stone towards the ground while following its descent. I pushed it down from above, further speeding it all while accelerating it beyond terminal velocity with gravity wells on the bottom and antigravity wells on top.
This gave it only a few seconds to speed up, but that was all it needed. It crashed through clouds, peeling through the air like a blot of black falling through space. Friction mounted on the surface, red light brimming forth as portions of the stone heated. It only glowed a dim red at the very end. The city remained unaware until the last monts.
With nothing to stop the impact, I lowered my feet onto the edge of the teorite. Within a second of it landing, I gave it one last push, jumping from the missile. This sped it up while getting away from the blast radius.
Despite the short fall, the stone created an explosive, apocalyptic detonation. It was like a nuclear bomb, the light on impact more blinding than the sun. The flash faltered a second later, showing an enormous plu of debris launching from the collision. The shockwave leveled buildings, stripping pavent and concrete from the ground. The sound shattered glass before tearing the buildings apart, and even the blighted tumbled like ragdolls under the teor’s might.
The sound reminded of my own impacts. It was the kind of loud that left your ears ringing as if they couldn’t even comprehend how deafening the noise was. The kinetic, thermal wave followed, washing over those in the jungled city like a tsunami of fire and brimstone. This literal hell crashed over them and liquefied their insides while roasting their dead bodies. The espens washed under this debris, so dissolving from the wave of heat while others disintegrated entirely. Even the Hybrids fell to pieces under the strain of the shockwave, their nanomachine laden insides cooking.
The forest surrounding the city of stone rippled with fire and force. It leveled trees miles away, the wind rippling trees off in the horizon. Fires started nearby from heated stones raining across the landscape, each drenching the land in red. Off in the distance, these pieces of rubble crashed like grenades, carpet bombing the forest and its occupants.
I remained in place near the explosion, anchored by gravity and my own body’s tenacity. The shockwave washed over like a warm wind, almost pleasant like a warm bath. Chunks of stone powdered against my steel skin, and the heat left glowing yellow. This shrapnel blast lasted about a minute before slowing down, my hearing returning as it did. As the dust eventually settled, the Hybrids sprinkled the surface of the glowing debris.
Their charred, broken exteriors showed their orange insides, splattered in the dirt like cooked lobsters smashed into soil. Their shells shattered, they remained husks dotting the carnage, their corpses decorating the land with decay and death. I stayed above it all, The orange glow radiated over my own shining fra.
I grimaced at the desolation. A wave of panic welled in my chest before I shut it down. This was necessary. More than that, this wasn’t the only city I had devastated. Even in the scope of tonight, it wouldn’t be the last. With my own emotions quelled, I pulled back several miles from the city, reaching our landing zone.
Around , the entire area flattened, the jungle smothered by the wave of wind. The brush uprooted. The trees fell from the epicenter of the explosion. It was silence besides for a few crackling fires nearby, flas spreading from craters of debris. It was an ugly sight.
As I sent the ssage to return, the portalists arrived minutes later. Gawking at the utter calamity surrounding them, they added to the silence, the kind of quiet that screams in your ears. It reminded of Springfield after Yawm’s plague killed off the populace. We ended up going from house to house, eliminating all of them.
This would’ve been much easier and less personal. I hoped other cities pulled through on Earth as stared at what happened to Giess. It made the act of vaporizing these infected cities easier on my conscious. Striking these blows against the Adairs gave us the opportunity to help others further down the line.
It freed up resources to extend our reach, and that would end up helping those we took under our wing. Well, less taking under our wing and more like whipping them into shape, but either way, we were helping them out in the end. The eldritch were a permanent problem. We needed permanent solutions for them.
As the fires raged around , those thoughts held together.
The portalists lacked my dread, the silence breaking when one of them whistled aloud. They kept their distance from , my glowing fra hot enough to ignite their armors and skin. I snapped a finger, a wave of quintessence washing cold energy over . As it did, my armor screeched with an alien, hollowing sound. The talkative warper murmured,
“By Schema…I’m glad you’re on our side.”
I rolled my shoulders,
“I am too. Now co on, we’ve got plenty left to do.”
Spear stood beside them, whipping a spear. The electrical buzzing of sheared dinsions rang in my regenerated ears. I seethed,
“One down. Two more to go.”
As I stepped through the portal Spear made, I gave one last look at the carnage. Shaking my head with disgust, I hoped we’d get back to helping people rather than killing them.
Only ti would tell when that would happen.
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Phil Williamson –
My eyes opened to cobweb-covered corners and dirty windows. I pushed myself out of bed, the sheets unwashed for years now, so they reeked sothing awful. Rubbing the tired out of my eyes, I peered around at the popcorn ceiling and the nylon wood walls.
Eh, it was a ho I guess.
