"Fuck!" Skylar cursed out the exact moment he was teleported inside the tower, because he was only able to see the divine glory that filled it for a fraction of a second before it blinded him totally, and before he was completely overwhelmed by it—becoming helpless, broken and pitiful.
"Ahhhhhhh...." Screaming out in pain like never before, though belatedly, because of resistance from his will, and not for long, because all is vessel(body) function betrayed him; Skylar knelt instantly from a literal crushing divine pressure on all unit of his physical vessel(body), and in the next fraction of a second, he fell on his face because the literal divine pressure has overwhelmed his spirit too—crushing and binding it totally, and stopping it from transmitting his will—totally paralyzing him.
I —
His thought was cut short; the pressure bypassed his spiritual vessel and snuffed out his will, turning his physical vessel into glowing dust—like star dust—that instantly escaped deeper into the sky that holds at a distance, a colossal ball of glorious golden light that seems to pull the fabric of the sky towards it—compressing it.
***
In a world that is an endless ocean of clear water that sits under a low hanging endless stretch of fog.
Its still clear water rippled:
That greedy bitch is pushing it...
A second similar ripple appeared close to the second one, forming a unique interference pattern with the first one.
You are the one indulging her...
I know, but can't she just calm down for once. And you too... what are you up to? Why are you just watching?
You told me to do as you instructed, and interfering in her business is not one of them, just take responsibility for once...
Ahhhhhhh! Its so damn annoying, maybe I should drag her up here...
Please don't do that, my baby don't like strangers...
Tch... How is business lately?
It took you forever to ask that?
Imagine that. If you have done something about that uncooperative bitch, I might be saying nice things to you right now..
And you wouldn't be here?
Ah, yes. You are right. Wait! Are you letting her do all that, so I can come up here?
For what other reason will I let her frolick in my territory?
Tch... You are annoying too. Everyone of you is annoying except her...
Then why will you leave her and go play around? You even took us in...
Its beyond you... What now? Send me back...
Never...
What!?!
I am saying not now; play with us before you go...
Ah... I and troubles... You are really annoying...
I know. We all know that...
***
A Gentle old country music play from a floating spherical ball in a room.
The room was hundred meters in all dimension, and its interior wall and ceiling was entirely made of chameleon glass that display in such a way that its floor of crystalline surface look like its lost in the middle of a foggy eerie woods that's more alive than it can be.
Meanwhile, a part of one of the wall—the outline of a door—opened inward, looking like a portal door opening between the displayed wood and the room. And from the other side of the door, a thin old man with wrinkled face and white hair—Old loaf, whom Skylar met at moonlight courtyard—walked into the room, looking sleepy as usual. And the door closing behind him, he didn't stop walking towards a large fire place shaped like a skull at the other side of the room, where the music is coming from.
A moment later, he reached the side of a thirty year old looking man with a sleek back blue hair, who is sitting on a chair a few meters from the fire place; and while humming along with the music from the floating device, is peeling the red shell of a large egg on a plate on the table in front of him. Then like a faithful servant to his master, Old loaf respectfully kneeled and bow to the man, addressing him:
"My lord, your servant has returned?"
Time passed.
After about a minute, with Old soldier still remaining in the kneeling and bowing posture, the man in flip up glasses suddenly turned to looked beside him and recoiled, looking shocked and surprised by Old loaf's presence, or so it seems.
"Stale bread, you are here; I didn't see you." He said apologetically. "I hope you,are not angry?"
"Master, your servant dare not." Old loaf replied.
"Raise your head." The man instructed and Old loaf raised his head, doing as instructed zealously.
The man continued with peeling the large egg slowly and carefully, just like he's has been doing. He continued, "We got your message, but we were late, someone else beat us to it..."
Upon hearing the man's word, Old loaf opened his sleepy eyes that shines with vigor.
"The governments alliance?" He replied, asking.
"No, it is the man from nowhere. The man they say... slay a flaming bull in one hit. The man you warned us about." The man replied.
Old leaf eyes narrowed, "My lord..."
Not knowing what to say, he paused, looking at his lord that is still carefully peeling the shell of the large egg while humming along the music.
After a while the man resumed, "Its a pity we couldn't get her... she has so much potential and big brother Jal was so much interested her beauty too, a living person for that matter, mmm... so strange." The man was like he is talking to himself.
