The Earth After Rebirth

The moment he touched the ground with a singular purpose, which was finding the heart of it all. He sent vibrations all throughout the area, though he could not stay at one place since Isla would catch up within a second of blinking to another area.

'When did she get so fast, or is the anger fuelling her strength to the max?'

Nothing could answer his questions, he could only assume that was so. Nevertheless, he had work laid in front of him, finding the source and deflecting Isla's attacks in a way that didn't hurt her.

Something Kiro thought was fair was the fact that, everything that happened, the conversations, they were happening in the person's head. So in a way, their insecurities remained their own.

The effects of their consequences though weren't so much the figments of their imaginations, that part was very much real, as real as it could get in the game.

Nikolai and Felix weren't having a splendid time either. It would be appropriate to call them brothers, since they'd been inseparable since they were little kids until Nikolai was forced to flee and eventually forced into slavery.

"You shouldn't have come back, you've ruined everything! We were so much happier without you, the Black estate was at its peak and you had to come with your revenge plans!"

This was something Nikolai had contemplated for a long time whether coming back was such a good idea, whether Felix and his father were honestly glad that he was okay and safe and back to the only home he'd ever known. He imagined staying away would've made their lives easier.

He felt pathetic even feeling in such a way. The way they welcomed him back, was as if a long lost son came home at last, but those feelings were never really gone no matter what he did.

They were feelings he was ashamed of so he tucked them away. He was surprised out of his mind when they were coming out of Felix's mouth, his greatest of friends.

Even though Felix was a simple priest, he was able to hold his own against Nikolai. Each attack from each other was either dodged or blocked.

"You're nothing, no one but a servant boy. Did you really think I'd have any deeper feelings for someone who was hired to be my aid? A little bit of money will never change that you're beneath me. You don't even have a surname, that's how unimportant you are."

A shrill of laughter sounded as the words marinated in his head. This was truly something he feared the most, that Nikolai never regarded him as an equal.

He didn't bother letting his anger form into words, his weapon snaked through the distance between them. Nikolai easily parried it with his two daggers, he used shadows to get behind his friend, he stuck both of his weapons where Felix's head should've been.

Fortunately, he was nimble enough to dodge the obviously fatal attack, and elbowed his friend in the gut. Causing him to retreat several steps back.

"You'll always be that little boy to me. Pathetic and unable to do anything on your own. I made you." A mocking laugh escaped his lips.

Kiro on the other hand didn't have the luxury to watch as his friends attempted to tear each other apart. But the scenes happening couldn't completely escape his vision, he saw glimpses and immediately regretted not training them in his world.

It had slipped his mind and now they were suffering. As much as he was also affected, it wasn't so bad. He heard the words and knew they were just another mind game Asgard loved making its players go through. Explore more at m|v-l e'm,p|yr

Most of all, he didn't have a second to spare to put them in vibrations. He had a nightmare of his own to deal with and it was right behind him, if he stopped for a second, he knew he'd be badly hurt.

As much as he wanted to himself between them and stop the fights, he knew nothing would change, they weren't in their right minds, which they would have been, had he remembered to train them. So his best bet was finding the heart of it all.

If he had a set pair of legs aside, he'd be kicking himself right now. He felt the full responsibility of the situation, he'd grown lax and underestimated the game because of how badly developed the wars were. As their leader, he should've prepared better.

While he regretted his nonchalant attitude, self-pity wasn't going to get them out of it. He kept up the charade until he could something faint from afar, but he wasn't sure how he should attack from where he was.

The supposed heart he'd found was a good distance away. It exuded nothing but malice, it felt like it had emotions of its own and didn't like one second that some lowly being was searching for it.

With the running around, dodging and blocking Isla, Kiro couldn't take the risk of running up there to where it was.

There was no guarantee that what he would find there wouldn't be a trap, his stamina was running a bit low. While his kaos was replenishing, it was slower than the rate he was using it at.

'So, there you are, what to do, lightning? No. Ryu? Not quite.'

He, himself, hadn't meant to, but something incredulous happened. The next time he touched the ground with his bare feet, his vibrations were fixed in a singular point. Which was the place the heart was.

Like a bullet shooting out of a barrel, they shot out of him. He watched, the right word would be sensed, with his vibrations as the densely vibrational bullet paced to where he commanded it to go.

That one unattentive split second, was enough for Isla to catch up. He didn't have to turn to face her to know that, whatever he did then would be futile. He hoped his ancient robe was enough to absorb most of the damage.

He still turned around, he didn't like the idea of being attacked while his back was turned. Isla arrived just late enough for him to have his arms covering his face, so they'd take the full blast.

His eyes grew wide in panic when he realised that, it wasn't a punch that was coming for him but the arrow mana that exploded on impact.

"Oh come on!"