Gazing at the red do, seeming as if ti had slowed down, Cetas pondered and let his mind race.
When we first arrived at Seyil, we ca from the mountain - a place where we can oversee the entire area. Although this town may seem small, it is quite rowdy in its comrcial districts. The streets were quiet and there seed to be a dangerous presence hiding beyond the gaping eyes of the darkened windows.
However!
That do! That has never been there before. I rember gazing at the entire landscape, cherishing my first experience of my very first human settlent. Yet, in my collective mories, I recall no such object existing.
This can only be caused by a single possibility!
Before Cetas could finalize his thoughts, his body suddenly shuddered due to the sight of a familiar object near the do.
A small cream grain-like substance appeared!
Cetas' eyes widened and suddenly ti seed to have turned normal once more. His montum from his leap stopped, and he began to fall at rapid speeds.
The air below was pushed to the side, hoping to brace Cetas' impact and absorb his friction. Yet, the air is no match for Cetas' volu.
He was dood to fall.
Cetas plumted down, he maneuvered in the air and tried to lessen the damage by falling feet first in the ground.
In an instant, he fell down to the ground, prepared to experience imnse pain.
Yet that pain never ca.
Forming a deep crack, dust clouds flew up and covered his entire body.
As the cloud dissipated, Cetas' mouth went agape!
He saw his legs fractured and disfigured, blood covered the cobble path and his bones stuck out from within his flesh. Furthermore, onyx-scales scattered a few ters away from him, looking unbattered and still pristine.
Before his mind could even register the horrifying sight though, his bones and flesh started reconnecting imdiately. A green pulsating light ca from above and filled his leg with a soothing feeling.
A warm and grand sensation that made his pores feel all giddy.
Then, the green light vanished but his flesh continued to regenerate. Now that the light was gone, Cetas felt the soothness no longer.
Instead, it was replaced by an excruciating pain of regrowth.
It is only natural for one to feel hurt when their cells and tissues reconnect. The part where the fracture had been, swelled and felt as if it were burning.
Cetas gritted his teeth.
"Krgngh!"
From the dust clouds, a bald and dark-skinned man erged. He then carried Cetas with his two arms, and leaped into the air.
Hearing the sounds of boots colliding with bricks, Cetas knew that he was in safe hands.
Jones the Doctor acted quickly and healed his fracture almost instantly.
Similarly, Cetas noticed that the Doctor is particularly quick in his judgnts. He boosted Reid imdiately when the individual possessing a red-dagger ca, and now.. he healed Cetas imdiately upon his impact on the ground.
Cetas ca to his senses, parting his lips and expressing his gratitude for Jones, "Tha..nk.. you.."
Jones looked at his leg intentively, seeing as it was reconnecting from its teared tissues.
"Please do lessen your words, if possible then say words no longer. Your body needs focus and your utmost energy."
Cetas nodded and closed his eyes.
He wanted to fall asleep but he chose not to, he didn't want to rest now especially since he feels that there is sothing amiss with the red do.
He needed to relay this information sohow yet his speech had been rendered useless as of currently.
So, he needed to wait until he could recuperate.
He heard blades clashing and thunderclap-like shockwaves in the distance. Slashes upon slashes resounded in the empty streets near the docks of Seyil. In the far horizon, large splashes of water and steel blows reverberate through his body, making his skin crawl.
He heard tal clashing upon one another.
He heard flesh pounding against alloyed steel.
He heard flesh being sliced clean.
He heard a large burst of energy stepping on the ground and leaping quickly.
Then..
Suddenly..
There was nothing.
As if the entire world itself went silent.
Cetas was quite perplexed. Naturally, he opened his eyes only to see that he was still in the sa scenario.
Only that the sound was gone and the world had beco frigidly silent.
His vision blurred, struggling to focus on the light received by his eyes.
Jones looked distorted and different. Elishia was no different, her face hazy and foggy. Cetas could only Jones' dark skin and Elishia' auburn hair.
He struggled to focus his sight.
Is this the repercussions of regeneration?
Perhaps so..
Yet the answer lay in front of him, beholden by its mundane appearance.
A simple pale cream dot the size of a grain revealed itself in Cetas' vision.
The world itself seed blurry, however, this pale dot looked as clear as day!