I pushed myself out of the patchwork sheets, my wife having stitched them back together for the hundredth ti. It was better than sleeping with holes in sheets, but I wished we weren’t so stingy before the damned apocalypse. I might have so soles on my shoes that weren’t glued on if that were the case.
Compared to fighting those eldritch at night, I could deal with worn-down shoes. It was watching everyone else wear down that really tore up inside. I walked downstairs, the carpet covered steps creaking underfoot like whiny children. I needed to repair the underlying wood with a few nails and so sawed wood boards to stiffen the steps. It would have to wait till later. I was too tired after guarding the house at night.
From outside the windows of our den and kitchen, I saw that night was coming soon, the sun setting. I sighed, a sort of unconscious complaint I didn’t an to make. My pop always told that a man kept his discontent to himself. I was the man of the house, so naturally, that ant I couldn’t whine about anything.
No matter how much I might’ve wanted to.
That didn’t apply to my son, Jason, however. He was a skinny boy, the kind that grew tall before growing wide. It gave him this gangly sort of deanor only teenagers held on to for long. I couldn’t bla him for keeping that sa lanky look either; he was only fourteen when the system ca and crashed any chance we had at a normal life. Now he wore hand down coveralls covered in the sa patchwork my blankets had.
It always stung sowhere in my chest when I saw them every morning. Day after day, week after week, I wanted to offer him a better life, but I was just so tired every day after keeping our ho safe. In the end, maybe I was just lazy. I couldn’t tell anymore. It hurt just the sa no matter how I thought about it.
Those thoughts jostled up in my head as Jason stared down at his status, no doubt dissecting the numbers and whatnot. He helped show what was going on when the system first arrived. I was clueless as a farr in a stock market. It was beyond , I tell yah.
For Jason, it ca like second nature. He smoothly adapted to it, just like he did phones and touchpads when we first got those too. It was a sha he’d never be a fighter, though. He had the drive, but that didn’t matter. These monsters didn’t care if you wanted to get better. They’d kill anything near their level, no two ways about it.
That’s what ended up happening. I guarded the first monsters that ca to our house after we finished the tutorial. We only had one rifle with a bit ammo, and I was the only one that knew how to use it. That got a headstart on levels, along with a few perks to boot.
Now I was so far overleved over the rest of the family that guarding fell to always. In so ways, I took pride in defending my family. In others, I exhausted myself with the constant fighting. It would never end, but I could never stop. Otherwise, my family would be butchered like pigs in a slaughterhouse.
Jason didn’t take too kindly to my out leveling him either. He resented for it, even now as I put my hands in my jean pockets,
“Hey, son. It’s good to see you’re doing well.”
He didn’t even et my eye, choosing to stare down at sothing invisible,
“Sure.”
I peered away, finding Margret making dinner in the kitchen. It was simple food, a few herbs, boiled potatoes, and grilled corn for dinner. We didn’t have at in the al, but that was only for special occasions. It wasn’t as if keeping cows around would help much, considering they’d just get eaten up by the damn eldritch.
She was washing dishes in water, no real soap left. I walked up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder,
“How you doing honey-“
She shook like I electrocuted her, her entire body going stiff. A glass plate shattered against the floor as she took a few deep breaths. I took a step back, lifting my hands,
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, “No, no. It’s my fault. I’m just a little jumpy is all.”
She turned to as beautiful as the day I t her. Sure, the chaos we lived in ant her eyes had bags under them, but she looked gorgeous to all the sa. She jittered about, gaining a twitch since the monsters roafd around us. She got that ever since Sally died. Just rembering that made the hole in my chest burn.
God, I missed her so much.
She’d never be back though, so I sucked up my pain and carried on, smiling at my wife,
“Margret, it’s just . You know I’ll keep the family safe. I always do.”
She gave a weak smile, “Of course. Of course. I need to pray more is all.”
I nodded, “Yup. It helps you calm down.”
She grabbed her wrist, covering up scars. She did it without thinking about it, but I noticed every ti. I frowned, knowing she had an episode once Sally passed. There was more to her suicide attempt than just her death, however.
After Schema ca in and flipped our world upside down, local governnts shut down not long after. We couldn’t get any of the anxiety dication for Margret anymore. She didn’t handle it too well after we talked to a few neighbors and figured out that Sally passed. She was torn apart by wolves in the tutorial…
My poor girl didn’t deserve that. No one did.
Margret took the death hardest, though it still left empty too. Soone had to be strong for the family, and as the man of the house, that fell to . Jason barely cried, instead choosing to fall into so system gas and the like. Avoiding pain wasn’t strength. My pop told that, and I don’t know if I ever forgave Jason for not caring about Sally like we did.
Maybe Jason did care, but he could do a lot better job of showing it. That much I knew. I couldn’t hate my own son despite that. He worked the farm ever since I took on guard duty. I tried helping for a while, but I ended up exhausted. So exhausted, I began falling asleep as I guarded the house. One ti a monster tore three of my fingers off on my left hand because of that. My face was never the sa after those wounds, either.
