As Dante would learn, Crystal wasn't just insane; she was batshit crazy. Sure, it didn't seem like that initially, but he knew deep down that something was off with her. She didn't react to things as he expected her to; she didn't even show a sign of being pulled along in the whole charade.
But before all that happened, Dante followed Crystal into what seemed to be her hideout, if it could be called that. It was a closed-off space in what appeared to be a cave at the edge of a cliff. "How good is your mountain climbing skills?" She'd asked. Dante didn't understand what she was talking about earlier, but standing right in front of the colossal mountain, he did a double take. "We are not going to climb that, are we?" He asked, looking in the direction where Crystal was. "Oh, but we are. Do you need a rope?" He was confused; the flow of events seemed more than his poor heart could bear. And who could blame him? He'd been thrust into a world without rhyme or reason. "I'm not climbing that," he said, indignant. "Oh? What, are you scared of heights?" Crystal teased, and he almost reddened at the implication of her words. "You are? That explains it." She barreled on without giving him the chance to reply or defend himself. “No, I’m not scared of heights. I’m scared of.. that!” He pointed in the distance, and Crystal strained her eyes to see. It was like before, the dust clouds taking form. And now, they morphed into men on horseback, brandishing swords and spears. “What’s this, the Dark Age?” Crystal rolled her eyes. “What will you do about them? I don’t have anything else up my sleeves.” Dante hated how forlorn he sounded, but he’d never been one to lie to himself. He believed in doing his best, and well, whatever happens, happens. “Okay, I guess this is my chance to show you what I can do,” Crystal said conversationally, and Dante wondered if she had a screw loose in her head. The soldiers were approaching at an unbelievable speed, and Crystal looked deeply in thought. “Fuck, am I going to die here?” Dante wondered aloud. “Not on my watch,” Crystal said, winking at him. And then she was gone. He couldn’t understand what had happened; his eyes could not follow her speed. She was there one second, and then she wasn’t. The soldiers were almost upon him when something curious happened. They began to scatter like flies, their numbers thinning before his eyes. It wasn’t like what he did earlier, when he blew them all away, no. There was a refinement to the way they were being picked off one by one; it was like watching a masterful artist’s brushstrokes. And just as soon as it began, it ended. Crystal was standing in front of the clearing, holding a purple crystal that glowed with a dim light. “A mana stone. The low grade would only fetch a price out there. But there are also other uses,” Crystal chucked the stone at him, and he hastily caught it. “You have something known as the Assimilator’s Codex. And it lies dormant for a while. You can break the seal with the mana stone. All you need to do is place it in the empty slot on your arm. It’s shaped like a diamond. But be warned, the first time can be a little… tricky.” Dante understood zilch about what Crystal said, and he wondered if she was pulling an elaborate prank on him. But seeing her in action, he couldn’t deny that she could destroy him before he even took a step. It was a humbling experience. “Okay.” She smiled up at him. He swallowed his inhibitions and inspected his arm. His body looked like something straight out of a nightmare. The red welts close to his armpits and the contraptions on his arms. He didn’t bother to inspect the legs; he wasn’t ready to pass out from nausea yet. The cut Wicked gave him was clean, even though he was put together without decorum or respect; that’s why it seemed like a hack job. He inspected his arm some more. A circuit ran down both sides of his prosthetic arms, unlike the ones he’d expected. It was just meant to be a piece of functional equipment, nothing more. But Dante could tell that his new body wasn’t what he thought it was. Zero spoke about it like a raving lunatic, and they wouldn’t need to go through all that trouble just for the sake of it. The arms felt alien, and looking at it, he could tell why. The nerve endings of his arms controlled the prosthesis, guiding them where he wanted them to go. But something was off. It wasn’t just his arms controlling them; it was different parts of him. Let’s see what this does. Dante held his hand before him and gingerly placed the mana stone on the slot as Crystal asked him to. He wasn’t sure what would happen, but he waited with bated breath anyway. “See? Nothing happened.” He said to Crystal, a little miffed that she wasted his time on such nonsense. “Wait,” Crystal said, and he just rolled his eyes. Suddenly, his arms began to glow. “What’s going on?” He screamed at