Visionary Winston peered through the abyss and his eyes fell atop a large ga structure, futuristic in appearance situated sowhere on the 122nd floor.
He looked at the one who had uttered his na, but before his eyes could fully lock on, the entire space was sealed. The shinsu itself, sothing which had never hampered his divination or travelling moved to create chaos and disorder, making everything difficult for Winston to see.
But he already knew all about him.
The White Dwarf. The sa he had killed with his own hands.
Without hesitation, Winston leapt into the spirit world and appeared on the 122nd floor.
The shinsu in the area was chaotic, making direct teleportation feel like a distant dream. But it served little obstruction to Winston who held the Door pathway.
With a simple step into the void, his figure blinked into the abyss and appeared above a ga structure full of sprawling tal behemoths and spires that towered over the landscape.
As he appeared, the knowledge of the White Dwarf began to flood his mind again.
Yet this ti was also the sa. Just like when he had perford spirit channeling on the dead carcass of the man.
No, it was even more weird.
It was a simple blank slate. A white void, if you will.
It felt as if the dwarf were not a person at all.
Instead, they were sothing else entirely, devoid of any history, thoughts, or mories. The one beside him however... he was peculiar.
Visionary Adam extended his hand and smiled compassionately. Then, he opened his mouth and uttered.
"Burn."
A single word. A profound declaration. A command upon the world and the shinsu around him. Fantasy overlapped with the real world. Make Believe turned into reality.
His tone was monotonous. The word was thrown out without any build up and with such speed that most might not even catch it.
But then, a small spark appeared in his hand and fell down.
At that mont, every single being in the vicinity felt sothing. A primal fear of flas, consuming them from the inside out.
It felt as if all the heat in the world was concentrated to a single point and left to burn forever. A single touch would incinerate anything.
And as the spark fell upon the gastructyre composed of tal, chaos descended.
The shinsu that had been thrown into chaos cald, and then it exploded into a shower of flas and magma.
Fla. Oh fla.
Beautiful glorious fla.
I study it, I control it, I am it. It completes . Every night, every day, every mont of the Tower it works it's magic. It's majesty is unmatchable, its workings too complicated for others to understand.
It baffles how you can be considered a force of destruction.
How can you, the most beautiful and the most enchanting be considered horrid?
But it doesn't matter. For you are one with .
The other people that wish to control their flas hold no power over you. They might call themselves masters of fla, but I alone stand as your very incarnation. Your lover.
Blossom was always afraid of her flas. Only if she could see the beauty inside them. It would have stopped her from going down the rabbit hole of depression in her own mind.
My eyes glisten in the dark room as I watch the dim candle burn with a small wisp. So small. Yet so powerful. Such was the nature of flas. They were not to be feared. They were to be relished in.
As I watched the fire dance around the wax, my eyes suddenly turned, drawn sowhere. Sowhere on the 122nd floor.
My eyes flashed, overco by a strange heat as they yearned to burn. And burn they did.
The glorious and majestic fire enveloped as I lted a hole through space. And taking a step, I went inside.
The light blinded for a mont. And perhaps it was by coincidence, but despite not trying to, I appeared right before the perpetrator of the disturbance I had felt.
The disturbance in the blaze.
My eyes scan the strange figure that floated before . He wears unblemished white robes and a silver cross on his neck. He has golden yellow hair and a neatly trimd beard. His gold eyes that shine in the light hold a strange allure yet seem dangerous all the sa.
I smile at him. A charming smile, ford unconsciously on my lips by the spectacle around us. Magma, fire and flares of heat marred the entire landscape, turning everything one could see into a never ending burning sea of heat.
She knew where they were. At least she had an inkling of it. It was where they fought the chanoids for the last ti before they were able to get rid of them entirely. Only now, the entire thing looked a bit too worse.
The tal structures that stood proudly in the ground for untold eons even before they had climbed the tower now burned to the ground. The magma pooled into the crevices of rocks below as the rock itself burned and transford into liquid heat. Nothing was spared. The last few chanoid corpses and the smaller creatures that now inhabited the land disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was a frightening display of firepower; one that although surprised her, failed to reach her level still; much less that of Blossom's flas of destruction that consud all rules in the tower.
For what reason this man had released such destruction below, it remained to be seen.
"Yeon Yirang." A sweet and pleasing voice rang in my ear, soothing the mind.
A spell? That thought rang in my mind.
