「✍」—» Lavi was bored. This city provided almost nothing to him, and a dull green eye barely swept through the ranks of the scurrying citizens before him, their screams never reaching his uncaring ears. He wasn't the least bit sympathetic of these people; to him, they were nothing more than ink on the pages of his memories, words jotted down in the great records of the Bookman clan. Their continuity meant nothing to him. They would be immortal in his records, and that is all that they could hope for in their lives, short of joining the Bookman clan itself. Lavi had no interest in them but their elimination, and he did his job with deadly accuracy.
Most would say directly involving himself in murder was more than just standing on the boundary of time and observing... that it was immersing himself in it. But, Lavi had to disagree. Right now, it was him or them. His records, his duty, his life, against theirs. And, during his apprenticeship, one thing had been drilled into his head again and again: he had to endure. To preserve the history of the entire world, its secrets and its hidden depths, he needed to stay alive to keep them. And, it seemed in this situation, the only way to live was to destroy the world that had appeared above his own. The mantra had started almost immediately among his city, whispered voices overlapping each other. Us or them. Us or them.
And so now, he waded through the buildings of the mirror city, each movement of his hammer summoning seals and wiping out whole swaths of NPCs. His expression was cold and distant, the purple tattoo spiraling under his eyes splattered with blood. His uniform was splashed with it like water, and red drops speckled his cheeks and hair. Most would find the sight horrifying, but for Lavi, it was only necessary.
He was met with no resistance, no worthy opponent. The Bookman cut down those who stood before him, and no one provided even a smidgen of a challenge. Part of him was disappointed, but the larger half was logically pleased with this. It would mean taking down this city would be easier than he’d thought... Until he spotted a splash of white among the suddenly empty street before him, a girl and a familiar-looking boy suddenly standing in the way of Lavi and his small force. For a moment, he didn't react, but it wasn't before long that he tilted his head and regarded them with a cool gaze. These people, like all the rest from this city, weren't worth his concern. With a flick of his hand, he completely took control over the group of militia behind him again.
“ Kill them. I don’t want them bothering us later. “
recordism → cursedeye → refutable
