'People...'
Cesar felt shaken about the news but also jubilant that he was finally meeting people from the outside. He felt their longing, in a kind of way.
The eerie voice, who appeared helpful most of the time, could only just talk but not really help him here on the battleground.
Now that people were available nearby, challenging the Nightmare and even eradicating it didn't seem such a farfetched plan any longer. If they can cook up some plan while understanding the weaknesses of their counterpart, they should be able to see another day.
After all, they couldn't stay at this table far too long.
It's been hours since they got transferred inside the mansion but they couldn't be too sure now, not after what happened when their eyes even deceived themselves.
If time was being disrupted by its natural flow, Cesar couldn't even trust it and used normal time as a concept that could be applied in this mansion, as long as they were inside the city and remained just there.
Staying might be a bad choice itself.
"Where are they?"
The eerie voice replied after a while, "They are near the old, long candelabra that looks like a tower in your eyes. Follow that trail and you'll meet them,"
Cesar was still reluctant to put his confidence in every information that the mysterious voice relayed. Hence, instead of completely trusting it, he was putting his life in a gamble whether the words of the voice could help him go through the challenges.
So far, all his gamble are paying off.
'An old, ancient candelabra that looks like a tower in my eyes.'
Cesar soon spotted what Cedeit was trying to mention, quite in shock as the location of the said item was kilometers away from their position.
But because of it, Cesar realizes that the mysterious voice, Cedeit, isn't as omnipotent as he thought it would be. Yes, it was knowledgeable and probably powerful, but it was different from the likes of the mythical gods in the stories where a simple problem such as this is just a run in a mill.
They'll never be in trouble, unlike him, Cedeit, and everyone else who just got included because they were in this cursed place.
...
Cesar swiftly made a move by circling the candelabra while trying to hide the watchful gaze of the Nightmare from somewhere.
Midway on his journey, Cesar spotted a makeshift camp that didn't look old, ancient, and humongous which was too much for their size. Instead, this camp was a normal one, devoid of any light from the inside and outside.
However, he was too late to realize something.
Clank—!
"Do something funny and you're dead. Raise both of your hands,"
Being pointed with a spear right at the back of his head while being threatened with a plant tone, Cesar followed and raised his hands.
For him to not notice the presence right away when he was being vigilant as always, he couldn't help but click his tongue.
'If I was in my top condition, I would've probably noticed the person behind me. Tough luck,'
Cesar remained motionless in his position before answering, "Whatever you went through, I've dealt with it as well. Please, if you belonged to some squad before getting transported in the hallways, my innocent self had something to explain,"
The spear on his back seemed to be slightly shocked as there was slight hesitation from it before the perpetrator answered.
"Sparrow?"
Finally, as if that was the straw to remove any suspicions, Cesar turned around to look at the individual.
Charming as ever, his features looked like always mad from its onlookers. With both of his eyes shaded with black circles, the spear in his hand went down with a sigh.
"Quentin Mero..."
Quentin frowned after being called that way as he retorted, "What's with the long name? Shock to see that I'm still alive?"
Cesar shrugged, "No reason. After all, you're impossible to challenge the hallways without someone assisting you,"
Quentin frowned as well before retorting as well, "At least I didn't lose an eye to our opponents... unlike what happened to yours,"