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Chapter 4 - Finn Sevenstian

It became utterly unidentificable. Utterly disguisable.

He stared straight into Finn's eyes. His face was pale and dreadful.

But guess what?

Finn burst into Incious so swiftly that Incious had no time to react, hell; it didn't even have the time to process what was happening or what will happen to me that very moment itself.

It wasn't that long a distance that Finn would have to run like a runner just to be near him, it was just two or three feet away.

The air around Finn doubled, as it was already moving at such a speed that it felt like a blizzard of air. In simple terms, we call it 'wind.'

Finn swung his bat, pretending to aim at its head. But swiftly changed it to knees.

Where 'it' collapsed, unable to walk any further.

And speaking of walking…

Morn stood as he was before. But soon he realised this wasn't any more of gore.

Finn again swung his bat in tranquility on the head of Incious. An ass person versus a God? How is that fair?

Unfortunately. It is.

It was sealed, severely.

"RUN!" Finn proclaimed as he looked back at Incious, who was still laying down on the surface like a puppet. He was both the master and the puppet, bestart think, was he in heaven? He was no longer 'it', he now became a 'he,' like a tiny little bee.

"Lost, did I not? Butβ€”" Incious choked. As he tried warning him about the one.

"You ain't no God-like being. You're a damn loser. Now stop pretending to act like one and get on!"

Finn didn't stop provoking Incious, though; he sounded a little too right. His actions were fortunately a trouble to Incious, since he couldn't do anything but just stay there till the verum returned. Resist not. But stay still. Was it a false kill?

He said in a fluttering voice that: "He" will surely come, for a tiny little sum. Run as fast you can, till the mountains cease. "He" will certainly come for all, and your and his life will fall!

"Sudden poetry, huh?" Finn said.

The sky bloomed, it was painted in light-red, like if one casted a spell.

Morn's mind reckoned that if they stay too long; the meticulous act which was impulsive, it would become their dream to live again being free.

Incious was not an amiable being, but the one here was a false dream.

"What do we do?" Morn questioned as he was ready to run for his life.

He wasn't frightened now, he anon hurtled towards Finn, poised to grab him by his shoulder and take him away; as per his plan. Uttering: "Come with me! I've got an idea!"

They vanished from the sight as the fog grew dense and far leaving Falsch behind. It wasn't their luck that they survived, it was because Finn was there.

They had finally reached the cave. It was covered with grass and plants, yet no insects in sight.

"Come on! This way, Mornie-Chan."

"Ass statement." Morn replied back hurriedly to protect his dignity.

They hurried inside, protecting themselves from the enormous herbs.

As they entered, they saw the place was full with crystals, blue-glowing crystals. With a tiny bright fog, almost looking like an aurora.

They noticed a half-burnt page, pale-brown in colour lying on the ground.

π•±π–Šπ–†π–—π–“π–™π– π–“π–”π–—π–˜π–”π–“ π–œπ–Šπ–‘π–‘ 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓, π–‹π–Šπ–“π–‘π–™π– π–π–Šπ–Žπ–™ π–Žπ–“π–Š π–‹π–Šπ–“π–‘π–™π– π–™π–π–”π–˜π–™π–Šπ–—. π•Ώπ–π–Žπ–“π–™ π–†π–‡π–šπ–“π–‰π–†π–“π–ˆπ–Š π–˜π–π–”π–š π–‰π–Šπ–“π–‘π–™π–β€¦π–™π–π–”π–˜π–™π–Šπ–— 𝖙𝖔𝖓 π–˜π–Šπ–‘π–™π– π–šπ–˜π–™π–Šπ–— π–π–”π–’π–Š-π–‹π–Šπ–“π–‘π–™π–-π–‘π–Žπ–›π–Šπ–˜ π–‹π–Šπ–“π–‘π–™π– π–‹π–—π–Žπ–• 𝖆𝖓𝖉 π–‹π–†π–‘π–˜π–ˆπ–.

