Reeves and Jackal silently walked the deserted streets, an eerie silence rolled across the air and only the occasional howling of the wind could be heard.
Both of them had spent that past few minutes walking between the nooks and crannies of the town but found nothing.
Not even as much as a rodent. There was no sign of life...the entire town seed void.
Reeves stopped and frowned, lowering his muffler.
"Sothing is wrong..."
The usually high-spirited Jackal turned and looked at him blankly. Maybe it was because his sleep got disturbed or maybe it was because of the way Reeves has been acting.
He was cold.
And Reeves felt it was the later.
Jack looked around the town, agreeing to what Reeves had said.
"You are right... I guess it makes sense for us to think the people are sleeping. But right now it feels like there are no people"
Jackal despite his looks and attitude was a very sharp witted and quick to catch on kind of person.
In fact, there was a hidden respect behind everyone’s disrespect towards him because of how much of a joke he can be a lot of tis.
Most tis when he has a nudging about sothing, it was always right and the entire group of soulless had learnt so much by experience that they know better than to ignore his advises.
Reeves observed the surrounding with a keen eyesight. After a while he turned to Jackal and said with all seriousness:
"Why don’t you just say it already."
Jackal acted lackadaisical, unmoved by Reeves sudden fit.
He finally turned to Reeves, sparing him a mont (deadpan) look and asked:
"Say what?"
Reeves frowned slightly.
"Are you saying you have nothing to say after what just happened back there?"
Jackal shook his head.
"I have nothing to say."
He craned his neck, slightly narrowing his eyes as he looked at the sky.
The luminescence of the moon clearly fell on the town, brightening it up to bare minimum as required for a early dawn before the sun attempts to rise.
But sothing was wrong.
"You seriously have nothing to say? You have been silent since, that’s unlike you!" Reeves continued.
But at this point, Jackal was no longer paying attention to him.
"Jack." Reeves called, almost sounding angry.
With a slight frown on his face, Jackal muttered:
"There’s moon..."
Imdiately, the cranky soulless looked up with widened eyes.
Moons were an essentiality to every dinsion, several tales exist about their origin.
So say they are the watchful eyes of the primordials in all dinsions.
Others say, they are the remnant of what was unable to beco perfect, left to shine its light in the darkest of night and overpowered by the burning ember of the day.
In whatever tales were told about them they exist as a pillar, a sign of significance. The moon, the stars, the burning ember of the day.
These shards of érveillent were symbols of reality.
And when one of such is missing at a point that they should be...
Slowly, the dread of their situation ca out from Reeves mouth:
"We are in an illusion..." His voice trembling.
Jackal shook his head.
"No, this isn’t as simple as being in an illusion... sothing has overlapped with reality."
At the hearing of those words, terror wrote itself upon Reeves face.
He stepped back in unbelief of the situation, shaking his head. His voice trembled even further:
"No, no, that can’t be. A domain? No way, a domain is sothing that only celestial and rulers should be capable of right? How co one is here...?"
"It can only an one thing... there is either a celestial or a ruler around." Jackal’s face crumpled into a frightening frown.
"Reeves!!!" He shouted, piercing the grave silence with his strong voice.
"What? Are you insane?! Why would you sh–
"Cut loose your stupid grudge and let’s find Lord Raith right now. That man has proven himself to be our leader, and everyone else has accepted him."
He paused, exuding a steamy breath from his mouth, sothing about Jackal had changed the mont he shouted.
"Perhaps your grudge is just because your pride was shattered by a seemingly weak human that has only been living on a captivated dinsion all his life. You are offended because you were defeated?"
He turned around, backing Reeves and slowly walking forward, then his voice crawled out again:
"I expected more from you."
Jackal lowered his legs and like a spring shot into the air, leaving clustered cracks embedded on the ground and shards of stone thrown around.
Reeves stared, a deep frown etched on his face.
His hands were hidden behind his back as they trembled.
Deep in his heart he knew...
’He is right. Again’
Raith defeated him without even trying and he had lived all his life on earth.
He hadn’t even got to experience the harshness of the world.
Humans and all other races outside earth have a way of thinking that the inhabitants of earth are a set of existence that can never match up to them.
The planet was protected by a primordial. Such that no one not even the primodials or the celestials or the gods could as much touch it no matter how much they wanted to.
It was a planet that was safely embedded away from the harsh reality of the multiworlds. To inhabitants of earth they might seem strong but to every other human they are supposed to be weak.
That was at least what Reeves thought.
Of course, he didn’t know about several things, he didn’t know of Raith’s past, the true world he hailed from, his sufferings and experience with the abyss.
He didn’t know anything about this human.
But the very fact that Raith was a human from that insignificant dinsion, defeated him, beca the leader of the soulless, and acts like he owns the whole place vexed Reeves so much.
It made his blood boil with Rage.
At the root of all of this was his pride.
And Jackal didn’t need to have a therapy session with him to figure it out.
Reeves sighed.
’I should be the older one... but he rids of that right a lot of ti’
He looked at the fractured floor where Jackal had flown from.
’Now... what should I do?’
After the reality of his situation dawned on him, he was faced with two option.
Apologize to Raith and begin to walk a gentle road of acknowledging him.
Or continue in his pride until it ruins him.
Reeves knew the correct answer, one befitting the good of every soulless. But it was easier said than done.
He signed and removed the muffler in his neck, throwing it into the air.
The muffler looked like it was flowing with the wind, however, a second later, it spread and wriggled around on its on, stretching like it was just waking from a very long sleep.
Well, it was in a way.
The muffler flew towards Reeves, swirling around him and flapping over and over again.
"Calm down will you..."
Reeves said with a little smile at the muffler. He looked up with a slight frown.
Then shot forward, running a few ters before he leaped into the air.
The flying muffler.... mat flew beneath him and swept him into the air.
—
Across the expanse of a dry field, three parties stood opposite each other.
One party consisted of three n dressed in a pitch black robe, emitting a sinister aura that made even the wind retreat from them.
Sprawled over fifty ters away from party one was party two. Consisting of three individuals: two ladies and one white-haired man? Boy...he looked quite young.
The third party was a party of just one person and it was that of a lady, tall and slender, most of her visage was covered by the black bamboo hat she and black veil that covered her face.
Her body was hidden in an eastern historical kind of rib with almost transparent linen.
But around her was an air of mystery and darkness that constricted the air around the two parties.
Both stayed silent... their eyes carefully glued to the being between them.
The white haired boy let out an exasperated sigh. And said nonchalantly:
"Holy fuck... how did I even get to this point?"
The ladies in front of the white haired boy glanced and pouted. The blond lady had her rapier in her hand, standing in a stance that gave her the free will to cover the distance in re seconds.
While the other was holding a large bow with intricate carvings, drawing the string taut with a sharp arrow waiting to fly out of her embrace.
What in the world happened?
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