The Earth After Rebirth

Kiro was already adorned with lightning. His entire body zapped and shone a beautiful purplish colour, it emanated lightning it was a sight to see. His lightning didn't stop at him, even ryu in his entirety was coated with it.

Even though he had lost sight from one of his eyes, it wasn't an impediment. He was getting used to not seeing from one eye by the second.

None knew what was coming but they imagined it wasn't weak, something that made even them lose their balance, so they didn't need to be told. Everyone was ready, in a fighting stance. Luckily, Isaac wasn't stubborn, he followed the formation Kiro told them to take.

The rumbling stopped abruptly, but Isla turned with eyes hot with rage. Her target was Kiro, she arrived in front of him faster. Kiro was too paralysed by the emotions he felt coming from her.

That's why the punch landed right on his face. Usually he wouldn't feel the pain, but there was something in that punch that made it sting more than it should've.

"What did you just say?"

"What?"

From Isla's perspective, Kiro's lips moved and they again uttered unfathomable words, she could feel herself break a little.

"Now that I have all the money in the world, I doubt I need this little wench anymore. Don't make it hard, just move out of the way." A sinister toothy grin appeared on his face.

She hit him again, harder than the last punch which caused him to fall down. Kiro was extremely dumbfounded, he didn't realise immediate what was happening.

Most of all, he didn't want to fight her. Not about something he wasn't sure, so he wanted to know what terrible thing he did that he was being beaten black and blue. That's when he saw Isla's lips move with some of the most sinister words.

"Did he really think I liked him back? I approached you as nothing but a joke, you've been an entertaining pass time. You may have bought a luxurious lifestyle but you'll always be a slum rat."

Isaac may have enjoyed the scene before him, but he was also starting to hear things he didn't want to hear. Ursa was telling him how useless he was, and how it was a great thing that his father had tossed him aside and decided to replace him.

Everyone in the group was hearing things, things that they buried deep, insecurities they didn't want to see the light of day. The game was once again, toying with their real life emotions.

Kiro wasn't sure this was legal. Even though he had just figured out that these were just some illusions cast by the god of this mountain they've trespassed, he couldn't help but be bothered by the things he was hearing.

His mental fortitude couldn't entirely shield him from the attack, he didn't get the full blast like the rest of his teammates but he couldn't completely escape the nightmare. Nothing could really stop him from hearing such harmful words.

He couldn't imagine what Isla had seen him say for her to be that angry at him. But at least he was successfully dodging her attacks now.

Looking around, he saw just how dangerous the ability was. As teammates were fighting each other over things neither of them said, he was the only one truly awake from the nightmare, they were all unaware.

Like zombies, they were mindlessly attacking each other. Blissfully unaware of the havoc they were causing not just to their surroundings but to each other as well.

Ishaan was the odd one out, his insecurities weren't directly linked to any of those around in-game. So instead, he was heavily attacking an innocent tree that took shape of his father, spewing all sorts of nonsense at him. Making him doubt himself.

"You? My son? Going against me, us, our family? I've raised quite the pathetic son. What do you think is going to happen if you expose me, that you will move on and live happily? Society will shun you just for being my son.

The society you want to fight to protect, they will turn their backs on you."

"Shut up!"

His ears were buzzing, he knew the chances of being ostracised was astronomical. He'd already made the decision to live like a social pariah if it meant to stop his father from committing any more atrocities.

'So then why? Why is my heart full of doubt? Why am I hesitating? Maybe I am pathetic!' He cried internally, never stopping the attack on the tree that he assumed was his father.

No matter what he did, he couldn't beat the thing down. Not even a scratch, then suddenly it fell down with the most grotesque form. Ishaan was shaking a little, he was watching his dad taking his final breaths.

"Dad? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." Tears trickled from his cheeks, he couldn't quite believe he had it in him to do such a thing.

The fake corpse showed a sinister smile suddenly. Ishaan couldn't see because he'd covered his eyes with his hands, silently crying.

"See? Killing me isn't the answer is it, you're shrouded with guilt. You aren't ready, you never will be. Join me son, join us." Continue reading on m|v-l'e m,p| y- r

When Ishaan looked again, it was as if he hadn't done any damage. He simply screamed his lungs out, he wanted it to stop. All of it. He was about ready to turn his blade to himself, to end the doubts, to end it all.

Kiro wasn't having fun either. He couldn't think of a way to get out of this. He didn't have the power to undo a god's power. This was something beyond his current abilities.

'Maybe I should use that? No, that will set me back by months yet again.'

He touched the floor with his foot once again, as Isla had followed him to the skies. She absolutely wanted to end him. He listened carefully using vibrations, he wanted to figure out the source of the illusions that mentally attacked them.

'Come on, come on. I'm strong but if I don't fight with her seriously she'll cause unimaginable damage.'

And Isla was right at his tail, turning when he did. She suddenly had a sharper eye, which Kiro would've appreciated if it wasn't aimed at him.