Crystal, panic welling up from within. “Relax, and whatever happens, don’t lose your mind.” Her words sounded so ominous he wondered what exactly she meant by that. But he didn’t have time to think; his cybernetic arms glowed, following the lines of the circuit, and he watched in awe as everything met at the point where the mana stone was placed. [CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE CONSUMED ONE MANA STONE] [IN DIRE SITUATIONS, YOU CAN CHANGE THE SHAPE OF THE WORLD] [CONGRATULATIONS, YOUR STATS INCREASED BY ONE] [STR: 13 AGI: 17 [DEX: 5 INT: 3] These words flowed into his head while the mana stone flowed, and as suddenly as it began, it ended. “What the fuck was that?” He asked Crystal, thoroughly shaken. “I did tell you that you’d experience something tricky.” She shrugged, and he wondered if everybody else was as insane as her or if she was a special breed. “Not that; why is my intelligence so low? At a measly 3 points!” He harrumphed, and she stared at him for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “That’s what you are concerned with? Well, it just means you’re stupid. Don’t let it get you down,” Crystal replied flippantly and pointed at the mountain in front of them. “Now, we climb.” Dante was still reeling from everything that’d happened, but he wasn’t sure overthinking the situation would yield any results. He had to be wise and listen to Crystal more. “What exactly are you? What are we?” He asked, tying a rope around his waist as they prepared to climb the mountain. “You haven’t guessed yet? This is why we can’t go out there. We are a threat to everyone, even the elites. It’s an upheaval.” Crystal laughed, showing teeth. She looked feral, as though she’d consume him whole. He kept shut as he stared at the mountain and deep down he knew; His problems had only just begun.The mountain wasn't what Dante expected it to be. For one, it looked larger than life, cutting an imposing figure in the backdrop of nature. But things weren't so simple."You didn't think I'd let you die now, did you?" Crystal laughed, her tone of derision annoying Dante to no end.Well, it was a mountain, and yet, it wasn't. That's right, the mountain was just sand piled up to the high heavens and solidified."How did you—" Dante was struck dumb. He knew she was powerful, but he had no idea what level. Seeing the structure before him, he couldn't help but admit that she was a force to reckon with."Don't sweat the little details. You might not know much, but there are hostile forces here. It's powerful enough to rip apart a seasoned mage. Illusions help keep them away. But if you're bothered by the turn of events, you can hold onto me. I don't bite, I promise."Dante looked at her quizzically, his heart racing. While they rode the bike, he concentrated more on her otherworldly scent
Dante ran like hell itself was on his tail. And Crystal followed suit. He had no idea why they were running, but seeing that look on Crystal's face, he had a vague idea.Something was coming—something big, something terrible."Why are we running?" Dante asked after a while, and Crystal cocked her head to the side in a gesture of pure confusion."Because I said so?" She replied flippantly, and Dante shook his head, wondering who he'd somehow ended up entangled with.The dark skies seemed foreboding, even though Dante couldn't pinpoint what made it so. He ran through the rough terrain, his heart almost jumping out of his chest."It's here," Crystal said, her voice having a defeated feel to it. Dante wasn't sure he could get used to seeing her in such a light."It's just the darkness," Dante tried to say, but she grabbed his wrist and placed her hand on his mouth while ducking into a carven that seemed to have materialised from nowhere."What—" Dante tried to speak, but Crystal pressed h
Dante held onto Crystal for dear life, the bike zooming forward without a moment's notice. He wondered what happened to Gilgamesh and why he'd looked so forlorn when leaving. What exactly is going on?Dante couldn't be sure. But he had nowhere else to go; he was over his head anyway. I wonder how you survived this world, Alan.But according to Crystal, Alan didn't even count as a survivor—more of cannon fodder. Dante wasn't sure what to think about that. He decided to stop thinking and take in the world he found himself in. The landscape was bleak, and the harshness of the sun felt alien from the sun Dante was used to; it felt malicious. If he was being honest, everything in that damned world felt like they were gunning for his head. In that sweltering heat, The Graveyard felt a long way off, and Dante was shocked to realise he missed it—just a tad. Since there were practically no sounds of insects or birds, Dante wondered how Alan survived that long. In Alan's words, "This world
