Vol.2.C11 - Losing Myself

V2C11 - Losing Myself

☆Killing The Light☆

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. 

Ryker scoffed, smirking confidently. He was sure he could ace this. Delusional as he was; he had to beat them. At any cost. So he can finally have one last Gleamlord to defeat and can take back his aunt’s soul fragment. The sword in his hand glimmered into specks of silver and gold. It was shining brightly due to the rare and unusual, ruby and topaz colored, rib cage-shaped jewels on his sword’s handle. ‘What an odd choice of gemstones...’ He wondered aloud.

He shuddered. They reminded him of the human rib cage he learnt in his biology class back on Earth in school. It was certainly too out of the box for him. As he was closely ‘admiring’ the sword that this prickly Gleamlord gave him to help, he was ambushed by another bunch of those distorted figures that were chasing him. They had resembled close to what we call zombies in an apocalypse. They were emitting a strange light. The one that left his senses heightened. It wasn’t time to sit back and relax. He had remembered he was under attack by these grotesque creatures that were forgotten in time, and one can do nothing about them, killing will do nothing. 

“Use this sword to your benefit. It will help you ‘kill’ these creatures. Not entirely, though.” The Gleanlord began explaining, his low, dark, voice echoing in the vast, quiet, and silent wasteland. “It won’t ‘kill’ them completely. They are an entirely different species of this land. You can’t easily finish them off just like that. Even with this sword.” The Gleamlord continued, his brief explanation intriguing Ryker as he flinched and a few drops of sweat trickled down his forehead, his muscles contracted, and his eyebrows twitched. He sliced one of them in half, but instead of being cut off wholly, disintegrating, and then disappearing, it became two.

“As you saw, they duplicate themselves. They cannot be killed no matter what you do. You have to use your brains and wits to defeat them, and that is all I know about them.” The Gleamlord said cryptically, and then his voice faded away in the scarring silence of this realm. “Is that all you’ve got? No more information?” Ryker asked, his muscles sore from the constant sparring with them. He heard no reply from the Gleamlord, and he got annoyed. “Seriously? First you put me in trouble and now you do this? Do you even want to help me?” He bellowed. THWACK! another figure was cut in half, only to be duplicated. He had more problems to solve than they were created. That was getting tiresome now. ‘Tsk, what a pain in the arse.’ He groaned aloud, dusting away the dirt on his worn down shirt.

He had to think up some solution to this ever growing problem. Cutting them in half only added more than solve, it irked him to no end. It was pretty ironic, actually. He was supposed to get help with this sword, and it was only giving him more trouble than ever. Scoffing, he slammed the sword on the ground, it nearly breaking into two. ‘It’s useless anyway…’ He took a deep breath in order to calm himself down, but it only added fuel to his burning rage that engulfed his senses. He wanted to break free from this unwanted chaos. 

☆Smellled A Rat☆

He thought of a solution, but none came to his mind. He smacked his own head, and thrashed the sword again. It was useless, taking out his anger on his sword, his only help and hope in this time of despair. He had to think up a working and practical solution at hand as soon as possible, because, if he could not, he would be eaten up by these hungry, grotescue, distorted figures that want his body as power and food. His eyes twitched; he wanted to put an end to all of this. “What should I do…?” He thought aloud, his hand on his chin. But unfortunately, time was running out. He had no time to do that, as thoss flesh eating creatures were running after him like crazy.

Just when he thought all of this would finally drive him to insanity, he heard the familiar mocking voice of that rascally Gleamlord. “Need a hint?” His voice bellowed through the vast space, making Ryker clench his fists. “Clenching yo fists ain’t gonna help.” Ryker could hear his mocking smirk which made him wanted to cover his irritiating self in human blood, finish him and dispose him off to only he knows where. “Shut the fuck up, will you? If you don’t want to help, just get out of here. You’re being unhelpful.”He lashed out, launching his sword at the sky, only ending up bonking on his own head. He roared with anger, scratching his head with craziness.

The Gleamlord just laughed at his misery. “What a fantastic show. keep it up!” He laughed loudly, his sound of laughter wreckimg havoc among the creatures that were closing in on Ryker, breaking them apart in two. “SHUT IT BEFORE I POUR SOME AMMONIA ON YOU IF I MANAGE TO FIND IT I SWEAR-!” He screamed, his anger reaching new heights. But before he could hear the reply of the Gleamlord, he heard an unfamilar crackle in the one of the figures that were nearing towards him to attack him. It made him shiver more than what he had so far. It was certainly not one of the usual creatures. “This one is new. What in the Chrono Wraith is this?” Ryker finally heard the annoyingly familiar voice of the Gleamlord.

As the distorted figure moved closer, Ryker's eyes widened in shock. There was something eerily familiar about this one. A flicker of recognition sparked in his mind, but the memory remained just out of reach.

‘No… it can't be,’ Ryker whispered, his voice trembling. He took a cautious step back, his heart pounding in his chest. The figure's eyes glinted with a strange, distant light, devoid of any warmth or recognition.

‘That's no ordinary Chrono Wraith,’ the Gleamlord's voice echoed, tinged with amusement. ‘Meet your new… or perhaps, old, friend.’

Ryker's breath caught in his throat as he realized the truth. This creature, this brainwashed being, was someone he once knew. Someone who had been taken and twisted by the darkness of Elysvereth. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, and he staggered, the weight of it threatening to crush him.‘Who… who are you?’ Ryker's voice was barely more than a whisper, but the figure remained silent, its vacant eyes staring back at him. The Gleamlord's laughter rang through the air once more. ‘Ah, the joy of forgotten memories. Perhaps you'll find your answers as you journey further, if you survive this, that is.’

Ryker gripped his sword tight. He wanted to know what was going on here. Why was the faded, poor thing so oddly familiar? It made his hair rise on the end, leaving him shuddering to the core. His eyes remained wide, unable to contract from the great shock of the eerie sense of familiarity. Was it truly what he was thinking… or rather who he was thinking? He had no idea, but one thing he was certain of was that he would find it out, no matter what.