Nyx has been time and time again, through multiple threads of lives, thrown into a world where no true peace was found. One of the life timelines was fought in the wasteland, another one becoming mere grunts against endless tides of hell, while the...
I squeezed the trigger of my gun, and a hot metallic, originium-infused, lead screamed through the hallway. My shot's aim is true, a small animal made up of clay was shattered. It fell and broke into pieces on top of the metallic ground. I had sensed it coming, just a few seconds before it turned silently from the corner by creeping up along the walls.
'Ah... shit... more problem piling up on my plate...' I grin bitterly, the destroyed, let's just say familiar or golem, released Arts residue that immediately seeped away. This felt sophisticated and my senses immediately tuned up a notch or two, meaning that this might get complicated.
Naturally, the shot startled everyone involved, especially the impoverished and forgotten denizens of the underground world. Some of them scattered, others watch from cracks that are present amongst this section of the city plate. Before either Kola or Brant can voice their complaint, I called out to our little friend who has been watching...
"Go, I'll catch up with either of you after this one is done and dealt with." I found a moment to tap on my watch, not long after files that detailed potential escape points had been sent to both of the Young Lady's guardians. Kola, being the one with the most freedom at a moment's notice, checked the files and started formulating an impromptu escape path. After doing it in mere scants of seconds, she forwarded the modified file to Brant.
"May I ask why?" Brant still asked me an understandable query.
"This one is not connected to the contract. That much I can guarantee so please believe me, you don't want to deal with whatever is taking interest in this Catastrophe Messenger. Once again, don't worry it shouldn't take long, and neither do we need to keep dilly-dallying."
"... Very well." The trio then left me to deal with whoever had sent that thing our way. I shouldn't have done this, but the feeling I get from that momentary connection is that... the perpetrator felt... old... After they had gone away far enough, the presence moves ever closer while also trying to choose from which point they need to show up... I got fed up at this point.
"Show yourself or does no one ever teach you even a semblance of courage and responsibility upon your action?" I called out towards one particular corner, I waited and waited until the person who had been watching with interest finally revealed itself. A Caprinae 'man' showed himself from the shadow, he was well dressed and looked like your typical Leithanien middle to upper-class citizen from how he dressed... but all I can sense from this person, or something akin to a person, is just tedium, disinterest... and clear fluctuation of emotion when he finally gazed upon me.
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