Chapter 214 - Last Line Part One

Fell patted the dust out of his clothes and calmly walked toward Sifiso. Right as he arrived in front of the eccentric manager of Gladiator's Heaven, he heard the red-haired man speak to him yet again.

"We will meet again on the battlefield. Don't worry, and I always hold my promises.", he added before disappearing through a dark alley.

Sifiso turned back and gazed at the street the red-haired man had taken. His gaze stood on the dimly lighted alley for a few seconds, his eyes glowed as he couldn't put his thought on the red-haired man's plan. At some point, Fell raised his shoulder toward the sky and began walking toward Sifiso.

"In the end, he's still an ally if he comes to defend the city.", he thought before throwing the matter with the red gladiators in his thought.

Sifiso looked at Fell with a look in his eyes that asked if he was satisfied. He had come here to ask for help, and even if it didn't go as smoothly as he thought, he still managed to get a promise of support from the fighters of Gladiator Heaven. And that still serves as a significant victory.

"Thanks for the help Old Sifiso.", Said Fell while patting away the last bits of duts that hat gathered on his clothes.

A smile appeared on the old man's face. With wrinkles popping near his eyes and cheeks, Fell couldn't help but see the old man's face turn cute. He couldn't help but feel that those types of thoughts were definitely wrong, thankfully before he had the time to think anymore, Sifiso spoke in a matter of fact tone.

"That was all your doing. I've only opened up a door, and you've taken it. It was the same for when you were a gladiator here. I've only given you a sword, and you've gathered the attention of every fighter, and broke through every rank, pushing through with unbreakable momentum toward the top."

"I'm sure you've done the same in the central district. You might not have noticed it before, but one of your strongest assets is one you gather people's attention on you."

Sifiso didn't break sight for a long time with Fell. And before long, he turned around with slow steps and added before departing. "My bones have grown weary with time. I feel that the incoming calamity isn't as simple as that."

"I have asked from help through the network of the other Gladiator Heaven. I doubt they'll manage to send help before the attack arrives, but one can't loose from trying.", his voice turned distant as his body began disappearing inside of the Coliseum.

The few gladiators who were here threw a few gazes at Fell before disappearing from the street, leaving Fell alone. He couldn't help but notice the hidden respect and admiration that had taken place in their faces.

After everyone departed, he stood in place for a long period of time, and only resumed his steps after he recollected his thoughts. This journey to the Core had left a strange flavor in his thoughts, one that stank of morose nostalgia.

Fell couldn't help but shiver, and threw away the feeling before resuming his steps. The soft light coming from the fake image of the moon that hung in the sky lit up the road in front of him.

An hour passed, and he toured the streets of the Core and ingrained the image in his thought for one last time. The music coming from a few clubs didn't help his mood, and it even caused him to feel saddened when he heard a mellow tune. His leg moved mindlessly, while his thought was focused on the feeling that delved in his heart, and before long, he arrived in front of a familiar door.

His hand shoved the door of Pig's Paw, and he entered the enclosure of the bar. His eyes darted left and right, and he quickly found Moha's figure lying on a sofa not far from the counter. The phone grabbed tightly in his hand was still on, and the continuous rhythmic beeps didn't seem to pierce through the veil of Moha's dreams.

Fell approached the man and took out a random sheet he had in his spatial pocket. He casually dropped the sheet on the body of the sleeping old man and threw one last gaze at him before departing from the bar. His footsteps accelerated when he left through the rotten door of the bar, and he took the direction to regain the highway that led to the central district.

As he began departing, his thoughts were mixed, and he wanted to stay longer but was afraid to find that the attack had already happened. After crossing a few streets, he couldn't help but dart in a run and turned into a ghostly figure that dashed upward and arrived in a roof.

Under the moon, he dashed through one roof after another with ease. "Going through the roofs is definitely faster…", he thought as he noticed that he could go in a straight line. Before long, he noticed a long road in the distance, and with two lengthy jumps that crossed hundreds of meters, he arrived on a large highway.

He turned his neck and gazed one last time at the silent slum that was still lighted up with hundreds of multicolor neons lights. He shut down his heart and stepped forward before disappearing. As soon as he began running on the highway, his speed attained its peak, and he turned into a human form racing car that broke through the speed of sound and kept growing faster.

The numerous factories at his sides blurred, his surroundings turned into straight line due to the speed of his movement. Before long, he noticed a solitary car dashing through the road. He quickly crossed the distance that separated the two and arrived next to it.

He slowed the rotation of his steps and kicked at the ground. He landed on the back of the car with a loud thud and noticed the pair of men and women that had gone in the mother factory.

"Yo.", Said Fell with a nod before sitting in the place he had used during the trip from the central district.