Vol.1.C6 - It doesn't make any sense

V1c6 - It doesn't make any sense.

☆Reconcile☆

For a brief moment, suddenly, a blinding light beamed.

He thought he would get astigmatism with his intensity Of light.

“You did better than I expected. You managed to Kill all the Soullickers.”

It was the light warrior.

The air was thick with evanescence, bubbling and sparkling with a strange spark that could not define itself.

Ryker, who was panting and huffing, wiped the blood off his mouth with his hands, glaring at the light warrior. 

“Hahh… of course. What did you think, that I'll lose? Definitely not.”

He growled, huffing and panting, as it was getting tougher for him to breathe. 

The light warrior chuckled deeply, the light golden aura around him grew denser and thicker every second.

“I knew you had the potential, son. You were impressive.”

He said, clapping deliberately, agonizingly slow.

There was a glint in his eye that made It look like he wanted to test Ryker’s patience. 

The scratches of blood on his Shoulder and hands From his previous fight weren't unnoticed.

The light warrior glanced at the injuries, wearing an oddly calm smile that tingled Ryker's spine, but Ryker would never admit it aloud.

“Should I thank you? I guess not.”

Ryker smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm and sass.

“Stubborn child, you are.”

The light warrior mumbled, not quite meeting Ryker’s eyes. 

“Of course I am, just you wait And see.”

Ryker said, puffing his chest out.

The Light warrior shared a knowing and amused glance.

“Don't get it in your head Too much, son.”

He warned, almost as if there was something more to this challenge that the light warrior was hiding from Ryker.

Ryker tilted his head, his obsidian hair adorning him.

“Eh, what do you mean? What is something that I have to do to win, I have won enough-!”

He exploded, his voice now growing cautious. He wanted to know what was the hidden challenge that he had to complete so he could win. 

His patience was wearing down minute By minute. He didn't think he could stand by like this any longer. 

His hands were trembling, and clutching the glass shard tightly that the cuts from his previous attempt to grasp the glass shard tightly were opened up once again.

“C'mon, don't be shy, tell me.”

He almost demanded, his tone condescending. 

The light warrior lowered his head.

“You still have to kill me, remember?”

He said, his voice held no conviction.

Ryker flinched as his breath hitched, he felt his back of the throat being punched.

He took A deep breath and narrowed his eyes, glaring at the light warrior, who looked Satisfied about something. 

“It's easy to kill a piece of a shit like you. Don't test my patience. Let me take Auntie’s soul fragment now, without pissing me off.”

He glowered, his voice dripping with atrocity.

He was losing every ounce of patience he had in him, and now the light warrior was tempting him to do the very thing he had forgotten, he had no other choice.

The light warrior looked at him in Deep thought.

“If you want the fragment of your Aunt's soul, you have to kill me. You have got no other choice but to kill me. Is that clear?”

The warrior bent, his glowing self, that is made of light, illuminating the otherwise dark earthen chamber.

Ryker took another deep breath, as he did, he walked towards the warrior simultaneously. As he walked leisurely ahead, The ground beneath him crumbled, his steps echoing in the huge chamber as the soil was abrading beneath His deliberate Footsteps.

“First, tell me, what kind of being are you?”

He asked, glaring icily right in the warrior's eyes.

His rough demand echoed through the vast, lightless chamber.

The light warrior tilted its head, his long ears dangling from each Side of his head. 

You could call him an alien, but he's not; instead one of those warriors illuminated with light that thrives to live under the darkness. 

The dark is precious to them, while they themselves are made of light. 

Quite ironic, isn't it?

Back to Ryker, he was already aiming his forgotten glass Shard at the light warrior's ‘heart’, it was an inch closer, another push and it would strike right in its ‘heart’.

The warrior was in a compromising position.

He never knew that Ryker, a young kid barely aged nineteen, would actually dare to attack him.

“Answer my question, before I kill you. I wanna know and engrave your kind In my head.”

Ryker scowled, his voice filled with cold indifference.

The light warrior made no move, stared straight In Ryker’s eyes.

“As for what I am, I am a Gleamlord, specifically, The Gleamlord Of The Past, as you know, a light warrior, should've asked before. Do you think acting all cool will make you the Superior one here? You're wrong. Figure out yourselves why you're wrong, son.” 