It looked like it needed to communicate to Cetas, as if it were trying to tell him about sothing. In his mind, Cetas could comprehend the wordless ssage of the pale dot.
His eyes drooped.
I have to go.
Imdiately, he stood up with the support of his arms and jumped down the brick roof.
Upon landing, it hurted like hell.
Cetas could not do anything but grit his teeth at the pain. He didn't look back because if he did, he knew that he'd see Jones screaming at him to get back.
With his partially rejuvenated legs, Cetas began to run.
Heading straight towards the red do..
In front of him, a pale cream dot guided his way. It moved ever-so slightly as to avoid any obstacles that may co across his bleary eyes.
Cetas ran.
Then he ran.
Never stopping even with the pain of his legs.
Never stopping with the fractures of his bones.
Never stopping with blood seeping out of his tendons.
He just.. continued.
Following the pale cream dot and trusting it with all his heart.
He dodged debris. He crossed the town square. He felt the gazes of the people loom over him. He dodged the people's statures. He ignored all qualms and concerns for his broken leg.
He persevered.
He was determined to do sothing.
And he trusted his gut - his instincts.
If he fails here then he would've acted for naught.
Yet, sothing swelled in his heart.
Sothing that told him that if he didn't run now, then he would regret it later.
It's like a buried past - a trauma or a guilt.
Sothing connected deep within his past compelled him to run now!
He ran for 5 whole minutes, crossing the entire town from one side to another until the red do was on sight.
And the do was in front of him!
It was only a couple of ters away!
And yet.. the pale cream dot went around it.
Cetas didn't doubt the peculiarity of the grain-like dot. He followed it like a dog and continued even with pain rising up his thighs.
Until it traversed halfway around the do. Cetas reached the lifeless streets once more. He felt gazes swipe upon him, hiding a deep malice from within.
He saw red gazes within his blurry eyes.
But he ignored them and continued to run.
He followed the pale cream dot, going around corners and edges, climbing boxes if he needed and pacing endlessly within the maze of the uncanny streets.
The red do behind him beca smaller, vanishing under the concept of distance.
Now, he had reached a 10 minute threshold of non-stop sprinting. With that, the pale cream dot suddenly stopped in the middle of a dead-end in the eerie streets!
Cetas stopped with the pale cream dot and in doing so, he crumbled and felt weakness wash over his body.
His leg procured an agonizing pain throughout his mind and body. His brain scread along with his throat, eventually drying its moistness and turning his voice husk.
Cetas lay on the ground and hugged himself to endure the pain.
A minute had passed yet it felt like a long eternal minute.
The pain never dissipated but Cetas knew not to stay around and do nothing. He opened his eyes slowly, his vision still casted in a foggy state.
Then.. in front of him laid a familiar object.
A gun with a cannon sized-barrel.
That was all he needed to know.
He took all of his energy and reached forward, grabbing the gun with a cannon-sized barrel with his right hand.
He slowly stood himself up while enduring tornting pain. Within seconds, he was standing in a slouched manner with a gun in his right hand.
It felt heavy.
Oh, so heavy.
Yet, Cetas extended his right arm forward and instinctively aid at the red do.
Putting his finger on the trigger, Cetas felt clouds and winds gathering inside the cannon-sized barrel.
He was familiar with Skadi's green lightning.
However, what appeared inside the barrel was sothing truly different.
Rain droplets, condensation, and...
Water..
The liquid inside compressed itself into a centiter-wide bullet, pulsating with imnse pressure.
Then.. Cetas pulled the trigger.
Faster than the blink of an eye, the droplet bursted towards the red do.
On impact, the bullet exploded into litres of water!
As if the rain had co, it flowed down the do of red and ford a hole on its topmost layer - at the center!
Instantly!
The gun on Cetas' right arm flowed away from him, it was as if it were pulled away by sothing.. or soone!
It flew as fast as the winds, going towards the hole at the top of the red do.
Cetas fell over on his buttocks, his two arms supporting his body from truly falling down the cold pavent.
He didn't know how long it took for the gun to reach the red do in the horizon but it didn't matter.
He already knew what was happening..
"She's here.."
Suddenly, a rapid blistering green lightning cracked from inside the do and instantly shattered the clouds above.
From within that lightning, a figure appeared.
Covered by green winds and lucent rays of green light, Skadi erged from the do.
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