Vol.2.C10 - Eroded By Time

V.2.C.10 - Eroded by time

☆Forgotten in time☆

Then, something in front of him made his eyeballs move in his skull and back. It was huge.Full of bright, pure, white light that blinded his eyes for a short period of time. It was oddly familiar. The Altar of the Pure light, the monument that he left behind while running, was right in front of him. It was bone chilling, nerve-wracking.

He halted in his tracks, stopping with the sound of tires screeching and skidding; and stared at it for a long while more than what he would remember. It was as if he never saw it before. He was huffing and puffing, his eyes were bloodshot and teary, and he was shaking like a leaf, trying to make sense of all of this shit happening to him. 

The distorted figures were closing on him as the Altar of the Pure Light appeared out of nowhere in front of him. He was now stuck. He had no idea what to do. But one thing he knew that he had to get out of there real quick before trouble after trouble starts piling in on him.

“Sounds like you are stuck. Do you need help?” He heard a sudden, all too familiar, mocking voice. “Tch, what does it look like, you goddamn Gleamlord?” He snarled, cracking his knuckles. “I’ll help you if you want. But on one condition.” The Gleamlord continued. “And what the hell is that?” Ryler growled, glaring murderously at the abyss.

The grass beneath him was squeezing him, the Plasma Storms in the darkened sky were glowing brighter in their cosmic lavender and navy blue glory. The sky did not have a speck of the interstellar objects he saw back on Earth. It was sullenly empty, it made Ryker want to immediately escape this place. He could not help but think that something was wrong entirely with this damned world.

He shivered; but it was not from the cold. It was on seeing those figures that were running at him like he was their food and prey. 

He heard a familiar chuckle. “The condition I was talking about is - to kill these humans that were forgotten in time, and to destroy the Altar of The Pure Light. Only then can you get my help and proceed to the Future Gleamlord.” He laughed like a maniac, letting Ryker jump as those figures - or creatures came at him all once. “How the hell will I kill them without any help?! Help me you useless son of a -!” Ryker screeched, as he continuously kept dodging every creature and figure that had been lost in time, coming at him.

☆Planning a murder☆

“This is unfair!! You damn cheating bastard!” Ryker cried and yelled at the dark, soulless sky, where the voice of the Gleamlord came from. He punched the figure in its guts that had tried to attack him with its hands; but he failed. The figure absorbed his punch like a sponge would absorb water. It was a rather elegant dance of struggle for Ryker; who dodged the creatures’ every move like a graceful ballerina on her tippy toes. But alas it did not save him from their torture for in the long run. It was frustrating; to have a helpless Gleamlord by his side who did nothing but bark and mock Ryker, be it directly or indirectly. Certainly, that was pushing poor Ryker to his limits, he wanted to shake up that ‘arrogant’ Gleamlord at all costs.

“You useless piece of shit, are you gonna help me or not?! Or are you enjoying watching me get eaten and globbled and tortured that much?!” He yelled angrily, pointing his bloodied fist at the sky. He could only hear a familar laugh that made him want to break something across the wall to calm himself down, so he would not make a fool out of himself more than he already was. “There’s no thing such as toruture; ny child! You should know that it is our perception that makes us think that this is what makes us suffer.” The Gleamlord said in a high-pitched tone, as if mocking Ryker and relishing his pain and struggle to pass through the tough test of the Present.

“You evil, wicked monkey-!” Ryker kept shouting insults at the sky that made hkm look like a madman that escaped a mental asylum. Even the figures that chased him to no end to have his soul eaten were stopped in their tracks to watch Ryker getting mad and finally lose it over the Gleamlord’s stupidity and idiocy, as well as subtle mockery of himself. You could say that he had finally lost it.

“I’d rather be compared to an Earthly wild animal than help a freeloader like you~!” The Gleamlord said in another high pitched voice; the one that Ryker despised so much as he dodged and attempted to fend off another distorted figure, but he was left with nothing but an empty static sound that rang in his ears like a school bell. It echoed in the vast, meaningless plains.

“SHUT YOUR CRAP RIGHT NOW BEFORE I PULL YOU DOWN FRON THAT DAMNED ABYSS AND RIP YOU TO SHREDS-!!” Ryker screamed, he had enough of the Gleamlord’s mockery. This wss his breaking point. He was now beyond angry; he was not just angry, but planning the murder of that Gleamlord. He was huffing and panting, wiping off thr blood that covered his pretty face and spat the remaining from his mouth on the ground which ended up floating on it like a flying small pool on the ground. He stared it aimlessly for a few good minutes processing what on earth just happened. According to his observatikn; everything in this world defied logic and common sense, as well as rules of nature and science that he had back on Earth. It was still fascinating yet scary for him, no matter what he experienced so far.

As he barely managed to push away another distorted figure; the Gleamlord of the Present finally decided to show some mercy on the poor, struggling Ryker. With a ‘poof’ sound, a sword magically appeared in Ryker’s hand. But it was pretty different from what he had seen so far in the action fantasy comics or anime. It was a unique, one of a kind sword that stuck to his hand like a glue. He smirked. Now he was going to be unstoppable. “So you finally decided to show some mercy on me, huh?” Ryker teased, as he pointed the sword on the sky. “Don’t push your luck; this is just once.” He heard the booming reply which made Ryker chuckle.