Ryker gritted his teeth, irritated, reaching his limit. 

He lowered his head.

“If that is what you want and you're gonna play dirty with me, then you Shall get what you want, Gleamlord.”

He said, his voice dangerously low, daring the Gleamlord of the Past to act.

☆Gone For Good☆

Without wasting a second, Ryker launched himself with determination and at the speed of light itself, tearing open the ‘heart’, that was, an extremely light diamond that looked like a ‘heart’, of the Gleamlord.

That was positioned in the centre of his chest, with his glass shard, its sharp edge cutting through the light at the core of the Gleamlord of The Past, and Ryker’s legs were flying, his hand suspended in air as he pierced through the rather tough warrior's light self.

“RARRRGH!! YOU WANTED THIS, NOW TAKE THIS!!”

Ryker yelled, as he pierced the sharp edge of the glass shard, through the gently glimmering diamond, but the strange thing was, the Gleamlord did not scream with agony. 

In fact, he seemed to… smile?

That was The beauty of the Gleamlords’ ‘hearts’, it is made of such a gentle material, which is, only light and nothing else. 

Several light Beams erupted from the core of the diamond, the Gleamlord just stared at it blankly, without an expression. 

The other Gleamlords, of the Present and the Future, who were watching this spectacle, felt the sudden urge to salute their Comrade, and honor his perishing.

But they did not.

Instead, they peacefully watched him go, Fading Away, eaten by the darkness that they oh so adored; they were now lowkey blessed.

Before the Gleamlord completely disintegrates, he called out to Ryker, who had fallen down in a sudden, unexplained burst of salty tears, who was trying and failing to wipe them with his t-shirt.

“I don't know why I am crying… I never liked you.”

He sobbed, the cracking In his words did Not go unnoticed.

“Maybe, it is because of the bond we formed despite my hatred towards you.. I'm so sorry…”

He sobbed consistently, blowing his nose in his t-shirt again.

“I've been crying a lot lately… haa..! I don't remember the last time I cried before all Of this isekai bullshit..”

He chuckled dryly, coughing.

“It's okay… It's natural to think like that, and to form a bond despite never liking the other party.”

The Gleamlord said, as he was slowly fading away.

“You know… that we Gleamlords never ‘die’, only mortals and other similar species do That. We actually perish. What I mean to say is, we just fade Away from the light and get absorbed by the darkness. Meaning, I will be the part of the dark forever. Stay strong, son. This is only the beginning of your Journey.”

The Gleamlord said, with an uncanny, calm, smile that made Ryker’s heart at ease.

“Remember, I'm gone for good now….”

Were his last words, and his leftover pieces were being blown away by air.

At last, the light warrior, the Gleamlord of the Past, who had been defeated by Ryker, was finally fading away.

Ryker should Be feeling cheery, but he was feeling just the opposite.

His heart couldn't shake away the feeling of emptiness; after the ‘death’ of the Gleamlord of The Past in his heart.

He wanted To say something, anything, but the Lump in his throat was not letting him do so.

“It truly does not make any sense!”

He managed to finally blurt out, his vision nevertheless still blurred, the lump in his throat making it pretty tougher than it already was, he coughed, and wiped the tangy metallic taste of blood on his tongue that was lapped up on his mouth, forever wanting to erase any evidence of this incident for him. He swore to the heavens he would never even tell anyone about this. No matter who it would be 

But little did he know, there was more for him in the store. He had yet to witness the ‘deaths’ of two more Gleamlords like this. His insides twisted, in an unpleasant way, as he remembered that there were two more tests left.

The air was thick with tension. Ryker had no idea what to do.

He sat down on a rock nearby; that was standing tall on grains of black soil, and he breathed deeply, to help His lungs and muscles relax.

Unfortunately, the universe of this world hated him. He just wanted to take a breather, like, let him chill, dude!

But nah. 

But universe of Elysvereth Was far too cruel for him.

The ceiling was slowly crumbling in small rocks that fell on the ground, as Gentle as droplets.

This was NOT a good sign, but very shady.

Something was bad. Real bad. It was so bad, he felt dread looming on him instantly. 

He had to figure out what it was before getting eaten.

“Shit! Something’s coming up! I can't en breathe for a minute, arrgh!”

He groaned to himself, steadying Himself for another round of some beating.