Honestly, it was hard to describe the place I found myself in. Or rather, even trying to put it into words, it felt impossible to accurately convey what I was feeling. I was imrsed in a vast ocean of iridescent, vibrant colors, where every hue pulsed as if it had a life of its own. And in this almost dreamlike setting, all I could think about was how free... and at peace I felt. It was as if, sohow, I had finally returned ho.
Colossal shapes, like clouds, surrounded on all sides — their soft outlines stretched as far as my eyes could see, like pieces of mist suspended in the void. No matter where I looked, glowing orbs floated everywhere, placed with an almost intentional precision, like jewels carefully scattered across a velvet black cloak.
Even wrapped in the infinite darkness of the universe, these lights cast a faint, steady glow, illuminating the space around like candles burning in a dark room. Yet, none of this light, no matter how hypnotic, could distract from the presence before .
I had many words in my mind to try to describe it, but none seed right. None truly captured the feeling growing within . In the end, I just stared at the entity, unsure of how to react — and, to be honest, not wanting to react. All I wanted was to observe it.
From where I was, it seed unlikely that it would even notice . Nekra and Althea never noticed ... so why would it be any different now? It was that thought I clung to as I watched in silence, as if the simple act of looking was sacred enough to be interrupted by neither words nor gestures.
By the way, I couldn’t even begin to describe what it looked like — it was as if no word could capture what my eyes saw. Saying it was beautiful felt like a foolish understatent, almost presumptuous on my part.
I felt tiny in front of it, as if my existence was just a whisper next to its imnse presence. Still, there was no discomfort in that. On the contrary, it filled with a strange joy. I didn’t feel fear — sothing within just knew there was no reason to fear.
As I watched the entity, I could also feel its gaze upon . Its eyes... were the very definition of the inexplicable — they changed every instant, reflecting everything one could imagine, as if each angle revealed a different universe. I didn’t know if it breathed, but if it did, it seed like the very air would bow in reverence.
Then, it began to move closer. Its movent was almost divine in its grace — it didn’t seem like it was flying or walking. It was as if it simply wished to be nearer, and the universe, in silent obedience, followed its command. It wasn’t it that was moving toward ; reality itself was bending, compressing, to bring us together.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between us had shrunk remarkably. I blinked, astonished — from where I stood, it seed that in an instant, the separation between us had simply vanished. In fact, I didn’t even notice when it happened. Suddenly, a soft, unexpected sensation brushed across my face.
When I finally regained awareness of the mont, I realized the entity — or whatever it was — was touching with a delicacy so srizing that I felt like I might break at any second, as if I were made of glass.
Its hand was strangely warm, a comforting heat that seed to envelop my skin with an unexpected softness. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the touch, allowing myself to savor that mont of calm. When I finally opened them again, I noticed the entity’s lips moving slowly, almost hypnotically.
Even though it was clearly speaking to , no words reached my ears. Its lips moved, but there was no sound. The silence around us seed to absorb even the slightest noise, creating an even stranger, more inexplicable sensation.
It stood there, so close that I could feel the warmth of its presence, almost within reach of my hands. But I didn’t dare touch it. My hands trembled just at the thought, not from the cold, but from sothing deeper, sothing older.
It was sothing that seed to co from within my bones, like an electric current coursing through every fiber of my being. I couldn’t keep my eyes on it for long; soon, I looked away, trying to escape that overwhelming sensation... but I was drawn back, as if an invisible force was pulling toward it.
The need to see it again was almost physical. A thousand words were trapped in my mind, each one trying to escape, all about it, but no matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn’t say any of them.
It was as if the very essence of life was bowing before it. Not like a submissive servant, but like a daughter finally finding her origin, a lost link that resurfaces with power and clarity.
The existence around it beca thicker, almost tangible — the air grew denser, heavier, as if nature itself were breathing more intensely. Even the sound changed, muffled and distant, as if the entire world were holding its breath, waiting for its next move.
Death didn’t seem to fear it. On the contrary, it stayed at a distance, watching it with an almost reverent calm, as if, sohow, it recognized sothing in it that commanded respect. It was as if it knew that, in its presence, even the end had to ask for permission before approaching.
Ti itself seed to hesitate, as if uncertain of its next move. A mont stretches, extending like eternity, and yet it slips away in the blink of an eye, fleeting and relentless.
There’s sothing in the way it looks at , a gaze carrying a depth impossible to asure, that makes feel, paradoxically, both newly born and consud by the years, with the fragility of a beginning and the weight of a lifeti.
Chaos unexpectedly grows silent. It doesn’t dissolve, doesn’t disappear. Instead, it settles on the ground, legs crossed, like a child who, after all this ti, has finally found soone who can understand it. Its silence is heavy, as if it were allowing itself, for the first ti, simply to exist, without the need to keep fighting.
Order tries to approach, moving with the precision of one trying to control the unknown. It tries to label, asure, comprehend every last detail. But for every effort, it is t with a simple gesture, a softness in the gaze, and a calm smile that seems unconcerned with the weight of the world’s certainties. And then, all assumptions dissolve, like sand slipping between fingers, leaving a void that reason cannot fill.
