The scythe slit through the chains almost effortlessly, not at all a problem for this man burdened by a duty. It seemed perplexing how the brunet was not at all tired. Not even exhausted or out of breath like Maroon was!
Yet, Maroon’s comment only gave room for pure confusion.
“A field that is inaccessible?” how is that possible? Oh, wait… This quest seemed to go beyond the game, the reaper-to-be seemed to lose all connection to the real world. There was no controller now, but that hadn’t been realized by this college student. The scythe almost seemed to hum in his ear as he held it.
But, this seemed to go beyond the game’s backstory itself now. Silabus noticed it now more than ever, as he approached the Warp Portal with trepidation. Was this really what they should do? Shouldn’t they have contacted CC Corp or someone else to fix this Quest and now his PC?
This is insane… His thought pestered him, as the scythe was put away on his back. Odd, how it did not dematerialize when he did so.
“Let’s go Maroon-san. Maybe this should finish the quest,” glowing gold hues were set upon a determined face, as the former Blade Brandier touched the Warp Portal, entering into this Area…
Coming out of the warp, the transition changes to Silabus’ PC were done. His sleeveless coattails were longer, tattered, and swaying lightly in the breeze. tipped in deep black, but still barely hinting the former green hue that once was on his own garments. Gloves and boots were also in that dark color, as his pale skin hardly looked to hold some life in them. Everything about his very self was twisted by Death’s touch, almost the personification of the Reaper itself. Attached to his collar was a hood that seemed to easily be pulled over and worn, its shadow that it would cast seemed to hide many of his facial features if worn.
Yet something about this scenery bugged Silabus, taunting his memory. He knew this place before, it seemed to resemble the inside of the castle that was upside down. Even the blue flames that were dancing egged that thought well. This… Was this the castle that held the shadowy man who gave him this scythe? Or was this something else entirely?
Silabus focused on the still air that pervaded this place, turning to Maroon for an answer, since the now-turned Reaper knew nothing of what was happening, “… Where are we? I feel like I’ve been here, but I’m not sure.”
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