Nana, sitting atop Todd's shoulders, peered out, her eyes wide with wonder. "How can so much tal be moving so fast?!" she exclaid, fascinated by the sight before her.
Ty, realizing that Nana and Todd had probably never seen a train, much less one flying in the sky along a mystical blue shift, knew their astonishnt was justified.
"Well, I can't really explain why or how it's flying, but I'm sure it's due to whatever magic properties they have here. That appears to be a steam-style engine-based train.
In my world, trains like that were used for transporting a massive amount of people but died out due to how hard it was to maintain the railroads," he explained.
"I suppose they figured out that little problem though," Ty mused, his gaze following the graceful arc of the train in the sky.
Nana, lost in thought, pondered the information, her excitent growing. "I want to learn more about the flying death trap!" she declared, her eyes still fixed on the vanishing train, her voice a mixture of awe and curiosity.
As she expressed her fascination, Ty noticed the locals' eyes on them, their gazes lingering not just on Nana's animated reactions, but also on Todd's unusual appearance. "The streets seem to be distracted by us," Ty observed, glancing at Todd with a knowing look. "I guess you get a lot of hate for looking like whatever creature they have here."
Todd reassured him, "It doesn't bother all that much. I've dealt with it my entire life on Alexira. These people are nice compared to them."
His grin was wide, showcasing his unworried deanor.
"You only say that because they give you free beer all the ti, isn't it?" Ty remarked with a sly smile, teasing his friend.
Todd just gave a slight shrug, his carefree attitude evident. anwhile, Nana continued to stare at the train as it passed by over the region, eventually descending slowly out of sight between an array of buildings.
Ty, peering off into the distance and surrounded by foggy clouds, noticed that there were bridges spanning hundreds of miles off in other directions. 'I suppose that makes sense,' Ty thought to himself.
"It only makes sense there are more ways to get in, but this is just the bridge to get to the main gate." As he pondered, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted when a man in a dark cloak bumped into him.
Ty's eyes quickly caught a glimpse of a three-leaf clover icon on the man's wrist, sparking a mont of recognition.
Hastily, he emptied his free hand into his pockets, only to find that the crystal given to him by the Demon King was missing. The realization dawned on him: the cloaked man had just pickpocketed him.
A surge of panic washed over Ty, the dread of losing his only ans to communicate with Jade fueling his actions. "I've just been pickpocketed," he blurted out to Todd, his voice laced with urgency.
"Go ahead and wait for at the end of the bridge. I'm going to chase this guy down," he decided swiftly.
"You don't want to help?" Todd asked, a note of surprise in his voice.
"No, you're already scaring people enough," Ty replied without looking back, breaking into a sprint after the dark-cloaked figure, his resolve etched in every stride.
Ty, his skeleton fra concealed beneath a masterful human disguise, launched into a sprint.
Though he lacked the muscles and sinews of a living being, the illusion cloaked his movents with the fluidity and grace of a human runner.
His feet, nothing but bones artfully hidden, pounded against the cobblestone with the simulated weight and sound of flesh and blood.
The fog swirled around him, a ghostly dance that mirrored his own spectral essence beneath the disguise.
His breath, though unnecessary for his undead form, ca in simulated gasps, crafted perfectly to mimic the rhythm of a human in haste.
His heart, long still in his skeletal chest, seed to pound in his ears - a sensory illusion to complete his disguise.
The cloaked figure ahead was just a shadow, weaving through the crowd.
Ty followed, his movents a blend of eerie precision and urgent determination, the cloak of humanity he wore disguising his true nature as he pursued the thief through the giant bridge.
Ty, his voice echoing with an ounce of anger, shouted out to the cloaked figure. "Stop, before I seriously hurt you!"
The figure, however, rely looked back at Ty with a playful smirk. In a swift, unexpected movent, he jumped onto the side of the bridge, where nothing but rapid waters churned nacingly beneath. The figure's voice, young and playful, taunted Ty.
"See if you can catch up?"
Then, in a move that defied logic, he leaped off the bridge, seemingly into the water below. However, instead of plunging into the depths, he hopped on the air itself, moving towards a far-reaching cliff.
"How the flying Fuck..." Ty stopped himself short, his mind racing to figure out how to follow the man. 'I could have just had Nana pop his head,' he thought, but that would have caused more problems.
To murder soone on a bridge teeming with people would bring unwanted attention. He placed a finger over his lip, deep in thought, contemplating his next move amidst the bustling crowd and the mysterious escape of the cloaked figure.
Ty, honing in on his inner focus, felt ti slow down around him. The Wheel of Souls materialized in front of him, its ethereal presence a stark contrast to the chaos of the surrounding world. He muttered to himself, evaluating his options: "Fire, Yami King, Gravity guy, Barrier guy, The Wolves... No, no, none of these will do."
An ingenious idea struck Ty. "I've seen this done in so TV shows, so maybe it can work here?" he thought, a spark of inspiration igniting within him.
He reached for the Fla Life orb and the Barrier Life orb, which he had started to disassociate from their actual human counterparts.
In his palms, they began to glow, their light intensifying as two new orbs replaced their spots. A giant cranking noise erupted inside Ty's mind, accompanied by a small voice that gradually grew louder. "Yes, continue on," it encouraged.
As the Wheel faded away, ti surged back to its normal pace. A number appeared above the now-vanishing wheel, initially showing 1320, before shifting to 13:18.
The sequence seed to hold so deeper significance, a hidden ssage or code that Ty had yet to decipher.
That must be how many souls are left in a blank slate, Ty pondered, but the significance of the colon in the number sequence eluded him.
As ti snapped back into motion, he noticed it accelerating, catching up to the ti he had gained during the freeze.
"So even if I use this ability to freeze ti, it will cause the monts afterward to speed up," he thought, recognizing the inconsistent nature of this power. "I can't overthink it now," he decided, focusing on the task at hand.
With a sense of urgency, Ty summoned fire to his hands. It swirled like a vortex, grasping at the soles of his feet. Without hesitation, he leaped off the side of the bridge.
The dark-cloaked figure, slightly turning around, displayed a shocked smirk at Ty's bold pursuit.
As Ty fell, he released all the fire from his hand. The soles of his shoes transford into a translucent half-do, from which small flickers jetted out.
Suddenly, an eruption of fla shot out, doubling Ty's speed. He had cleverly combined the fire with the barrier ability, using it as a thrust inducer for controlled speed.
Struggling to stabilize himself in mid-air, Ty montarily lost sight of the dark-cloaked man, who had reached the ground and dashed off with incredible swiftness.
Ty steadied himself, the flas transitioning from orange to a dark blue, signaling a further increase in speed. He surged forward towards the man at blinding speed.
anwhile, at the edge of the bridge, Todd had caught up and turned to Nana, remarking, "I guess we really do just gotta wait for him." The scene unfolded with a mix of high-speed action and anticipation, as Ty, propelled by his ingenious use of powers, chased after the elusive figure.
Ty's voice, resonant and filled with urgency, echoed back towards them through the air. Around them, dozens of onlookers had gathered, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief.
They watched, spellbound, as Ty's figure, now a diminishing speck in the distance, leaped daringly off the bridge.
The spectacle of the chase, so vivid and intense monts ago, slowly began to dissipate like mist in the morning sun.
Nana, amidst the murmuring crowd, placed a hand over her face in a gesture of exasperation. "There should have been an easier way than this," she murmured, her voice a mix of frustration and concern.
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