Hope cries, yes, but she also smiles, with a serene sweetness. Her smile, though gentle, carries the lightness of soone who has finally found what they’ve been searching for. As if, deep in her soul, she recognized in that mont the ho she never had, but that had always been waiting for her, hidden among life’s winding paths.
Fear... Fear kneels. Not out of cowardice, but out of deep reverence. Because even it understands there is sothing sacred in that presence. Sothing so vast and inevitable that it cannot be challenged—only accepted, with a silent surrender that echoes deep in the soul.
I felt the gentle touch of the being sliding from my face to my hair, smoothing it with an inexplicable tenderness. I didn’t know why, but this sensation wasn’t unfamiliar to . In fact, it was surprisingly comforting, almost like a shelter in the midst of chaos.
There was sothing nostalgic about it, as if it were an echo of sothing lost in ti, sothing familiar. At that mont, I began to realize I no longer cared about a realization that, for so ti, had deeply troubled : Nekra, Althea, and all the others who would still appear... I knew them.
When that thought fixed itself in my mind like a confirmation, a soft sound finally erged, a delicate laugh full of happiness. Looking up at the being, their lips curved gently, forming a smile so beautiful it seed sculpted by the very hand of an artist. It was like gazing at a living sculpture, a perfect reflection of serenity and grace. That was the last image my mind processed before being swallowed by complete darkness.
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(POV - Victor Hale)
“This is the perfect ti for you to co up with a brilliant plan!” Victor comnted, his tone urgent and almost desperate, echoing through the environnt as his eyes fixed on Arthur, waiting for a quick response.
“In this situation? Unfortunately, I don’t believe my plans would work. I’d say I’m more suited for a silent infiltration than a desperate escape” Arthur replied, his eyes quickly scanning the area, evaluating every detail with care.
Both remained atop the building, accompanied by the [Angel of Death]. As she touched the flower, an unusual silence filled the air. The imposing figure of the entity stood motionless, as if ti had frozen, while the delicate, radiant flower emitted a golden light that pulsed softly and steadily.
However, sothing strange was happening: the anomalies, previously scattered across the streets of the city, began to stir. As if awakened by an invisible force, they started climbing the building, their grotesque, unstable forms trying to reach the top at all costs, as if the very glow of the flower had triggered a desperate reaction within them.
Victor and Arthur managed to hold off the anomalies’ advance for a ti, handling the situation with precision. Arthur caused controlled landslides, making the ground give way strategically, while Victor, with his anomalous weapon, fired powerful bursts that obliterated everything in its path.
However, no matter how many anomalies they brought down, new ones appeared relentlessly, as if the very air were saturated with them. It was as if, suddenly, the giant flower had issued a silent order, a command reverberating through the city streets, summoning even more distorted creatures, with no sign of it coming to an end.
In the end, Victor’s anomalous weapon simply stopped working, as if it had lost all its energy in an instant. Victor, growing increasingly frustrated, tried to get the weapon to react, giving it small hits, but he knew that if he forced it, it would likely work again.
But he had seen enough in his tests to know what would happen next: when physically forced to act, the weapon wouldn’t hesitate to retaliate, attacking anyone daring to challenge it.
Even after all these observations, Victor still found it hard to believe that a single weapon could be capable of killing so many disposable subjects. And to make matters worse, a being watched them silently from atop the debris, as if all that chaos and destruction ant nothing to it.
With this thought, Victor looked away. The being created by the [Angel of Death] watched them silently, its red eyes glowing intensely. However, it didn’t seem like the being would take any action.
Victor didn’t know exactly why, but there was sothing about its posture that indicated it wasn’t going to intervene. Maybe it was because its creator wasn’t in imdiate danger? Victor had no idea what was going on in the mind of that entity made of mist.
The thought quickly crossed Victor’s mind, but before he could delve into it, he was forced to look back at the edge of the building.
Giant claws, resembling sharp pincers, suddenly appeared, tearing through the concrete, followed by a relatively large body that violently erupted.
It was a monstrous crab, one of many grotesque beings trying to climb the structure in search of the top. The sound of tal being shredded echoed as the creatures advanced, relentless and hungry to reach whatever lay above.
“Shit! We’re cornered!” Victor exclaid, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings where more anomalous monsters appeared, scaling the building walls with terrifying agility.
A magma wolf, its incandescent eyes glowing in the darkness. A lizard equally made of molten substance, its scales emitting a fiery glow.
Praying mantises, with their long, nacing legs, and even flying insects, whose wings, made of volcanic rocks, prevented them from taking flight. Grotesque beings, with multiple legs like centipedes and giant spiders, crawled and moved with unsettling agility.
From Victor’s point of view, it looked more like a nightmare—a Halloween that ca too early, or perhaps a distorted nightmare taken over by infernal fury. Victor, believing there would be no escape this ti, was montarily stunned when an intense golden light began emanating from his body.
Or rather, it seed to co from behind him, reflecting off his skin, as if sothing was manifesting within his very being. When he turned, his eyes widened slightly in astonishnt. In front of him, the flower was finally blooming, its petals opening with an almost ethereal gentleness.
Floating before it, the [Angel of Death] materialized, its eyes sparkling with a srizing glow in multiple shades, as if reflecting all the mysteries of the universe. The atmosphere seed to fill with a sinister serenity, as if ti had slowed in the face of that awe-inspiring vision.
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