He faced the ceiling, his pupil frivolously moving around as though his brain was trying to comprehend what just happened to him.
"Arh.." He began to let out odd noises, "Erh... ack... gah." He exclaimed under his breath, before suddenly exclaiming in pain, fear, and shock, "AHRRRRUGHHACKKK!"
His screech sounded through the entire cavern. Once he was done, he fell on his rear.
Lyrian stood above him, gazing down at him with a heartless gaze.
"Please... let me live. You don't know my story. You--" Sadness was forced to stop speaking, as he felt the horrible bloodlust emanating from the boy before him.
"Ahh!" He winched, "Please! I'm human too!!"
"You aren't human," Lyrian said with a disdainful look on his face.
Sadness continued to pant frivolously as Lyrian continued.
"You are trash." He spoke with an almost profound tone mixed in with his voice.
After a short pause, Sadness slowly backed up using his feet to push him.
As he did, Lyrian simply walked toward him.
"Argh!" Sadness accidentally exclaimed, standing up as he faced the exit of the cavern and began to desperately sprint in that direction.
Before, when faced with the decision of fight or flight, Sadness had chosen to fight.
However, when truly faced with the decision at a crucial and real moment--like many people in the world--he instead chose to flee.
He wasn't very fast, as not having arms disturbed his ability to have balance while running.
At times he stumbled and fell, tumbling over as he got back up again and continued running.
He cried as though he was an infant just born from the womb. He cried long, extending wails of sadness.
As he moved, Lyrian simply followed him. As he ran past destroyed buildings, Lyrian followed him--appearing between those buildings like the Grim Reaper.
As he stepped in the blood of those whom he slayed, Lyrian continued to follow him.
As he tripped over corpses that he created, Lyrian continued to follow him.
Until, finally, Sadness fell and tripped over a pile of dead bodies. His face plunged into a pool of blood, as he slowly turned around.
The blood loss from his arms and the mental exhaustion had filled up to their limits by now.
As he continued to cry, Lyrian appeared before him.
"I was born like this..." Sadness said as he closed his eyes, knowing death itself was standing above him.
"I didn't have a choice when It came to killing. But... I if I could; I would have given it all up to simply experience one day like a normal person. Like a real person."
After a short pause, and Sadness choking on his own blood and mucus, he exclaimed in a raspy voice, "The ones who created me are the worst of evil," He suddenly opened his eyes at that moment, facing Lyrian with a newfound look, "Please. Kill them... kill them all."
At that moment a blade sliced cleanly through his neck. His head tumbled across the floor, calmly rolling down the hill.
Lyrian cleaned his blade and sheathed it. "If you can think such thoughts, then it's still your fault, retard. Don't try to act as though none of this was your doing. You still have to atone for your sins."
Lyrian quickly returned to the cavern with Tao, where Rothis and the others were already fully healed up.
"Zuuc... you gave them the healing potions, right?" Lyrian said, landing on the ground as he walked towards the adventurers who were slowly returning to their feet.
"Yep! They are all healed."
"Good, then return to my shadow." As Lyrian said this, Zuuc did just that.
Although it was going to be a bit of a risk showing Zuuc to the public, Lyrian wanted to do what he did with Sadness.
So, he gave Zuuc potions and elixirs of healing to distribute to the adventurers.
After they were all healed, the adventurers took their turns thanking Lyrian.
Osikae stood in the back and waited for everyone to finish giving their thanks before giving his own.
"Thank you... Lord Lyrian. Without you, we would have all been wiped out."
"It's alright. Unluckily for me, I'm acquainted with you guys, so I have to help you out." Lyrian joked as a few chuckled.
"Now then... shall we leave?" Zyon said, looking toward the exit.
The other adventurers seemed to be on board too.
"Leave? What do you mean? We still haven't completed our mission." Lyrian said, slightly confused.
"Oh right! I totally forgot about the whole reason we came here. Hahaha!" Rothis suddenly exclaimed, scratching the back of his head as he awkwardly chuckled.
"I haven't forgotten about the Hyroon family, but Lyrian, are you sure that they are still alive?" Zyon questioned, stepping forward.
"Hmm. Not really no. But, you were the one who told me that this place, the temple of Zhurong, was a place of protection right? There's still a slim chance that we came early enough."
With this, they all slowly entered the temple. As Lyrian stepped inside, he looked around the broken-down place and noticed that apart from the inscriptions on the walls and more broken pillars, there was also a large pedestal in the center.
"Hmm... how exactly is one supposed to be safe in here? It doesn't feel much different from outside." Cylline questioned, her eyes slowly surveying the room.
"No... it's not just a place of protection because it has the aura of Zhurong. There should be a" Zyon pressed down on the pedestal with both hands, resulting in a clicking sound, "Ah! It's right here. How easy."
"What's that?" Rothis questioned, looking over at Zyon as the pedestal slowly lowered into the ground.
"There seems to be a magic array that only allows spirits with good intentions to activate this. This is the entrance to the secret base underground, where the Hyroon family is most likely."
At that moment, Lyrian suddenly felt a horrible pain piercing through his entire body.
'What the--?' Before he could even finish his train of thought, he fell to his knees.
'I wasn't injured almost at all from battle. Why is this happening.' At that moment, a giant, dark purple aura unleashed out of him.
It washed through everyone like a tsunami, crashing them on the sides of the temple.