"One thing though, you can't spook them. You'll remain silent until they permit you to speak," Crystal laid down the ground rules, and Dante nodded, unsure what else he was supposed to say. It sounded like a military camp, but he didn't mind. "Good, you're learning," Crystal replied when Dante said nothing. He walked after her until they got to a clearing. Something felt different, but he couldn't place it. It was neither cold nor hot. I can hear the birds chirping.Dante laughed out loud then, unable to believe how much he'd missed them. The Graveyard felt dead, as the name implied."Everything here is alive," Dante whooped with glee, and Crystal didn't stop him; she just gave him a small smile, and he noticed a bunch of people huddled together, wearing the same jacket Crystal gave him earlier. "Hel—" he tried to speak but remembered what Crystal told him a few moments before. Crystal never did anything just for the sake of it; that's what made her stand apart from the people he'd
Zero hated the smell of nicotine, but he held himself back from complaining. It'd been weeks since he tossed the last boy into his void space, and he wondered if that act was going to bite him in the ass later on. "Is he going to survive? There's been a lot of failed experiments on your part," Number 9 and a member of the Order spoke, almost boring holes into his head. He knew of her past time; he knew of what she did that he wouldn't touch even with a ten-foot pole."Have I ever been wrong? He's going to return. When? I don't know, and I don't think anybody does. Time flows twice the speed there, so that it might take a while. Remember that brat we tossed in a few years back? How she screamed and fought like a raging bull? Wonder what happened to her." Zero smiled, all teeth. His pristine white suit gleamed in the dim lighting of the city's topmost restaurant, Skyfall. The traffic was regulated so thoroughly in those areas that technology of any kind was banned within proximity of
Seven years before…The world smelled sickly sweet, and Zero turned up his nose, unable to believe someone could live in such a place. Standing in the middle of the room he entered was a girl of about ten years old, wearing rags for clothes."Where are your parents? Why are you here?" Zero asked, worried beyond reason. He'd seen situations like hers before, but that didn't mean his empathy was dead."Stay away from her! She's a devil, a monster! She'll only drag you down!" A man yelled from afar, crouching behind a table, huddled together with what seemed to be his family."What did she do?" Zero asked calmly, staring at the room, seeing nothing out of place. But then, he wasn't a trained eye, so he couldn't judge."What didn't she do? Look at us! We live in fear of her every day! When her eyes get glassy, nothing gets through to her. It'd be better talking to solid rock. No, I can't do that anymore." Zero felt sorry for the pathetic man speaking, but he was even more disgusted by the
A trip down memory lane hurt sometimes, but it was extra torturous for Zero that rainy day when the clouds raged against the sky and the forces of heaven clashed. I should have been stronger.But he wasn't, and that was the whole point. The Order was becoming more powerful, and soon, he'd be just a pawn in their game and then fodder. To be used and discarded like a piece that's outlived its usefulness. He didn't want to go down that route, but it seemed his only plausible path.Will you forgive me, Crystal?But of course, she wasn't there to hear him. He was learning that The Order had known about how she was faring hurt Zero more than he'd like to admit. Usually, he was the perfect soldier, never questioning, never doubting. But now, he was at a crossroads, and he didn't know who to tell about it without being considered a traitor.Traitors to The Order faced death in the most brutal forms, and Zero wasn't idiotic enough to throw his life away just because. He was more intelligent t
Fred Alabaster was dying for a drink—something to soothe his troubled soul. There'd be unrest in the continent lately, and Selene was just a tiny part of the puzzle. He poured himself a glass of wine absentmindedly, his thoughts muddled up. The continent of Anthras had to deal with rogue mages before, but never to this extent. And it was getting even more challenging to turn away from the troubles knocking on his door. Now, he had to deal with rogue mages and cyborgs. They'd turned the world into a cesspool of chaos. The Defenders ran out of space in the Crypts to throw the rotten eggs in. And if things continued at the pace they were going…Fucking hell, I need a stronger drink.Fred wasn't cut out for things like this; he was a diplomat and a politician. But he couldn't abandon his people. The City of Selene was a city but likened to a country because it had the feel of one. But that wasn't the problem, no. The problem was what lurked underneath that city. The denizens of the un