Picking a knife abd drawing a small crystal bowl closer, he continued, "Well, if we can't get the moon, we will go for the stars; it was unlikely we were going to win the race for her loyalty in the first place... the number of men and factions on queue don't even make sense— its like she is a queen bee—even their caliber is too high.. We are Royals, Majesty, Celestial, Heavenly court, Matrix, Eden, Cult of Nature, Hellbringer, the Celestial Emperor, even that lesbian old bitch, Jezebella... "
"My lord..." Old loaf uttered, sounding like he is comforting his lord.
At the same time, ending the task of peeling the egg, The man positioned the knife, slicing a part of the egg yolk that looks incredibly sumptuous and heavenly, and placed it inside the bowl.
"We shouldn't spoil the mood; I am very happy today... my daughter broke out of that damn prison cell."
"?" As Old loaf beside him heard his last words, he first froze but quickly forced a happy expression.
"Congratulations my lord." He bowed, sounding happy.
"Nah... Its the regulars, just the regular." The man responded and passed him the bowl. "Here, let's share in the joy..."
"Thanks my lord." Old loaf while suppressing his excitement, collected the bowl, almost grinning.
For a few seconds, he looked at the bowl of egg like its an heirloom, after which he cut a piece with his wrinkling hand and put it in his mouth, looking like someone eating the most delicious thing for the first time ever as it melted on his tongue—not looking sleepy as usual, but smiling with eyes closed as he consume the egg with relish, savoring every pleasant otherworldy flavor it contains.
"My lord, Florian X2 egg I presume?" Questioning with happiness on his face, Old loaf looked at his paused lord who has been staring at the egg like someone staring at something suspicious.
"No." The man replied solemnly. "Its Turbo D egg, a mature one."
With a clang sound, the empty bowl fell from the hands of Old loaf hands who first looked surprised and shocked, and then extremely horrified. Then in the next instant, his eyes and mouth bulged out, swelling greatly, and pus that seems to contain blue fire liquid starts appearing all over his skin—his face especially. And as he starts convulsing intensely while looking at the man with his outgrown eyeballs like he is crying and dying for help, he fell to the ground with a thud, and his hair caught blue fire that spread to the rest of his body, slowly burning him.
"Stale bread, Stale bread..." The man cried out. Then he probed old loaf burning body with blue astral flame shaped like a stuck, but as he did, like adding fuel to the fire, the blue flame burning Old loaf got stronger, and quickly turned him into stardust that escaped beyond the chameleon glass ceiling, leaving behind his enchanted gears.
"I have forgotten he is so weak; I shouldn't have given him the egg." The man muttered, scratching his cheek. "Well, let's get some of the rats to clean this."
He stood up, revealing he is casually and stylishly dressed in a white cape top with Mandarin collar, a pair of denim cargo shorts, and a pair of white sneakers fitted with white fur boot cuff; then in the next instant, like he vanished and reappeared, he appeared close to the wall of the room he is facing, standing between two life-like fierce identical statues armed with long swords.
"Mmm... Should I send them or do it myself?" The man muttered, staring at the chameleon glass wall in front of him, contemplating.
A moment later, the man appeared right in front of the wall, and as he tapped it, the part outlined like a door opened outward like a portal door, revealing what lay behind it. He stepped out of it, standing under an overcast sky and in front of a lawn pathway of glowing white grass that biscet a garden—a place which is the porch of the 100meter tall single-floor building with structural frame like they are made of black bones and exterior glass wall like they are transparent but the space behind them is totally filled with fog.
"Sixty... this bitches are really desperate..." The man muttered after what seems to be like a moment of immersing himself in his surrounding—sensing its energy gradients and color(frequency), especially that of the garden.
Then in the next moment, simultaneously using hyperfocus and hypersense—called overdriving—the world seemed to slow down for him alone. Then in the next instant and like earlier, he appeared next to one of the black dreary trees on the left side of the garden just as five figures in black attire that make them look like a giant bat, scurry from there hidden spots around it and on it—just like the others from different hiding spots in the large garden—in different directions but in slow motion going by his own perception only.
Then casually again, he stretched his hand with a large claw hand made of blue flame attached to it, and caught one closer to him by the neck. And in the next instant, quitting overdriving, the time flow of the world in his perception retuned to normal while he watched the rest and the others from different hiding places in the garden scurry off with inhuman speed towards the sky unlike thier previous slow dragging speed and while the one in his grip screeched piercingly, trying to struggle free.
"This one should do." The man muttered while still looking at the overcast sky where the strange bat-like figures went out of sight, looking thoughtful.
***