Chapter 88 The Last War Is Starting
After a strenuous walk for both of them, they finally came face to face with the colossal plate of rusting metal that separated them from what was to be of their fate.
Or their fate... of what was to be of them.
Either one of what it was made chills run down Northern's spine. His palms were clammy and he could feel spit dry up from his throat.
Terror threatened to grip his heart but Northern responded with a soothing exhalation, closing his eyes as he let out air through his mouth.
He inhaled and exhaled a few times eventually steadying his breath. He opened his eyes and they shimmered with an ethereal azure hue.
Northern turned to look at how his associate for the moment was currently handling things, however, his face paled.
'What the hell?'
Night Terror had a grin parting its lipless mouth, smearing its already hideous face with a mask of buzzard madness.
At that moment, Northern could only think, 'How far has the madness affect it?'
At first, he was unsure if Night Terror really was affected by the madness.
It acted normal, communicated normal... despite it not being verbally.
Northern lived with for a few nights, he didn't feel that would have been possible if Night Terror had been inflicted by the same madness all this while.
But looking at the stalwart monster right now, he couldn't help but sense it to be a flawless manifestation of madness itself.
Northern sighed and looked forward.
'Well, it all works in my favor. The madder he is the more he fights and the smoother I can just walk in his shadow and pop out when it's time to kill him'
Trailing away from his thoughts, Northern raised his gaze. After a few seconds of lingering, he said in a low tone:
"So, how exactly do we get this to open up?"
That had been a part of his plan he didn't even think about at all.
Night Terror on the other... seemed to had already taken that into account.
The monster grinned even wider and looked at Northern for a few seconds.
Causing, the human to raise a brow and grunt:
He had been busy with other thoughts, thousands of questions had been bugging him... this things happens a few times, he didn't need to be to hard on himself.
'No!'
Nortnern's eyes glimmered with a cerulean fierceness.
'That is just excuses... I'm only making excuses...' He said to himself, albeit internally.
He couldn't afford to go easy on himself, not anymore. This was a suffering worth stressing over but he felt he was beginning to get complacent.
This was not how he envisioned things going.
Had his intellectual fortitude been affected because of the difficulty of these past few shift of his life.
Was he slowly receding mentally because of hardship.
Northern as a reincarnator, when he heard of the opportunities this life brought was excited.
They were dangerous but he couldn't deny the excitement that came with the thought of achieving so much, they were things he wanted to try, places he wanted to go and mostly... he wanted to become strong.
So strong that no man in this world would despise him. Even if they did, they'd have not the guts to look him in the eye.
He wanted to become fate... destiny... that just happens to everyone and there's nothing no one can do about it.
However, he had forgotten all that. He had driven away from all that.
And was beginning to act below expectation without him realizing.
He was beginning to get complacent with things. Why?
Because it was difficult in this place.
Northern suddenly felt disgust gathered at the tip of his throat. He spat out saliva and looked away in disdain towards himself.
As the stalwart monster reached the front of the gate.
Slowly, the massive metal began to creak open.
It was starting.
The last war was starting.