Raym [Main]

It was an eerie pitch black. It lasted what felt like an eternity, though at the same time, a mere moment. How could that be? It perhaps was not wise to dawdle on the peculiarity of that, but rather, open one's eyes, to the great expanse that they were now placed within. Ah, yes, that is right, this was a dungeon? An old world he had never been capable of lying his eyes on until now.

Angelus' stoic mind began to piece together once more now whilst his senses returned to his body, bringing him to a familiar scene of where he had been born and raised. Ah, so here was finally where his treacherous journey was to commence, on the shores of this deserted isle. Upon this lonely isle, he was to wake, his white eyes meeting the blinding white of this new world. How beautiful, but, what was as pure as white, never failed to be but a mere farce. It was never so pure as picturesque.

In his ear, the voice of Jiryu rang. Ah, that Magi who kept the secret of this dungeon from him, yeah? Welp, ought to hear what this dope may have to say. However, the soldier was rather poised, firm that he will not require the help of that oriental traveler. Yet, the man knew to try not to just dismiss him either.

In the end, Angelus could very well be false within his judgment and ego. It could happen, but here, the noble soldier would embrace the light and what fate has waiting for him. It is part of fate's plan, no? If he was truly destined, then he ought to merely do his very best. It also meant though not disregarding this man who hid this world from him.

Angelus: "Ah.. I hear you, Jiryu. I have to tell you though, of course, this view does surprise me. I mean, do you know one person that would not be? It stuns me, this tree that stands before me. It must reach past the clouds. It will be quite a long trek. I hope you break out your biscuits and tea, oh Magi. If you can, tell Nerilla I will be gone for some time. Understood mister 'I forgot to mention this to you' ?"

A foaming white wash of water came up to his boots, whilst the pure white clouds rolled over the skies. Angelus' eyes were to fixate unto the tall tree before him, his dark gaze full of will. How else could this candidate of light progress other than by air? It was crystal clear to the man that he must fly, but by what means? Hm, Angelus pondered upon this for but a moment, before the obvious donned on him.

In front of him, on this white shore, the man was to open his palm, before then feeding his gauntlet magoi. In but a flash of an eye, the wind began to swirl, forming clouds of white from the air. Its shape was to be that of a snow white eagle. It floated before Angelus now, prepared to be ridden by his majesty.

Its milky snow color blended with the white sand and white clouds. However, Angelus' geared self was more than colorful enough to see whilst the eagle started to flap their wings, bursting forth towards the tree that waited to meet the candidate. Angelus' eyes would be keen on both the sea and wind, ensuring that nobody or nothing could halt his ascent.

Under the flying eagle laid ruined rafts, sea monsters, and other minor isles. Any person who could not fly was likely devoured whole by the beasts that ravaged these waters, what a tragic fate, truly. Angelus could not help but stare solemnly down below him.

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In this azure sky, he floated by, his ascent easy, until below him, a beast from under his eagle was to erupt with light potent enough to vaporize his being. Oh-!? how foolish could he be not to foresee this? Hm, wait, no, how could anyone even predict this obscure explosion of light when one was so far from those beasts?

It was folly though for him to even feel an ounce of peace whilst he felt the wind blow upon his person. Angelus clenched his teeth before then promptly reacting to this explosion, but could he be even quick enough? It was hard to tell, though he was to surely give this his very best try. It was do or die here.


Ah- he tried, but, he could only react so fast. In the moment that followed the burst, droplets of rain was to entirely dampen his hair, close to wet, though not quite. Hmm, the man pondered; It was now more than clear he could not exactly match the pace of light, of course, but what now? In the time he took to ponder upon his next actions, the actions that could mean life or death, the chiming voice of that two faced oriental was to bug Angelus once more.

Eh- perhaps payback for before, huh? Either way, the soldier was to keenly listen to Jiryu, placing his trust unto the man. If he tuned him out, he may very well lose out on the valuable knowledge to overcome this dungeon. Yet, though he was to listen to Jiryu, what the man was to say was to irk him, for the very fact that this damned Magi was very likely having tea with Nerilla. Yup, whilst he was here risking his own life, they were having chats and tea, perfect.

Angelus: "Pf- tea, huh? I hope you burn your lips, Jiryu."

Alas now, the voice of the Magi was out of his ears. It is time to make his choice. Hmph, well now, clearly the best optimal path was that one, the one lit up by the sun. In spite of that though, what was this eerie, even ominous feeling that came over the man? Oh- yeah, there were beams of light coming right for him, that must be why. In time for the laser that burst right for him, the soldier was to grapple his mirror shield, so he may protect his person from this ray of death.

In part cause of the necessity to defend his body from harm, the man could not exactly choose where to land thereafter once the laser hit, so that entrance perfectly lit by the sun was to not be part of the cards of fate for him. In a tumble, and a roll, the soldier was to find himself now wedged within the thick of thorns and bristle. Oh, just great. It was the least favorable of the entrances for him to have landed within, but death by lasers was even less favorable. A long sigh escaped his black painted lips. It was rather painful, you know? having sharp spines lunged within your back.

Angelus: "Tsk.. Agh, what a pain.."

In response to his fall he said, standing up.

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It left him rather bruised. It stung his tan skin, badly. In no time, his sandy brown color came to be a dark purple where those damned thorns bit him.

In a fresh puddle of his own blood, he could not help but groan, but he was to try to shut his mouth. If the soldier could not keep quiet, then certainly, he were to end up chow for the beasts that guarded this world tree.

Angelus: "Tsk- Jiryu wait.. tell me what you know.. It was a close call- I rather not risk Nerilla beating on me- have you been hit by fanalis' fists before, Jiryu? I doubt you have."

In haste the soldier was to say. Angelus fed his necklace magoi, his beat body being healed by the grace of magic. Yet, though he was to heal his person, and promptly then ask for help from Jiryu, the man had to be weary of what came next.

In his thorn-lined path toward the very end of this bristled forested undergrowth, a feminine voice was to detect his presence. Angelus could not help but fret, but the man was not to meet this voice without proper precaution first.

In wherever he could best veil a hand made of pure white cloud, the man was to prepare, either to be deceived or enter a risqué fight.

Angelus: "..."

It was clear he did not want to be detected.

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