Unknown Deity

Stepping Into a New World

Kline turned to the group, his expression serious and commanding.

"Listen up, everyone. We must regroup and tend to the wounded as our first priority. In addition, we must also respectfully bury our fallen comrades. Let's work together to accomplish these tasks quickly and efficiently."

Robert could see the chaos and devastation around him.

Dead bodies littered the ground, and the stench of death hung heavy in the air.

He felt a lump form in his throat as he thought of the families and loved ones who would never see these people again.

Another thing that caught his attention were the horse-drawn carriages lined up on the street, waiting for their passengers.

Robert was taken aback. He had seen such vehicles only in history books and movies. He had a sudden flashback of an era with more modern vehicles, and he started to question his reality.

"Who am I, and where am I?" Robert wondered to himself. He felt like he had been thrown into a world that was both familiar and foreign at the same time. The dichotomy of his situation was overwhelming.

Robert shook his head and tried to focus on the present.

Robert's gaze settled on John, who was talking to the rest of the group, making sure everyone was accounted for. John noticed Robert's bewildered expression and walked over to him.

"You okay, Robert?" John asked, looking concerned.

"How is your little Amnesia? Don't worry too much about it, when you get to HQ, the Doctor will give you a through check up."

"It sometimes happens... you will be fine in no time"

Robert took a moment to compose himself.

"Yeah, just a bit disoriented, I suppose," he replied, still taking in the sights around him.

John nodded sympathetically.

"It's a lot to take in. But we've got a job to do, and we need to keep moving," he said, gesturing to the group to start moving forward.

Robert fell in line with the rest of the group, trying to make sense of the new world around him.

As they walked down the street, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Everything felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Robert had a sense that he was in a different reality, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Kline's voice broke through his thoughts.

"We need to move quickly. We can't afford to waste any more time here."

Robert nodded and followed Kline's lead. He could feel the eyes of the others on Kline, and he knew that they were all looking to him for guidance.

"Let's go," Kline said, his voice ringing out across the chaos.

Kline took charge and assigns everyone their positions in the convoy.

"Okay, everyone listen up," Kline begins,

"We'll be traveling in two separate groups. One will be carrying the heavily wounded, and the other will transport and protect the artifact. We'll be moving at a moderate pace, so we don't draw too much attention."

"Keep your eyes peeled for any signs of trouble, and report anything unusual immediately."

Robert and the others quickly boarded their designated carriages. The drivers hopped onto the front, whipping the horses to start their journey out of the desolate place. Despite the rough terrain, the fast and agile horses made good time.

As they rode, Kline divided the group, giving specific instructions to each member.

Robert, John, and a select few others remained with Kline, while the rest were tasked with protecting the artifact.

John carried the secure container with the artifact, and Kline's role was to lead the group and ensure the artifact's safe arrival at its destination.

He was the expedition's leader, with John as his designated successor in case something happened to him.

As they rode, Robert couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over him. He knew that they were all in danger, and he couldn't help but feel that they were being watched.

He turned to John, who was beside him.

"Do you think we're safe?"

John shook his head.

"I don't think so, Robert. We need to be ready for anything."

Robert nodded, his grip on his revolver tightening.

He could feel his heart racing in his chest, and he knew that he had to stay focused if they were going to make it out alive.

They rode for several more hours, the only sounds the clattering of hooves on stone and the occasional grunt or shout from one of the riders.

The carriage continues on the winding dirt path. As they travel, the scenery around them changes from lush greenery to a more desolate, rocky terrain. The sun beats down on the drivers, causing sweat to bead on their foreheads.

As they round a bend, they spot a pack of wolves in the distance, stalking their prey. Kline quickly grabs his revolver, and the drivers speed up the carriages to put some distance between them and the pack.

They eventually come across a small village, with thatched-roof huts and wooden fences.

The villagers eye them warily, and Kline explains that they are just passing through and mean no harm. The group continues on, leaving the village behind them.

As the day wears on, they encounter a steep mountain pass, with jagged cliffs looming above them. The horses struggle to make their way up the narrow, rocky path, and the drivers expertly guides them through the treacherous terrain.

After a few miles, they approach a fork in the road.

Kline turns to the driver and says,

"Take the left path. It's a bit longer, but it's safer. We don't want to risk running into any more trouble."

Afterwards he addresses the carriage behind him and tells the other driver,

"We are gonna slipt up, you take the right path it's the quickest" 

The other carriage's driver nods in agreement and veers the vehicle to the right.

They take the left path.

As the group continued down the winding path, the peaceful quiet was suddenly shattered by the sight of a pale figure standing in the middle of the road.

The man's skin was so white it almost seemed translucent, and his eyes glowed with an otherworldly red hue.

It was a jarring sight that sent a shiver down Robert's spine, and he instinctively tensed up.

Kline signals for the driver to stop as they approach the pale man standing in the middle of the road.

The man's eyes were fixed on the group, his gaze icy and unnerving.

Kline knows immediately that this man is an Ascendant, and his heart sinks as he recognizes his type.

"He's a bloodsucker, a type of Ascendant known for their ability to drain the blood of their victims"

Kline mutters under his breath, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword.

Robert looks at Kline in horror as he realizes the full extent of the danger they are in.

"A bloodsucker?" Robert repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kline nods gravely.

"Yes, they're a type of Ascendant known for their ability to drain the blood of their victims. They're incredibly dangerous and can be hard to kill."

John's hears that and his mind races as he tries to think of a way out of their predicament. He had heard stories of bloodsuckers before, but he never thought he would encounter one himself.

"What are we going to do?" Robert asks, his voice trembling.

Kline's jaw tightens as he surveys their surroundings. He knows that they are in a vulnerable position, and that they need to act quickly if they are going to survive.

"We need to get out of here," Kline says firmly.

"But we need to be careful. Bloodsuckers are incredibly fast and strong, and they can move without being seen."

Robert nods, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the bloodsucker's gaze on them, and he knows that they are running out of time.

Kline signals to the driver to turn the carriage around, but before they can make a move, the bloodsucker steps forward, blocking their path.

"What do you want?" Kline demands, his voice steady despite the fear that is coursing through him.

Kline grips his sword tightly, ready to fight if necessary. He knows that they are outmatched, but he is determined to protect the artifact at all costs.

The bloodsucker moves closer, his eyes fixed on the container that John is holding.

The pale man moves closer and closer, his fangs glistening in the moonlight.

Kline tenses even more, ready to take action if necessary.

"What do you want?" Kline demands again, repeating his words, his voice remained steady and firm.

The bloodsucker's lips curve into a menacing smile as he stares at the group.

"I just want a taste," he replies, his voice low and sinister, his sharp teeth gleaming.

Kline curses under his breath, realizing the danger they're in.

But it's too late. The bloodsucker has already moved in too close, blocking the way and forcing them to stop.

The group is trapped, with no place to run and no way to fight back against the powerful Ascendant.