After that, I quit helping out on the farm. It was too dangerous.
Jason hated for it, but there just wasn’t anything I could do. A man could only handle so much, and keeping the house safe was my limit. Our rifle long lost all its ammo, and now I fought with a club I made from scratch. It wasn’t the best, but it got the job done.
With the maul, I needed all the strength I could muster. The monsters were getting more robust, and I didn’t know if I could handle it for much longer. I’d hold on and die with a weapon in my hand if it ant keeping these two safe, whether they hated or not. It’s what kept going.
That wasn’t entirely true, not anymore at least. I found sothing that helped pass the hours during the night recently. I looked forward to it as we finished up a bland breakfast. It was morning for but evening for the others. The ti difference kept them closer yet pulled us apart, and that was okay. I didn’t help them for sothing in return. I did it because it was the right thing to do.
That motivation spurring , I went out towards the watchtower at the top of the house. I found so crystals in a cave a few months ago, and I used them with a few glass panels to make night lights that never went out. It gave a good view of what was around, enough to shoo away anything munching on our crops or worse.
It got boring quick, the loneliness setting in like so kind of poison in my veins. Before my thoughts spiraled out of control, I opened up my status and looked up a website. Jason hated watching do it this way since he said I could do it all with a single thought. I told him this way worked, so I stuck with it.
A ‘streaming’ site opened up, so confounded alien na. As much as the idea of aliens unsettled , I couldn’t deny they ca up with so good stuff. This site was one of those ideas, and it even had a few humans on it to boot.
I checked out a few of the nas I liked to watch in the corner of my vision while I prepared for the long night. Settling in, I found streams for dungeon clearing, crafting tools, and even magic. It was useful stuff, though most of it was low-level fodder. The only high-level stream that wasn’t restricted by a subscription or credit cost was the Harbinger.
Just thinking about it gave chills. I was level 400, struggling just to survive. So monster was out there in the stars above, destroying monsters like it was nothing. It gave hope that I might be able to get to his level one day. It would be a long ti before then, so watching soone who already made it would have to do for now.
I was in luck, too; he was streaming right this second. Tuning in, I watched him overlooking so jungled city at night, the evil Hybrids spread out before him. My eyes widened, and my heart raced as I watched him slam a massive stone into the land. He flattened the whole city like a spatula pressing down on a pancake.
It left with goosebumps. I thanked the lord that he wasn’t against us before the stream showcased an ad for his guild, the Harbinger’s Legion. It never ntioned where the guild was, but it did say how to join them. It required a few major hurdles, but it was still a genius move. Who wouldn’t want that guy on their side? If they were anywhere near Tenessee, I’d join them in a heartbeat. There were more than just a few issues with joining them right now, however.
They required a screening process along with a training program. Now, I didn’t mind the training part. I did bootcamp back in the sixties for Vietnam. If there was one good part about the system, I felt younger now than I did then. Jason could use a good knocking around, and if the guild matched the guild owner, then they’d do just that.
The screening, on the other hand, gave the heebie jeebies. They needed to inspect your system interface and even your mind. I didn’t trust noone going into my head and ssing with my thoughts, Harbinger’s guild or not. Apparently it was only a ‘surface level scan,’ whatever that ant.
It sounded like mind control to .
The other problem was how they handled security. Those kinds of screens and training had to happen at certain locations. If we could get there, then yeah, I’d probably get over my mind screening anxieties. We needed to go towards a nuetral, Schema controlled area before talking to a booth from them. They’d do the scan before giving you a location for one of their camps, wherever they were. For us, that just wasn’t doable.
Warping was expensive, and it required a certain level before you could do it. We barely kept afloat with the protection of a house. Traveling ant we’d face all kinds of new monsters, and I wasn’t ready for it. God knows Jason and Margret weren’t either. They’d be minceat without soone keeping them safe.
No, it was much better to stay put until soone ca close enough that we could dash over for help. Until then, we would bunker down and pray, all of us stuck out here in the middle of nowhere with monsters roaming as far as the eye could see.
At the mont, none of those monsters were out in the open, so I tuned back into the stream as the ad ended. It showed yet another city, showcasing the Harbinger tearing up another settlent of Hybrids. It left blown away that anyone could do that, let alone a dang human. Enjoying the excitent, a few hours passed with watching the Harbinger do his thing.
I peered up from the stream as sothing rustled in the bushes, an alien creak echoing in the wind. I sighed while tightening my grip on my tal club covered in the horns of so monster I once killed. With a leap, I landed onto the ground with a dull thud, my feet cracking the dirt beneath . I stared at the yellow eyes staring at , both our eyes wide with the intent to kill. Several more pairs of eyes opened, more than I could count-out.
I grimaced. It was going to be another long night.
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