"Indeed." I said, eting the eyes of this... strange man.
"I thought the ten family heads were mostly inactive." I chuckled at his remark. He was not afraid of . He wasn't even being courteous or showcasing the least bit of respect that cos only from fear. That was curious.
"The current happenings in the tower have prompted us to co out from our inactive states. Recently, I even got wind of Hon getting back up." I said, trying to read his expressions. But no matter how much I tried, it remained a mystery. His features were complicated, but they
proved unexpectedly hard to see through.
His face only held a compassionate smile that cald the mind.
"And what brings you here?" He asked.
I stop, for, but a mont.
"I sensed sothing. That fla and thought it was interesting. Tell , young man. Are you perhaps a beholder of the ancient powers?" I raised an eyebrow and ask.
The man chuckled warmly and shook his head.
"No. Far from it."
I nod at his words. "Then let ask you. Why did you do this?" I pointed to the ground which
had turned into a sea of lava. There were no more rocks or tal. Only liquid that promised death through incineration.
The man tilted his head and pinched his chin for a mont before he again t my eyes.
"I was trying to swat a flea." he said. Then, he shook his head.
"No, perhaps it was not a flea. Maybe it was a large worm that I've ignored long enough for it
to beco a problem." He said, correcting himself.
"I see. And how has that turned out for you?" I ask, feeling a strange sense of intrigue.
"I didn't succeed." He said without missing a beat. "He is... how to say..." The man grinned at
.
"Let's say he's like a zombie. Getting up after dying. Like that old enemy that cos back even though it makes no logical sense for him to. Even if you kill them by your own hands."
My eyes narrow at his words. He seed to be hinting at sothing.
And I wasn't sure I liked it.
"You don't happen to be from the age of genesis would you?" My words suddenly beca
cold and my eyes took on a murderous hint.
"Hardly." He chuckled and shook his head. Then, he looked to the ground. "I'm a bit pissed.
Your sudden appearance made him get away." He said.
I stare at him coldly.
"Is that supposed to be a warning?" I ask.
"No. But you're welco to speculate. You may as well take it as a warning or you may take it
as a sign of my first greeting to you." He smiled.
"My na is Adam. And I am the Visionary." The man clutched the silver cross hung on his neck and looked to the sky. "And he is soone I like to call the Hanged Man."
I raise an eyebrow. He? Who was he talking about.
Just then, a ripple travelled through the shinsu.
My eyes widened sensing the sudden arrival of so being. Sothing that felt ancient.
Sothing strong.
And everything broke.
Crack!
Shatter!
The space around shattered like glass and what I saw made widen my eyes. Flas unconsciously materialized around as I saw a being of pure Degeneration and chaos.
It was a man, naked and with a single eye at his head. He spread his arms into a T-pose as he
hanged upside down upon a large cross. All around him was a blinding black light as the
shinsu turned black and corrosive.
Flas instantly began to dance, threatening to burn everything around . At that mont,
I realized sothing.
Perhaps it was not by chance that she had appeared directly before this man. Perhaps
everything had been a trap.
But before I had a chance to attack, the degeneration stopped.
Adam and the Hanged Man stood still in the sky and looked at her.
"I told you not to make such a dramatic entrance. See? You scared her?" "What is the aning of this?" I ask. The heat in the area that had started to cool after the
man's earlier attack at the ground again started to rise. I was pissed.
Adam smiled at again. And in his hand appeared a deck of cards.
"Let introduce us again." He threw two cards at .
It was the two cards of the major arcana. Justice and The Hanged Man. "Myself, Justice of the Major Arcana. And this is Hanged Man of the Major Arcana." The man
grinned at and threw the rest of the cards at .
"And here, I declare war." His eyes shone with light and flas instantly covered the entire
area, extending even to the inner and the outer tower from the middle area that we were in! "War towards the Jahad Empire!" He spread his arms open.
"All in the na of the Lord, The Embodint of the Sefirah Castle and the Dominator of the
Spirit World." He said.
My flas rushed upon them, but sothing was wrong. They were in a separate space, a
pocket dinsion that was only visible to .
My eyes cloud over with flas as the curiosity I had felt at first transform into rage.
"Until we et again. Do tell your friends." He smiled at .
"It'll be a glorious battle." He said and disappeared into the void.
As the separate space that had created crumbled before my prival flas, they were
already gone.
I stood there. Unmoving.
Wrathful.
A/N: Throw so stones.
Cheers~~
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