*ROAARRRR*
He faced the ceiling, his pupil frivolously moving around as though his brain was trying to comprehend what just happened to him.
"Arh.." He began to let out odd noises, "Erh... ack... gah." He exclaimed under his breath, before suddenly exclaiming in pain, fear, and shock, "AHRRRRUGHHACKKK!"
His screech sounded through the entire cavern. Once he was done, he fell on his rear.
Lyrian stood above him, gazing down at him with a heartless gaze.
"Please... let me live. You don't know my story. You--" Sadness was forced to stop speaking, as he felt the horrible bloodlust emanating from the boy before him.
"Ahh!" He winched, "Please! I'm human too!!"
"You aren't human," Lyrian said with a disdainful look on his face.
Sadness continued to pant frivolously as Lyrian continued.
"You are trash." He spoke with an almost profound tone mixed in with his voice.
After a short pause, Sadness slowly backed up using his feet to push him.
As he did, Lyrian simply walked toward him.
"Argh!" Sadness accidentally exclaimed, standing up as he faced the exit of the cavern and began to desperately sprint in that direction.
Before, when faced with the decision of fight or flight, Sadness had chosen to fight.
However, when truly faced with the decision at a crucial and real moment--like many people in the world--he instead chose to flee.
He wasn't very fast, as not having arms disturbed his ability to have balance while running.
At times he stumbled and fell, tumbling over as he got back up again and continued running.
He cried as though he was an infant just born from the womb. He cried long, extending wails of sadness.
As he moved, Lyrian simply followed him. As he ran past destroyed buildings, Lyrian followed him--appearing between those buildings like the Grim Reaper.
As he stepped in the blood of those whom he slayed, Lyrian continued to follow him.
As he tripped over corpses that he created, Lyrian continued to follow him.
Until, finally, Sadness fell and tripped over a pile of dead bodies. His face plunged into a pool of blood, as he slowly turned around.
The blood loss from his arms and the mental exhaustion had filled up to their limits by now.
As he continued to cry, Lyrian appeared before him.
"I was born like this..." Sadness said as he closed his eyes, knowing death itself was standing above him.
"I didn't have a choice when It came to killing. But... I if I could; I would have given it all up to simply experience one day like a normal person. Like a real person."
After a short pause, and Sadness choking on his own blood and mucus, he exclaimed in a raspy voice, "The ones who created me are the worst of evil," He suddenly opened his eyes at that moment, facing Lyrian with a newfound look, "Please. Kill them... kill them all."
At that moment a blade sliced cleanly through his neck. His head tumbled across the floor, calmly rolling down the hill.
Lyrian cleaned his blade and sheathed it. "If you can think such thoughts, then it's still your fault, retard. Don't try to act as though none of this was your doing. You still have to atone for your sins."
Lyrian quickly returned to the cavern with Tao, where Rothis and the others were already fully healed up.
"Zuuc... you gave them the healing potions, right?" Lyrian said, landing on the ground as he walked towards the adventurers who were slowly returning to their feet.
"Yep! They are all healed."
"Good, then return to my shadow." As Lyrian said this, Zuuc did just that.
Although it was going to be a bit of a risk showing Zuuc to the public, Lyrian wanted to do what he did with Sadness.
So, he gave Zuuc potions and elixirs of healing to distribute to the adventurers.
After they were all healed, the adventurers took their turns thanking Lyrian.
Osikae stood in the back and waited for everyone to finish giving their thanks before giving his own.
"Thank you... Lord Lyrian. Without you, we would have all been wiped out."
"It's alright. Unluckily for me, I'm acquainted with you guys, so I have to help you out." Lyrian joked as a few chuckled.
"Now then... shall we leave?" Zyon said, looking toward the exit.
The other adventurers seemed to be on board too.
"Leave? What do you mean? We still haven't completed our mission." Lyrian said, slightly confused.
"Oh right! I totally forgot about the whole reason we came here. Hahaha!" Rothis suddenly exclaimed, scratching the back of his head as he awkwardly chuckled.
"I haven't forgotten about the Hyroon family, but Lyrian, are you sure that they are still alive?" Zyon questioned, stepping forward.
"Hmm. Not really no. But, you were the one who told me that this place, the temple of Zhurong, was a place of protection right? There's still a slim chance that we came early enough."
With this, they all slowly entered the temple. As Lyrian stepped inside, he looked around the broken-down place and noticed that apart from the inscriptions on the walls and more broken pillars, there was also a large pedestal in the center.
"Hmm... how exactly is one supposed to be safe in here? It doesn't feel much different from outside." Cylline questioned, her eyes slowly surveying the room.
"No... it's not just a place of protection because it has the aura of Zhurong. There should be a" Zyon pressed down on the pedestal with both hands, resulting in a clicking sound, "Ah! It's right here. How easy."
"What's that?" Rothis questioned, looking over at Zyon as the pedestal slowly lowered into the ground.
"There seems to be a magic array that only allows spirits with good intentions to activate this. This is the entrance to the secret base underground, where the Hyroon family is most likely."
At that moment, Lyrian suddenly felt a horrible pain piercing through his entire body.
'What the--?' Before he could even finish his train of thought, he fell to his knees.
'I wasn't injured almost at all from battle. Why is this happening.' At that moment, a giant, dark purple aura unleashed out of him.
It washed through everyone like a tsunami, crashing them on the sides of the temple.
*ROAARRRR*