"π•»π–π–”π–“π–Šπ–“π–ˆπ–Žπ–”π–“π–Žπ–”π–“π–Šπ–“π–ˆπ–Žπ–Šπ–“π–•π–π–—π–Šπ–“π–Šπ–“π–‰π–žπ–˜π–™π–”π–‘π–˜π–ˆπ–Žπ–”π–›π–Šπ–™π–Šπ–“π–”π–˜π–ˆπ–π–Ÿπ–†π–œπ–†π–—π–Œπ–™π–Šπ–“π–Žπ–”π–“π–‘π–”π–‡π–†π–™π–™π–Šπ–“π–‰π–Žπ–”π–˜π–Šπ–’π–Šπ–‘π–ˆπ–Žπ–”π–šπ–˜π–Žπ–”π–“π–Šπ–“π–ˆπ–Šπ–“π–Šπ–“π–‡π–Žπ–”π–•π–π–—π–Šπ–“π–—π–Žπ–”π–‘π–Šπ–‡π–†π–™π–™π–Šπ–’π–”π–“π–”π–‰π–†π–π–Šπ–˜π–†π–’π–Šπ–‘π–”π–‡π–”π–π–”π–—π–Šπ–‡π–Šπ–“π–”π–’π–”π–“π–”π–‰π–Žπ–”π–‘π–Šπ–‡π–π–Šπ–“π–π–Šπ–“π–‡π–†π–—π–Šπ–’π–”π–˜π–”π–‘π–Šπ–‡π–†π–π–†." π–—π–Šπ–‹π–Žπ–“π–Šπ–Šπ–™π–π–˜ π–˜π–Šπ–‘π–™π– π–’π–†π–“π–Šπ–Šπ–™π–.

π–€π–“π–ˆπ–”π–’π–‹π–”π–—π–™π–†π–‡π–Žπ–‘π–Žπ–™π–šπ–‰π–Žπ–“π–”π–šπ–˜π–“π–Šπ–˜π–˜π–Šπ–‹π–”π–—π–™π–π–‘π–ž. 𝕰𝖗 π–†π–Œπ–—π–Šπ–Šπ–™π–π–˜ 𝖙𝖔𝖓 π–˜π–Šπ–‘π–™π– π–‘π–†π–˜π–Šπ–Šπ–™π–.

π•Ώπ–Žπ–‘π–‘π–Šπ–Šπ–™π– π–˜π–Šπ–‘π–™π– π–˜π–šπ–“ π–˜π–Šπ–Šπ–™π–π–˜ π–‰π–”π–œπ–“π–Šπ–Šπ–™π–. π–€π–˜π–™π–Šπ–— π–˜π–Šπ–‘π–™π– π–˜π–π–†π–‰π–Šπ–Šπ–™π–; 𝕰𝖗 π–˜π–π–”π–š π–“π–”π–˜π–”π–“ 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖍 π–Žπ–—π–† π–‡π–Šπ–˜π–™π–†π–—π–™; π–‹π–†π–‘π–‘π–Šπ–Šπ–™π– π–Žπ–— π–˜π–Šπ–‘π–™π– π–‹π–†π–‘π–˜π–ˆπ– π–‹π–—π–Žπ–•; π–‘π–”π–”π–π–Šπ–Šπ–™π– π–˜π–žπ–“π–Š π–˜π–Šπ–‘π–™π– π–π–”π–’π–Š-π–‹π–Šπ–‘π–™π–-π–‘π–Žπ–›π–Šπ–˜. 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖍 π–˜π–π–”π–š 𝕰𝖗 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖍?

π•­π–Šπ–—π–†π–’π–‡π–Šπ–—π–Šπ–“π–˜π–”π–‡π–Šπ–“π–‘π–Šπ–“π–π–Žπ–”π–π–Šπ–’π–”π–“π–”π–˜π–Šπ–‘π–”π–π–Žπ–π–Žπ–“π–Œπ–˜π–”π–“π–”π–“π–Žπ–”π–“π–Žπ–”π–π–Žπ–Šπ–π–Žπ–Šπ–“π–Žπ–”π–“π–”π–“π–Žπ–“π–ˆπ–Šπ–“π–”π–“π–Šπ–‹π–Šπ–‘π–”π–‡π–Šπ–π–†π–—π–†π–’π–†π–“π–π–”π–˜π–†π–‘π–†π–’π–†π–™π–π–Šπ–π–†π–’π–šπ–˜π–†π–“π–Ÿπ–Šπ–‘π–Žπ–’, π–‡π–Žπ–“π–‡π–Žπ–“π–π–”π–π–Šπ–‡π–†π–—π–”π–˜π–Šπ–’π–†π–’π–†π–“π–”; π–‡π–Šπ–—π–”π–˜π–™π– π–‡π–Šπ–‡π–Šπ–Šπ–™π– π–‘π–Žπ–†π–™π–.

~π•Ύπ–Šπ–—π–Šπ–›π–†π–“ 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖒𝖆

"WHAT EVEN IS WRITTEN HERE?!" Morganael shouted, looking at Finn.

This indeed was weird to them, but did they have any other option?

"And what is happening in this world?!" Morn ordered as the corners of eyes became dull due to the less amount of sleep he had before.

"Dunno." Finn replied as he wasn't shocked but prepared for the next.

Their minds connected by the thinking of changing their identity to be sealed off from Incious. Finn wasn't someone who would hide, but this time danger was indeed high.

But, the twist lied here:

A man can change themselves: physically, psychologically, in every way. But he will always be the same him. It is experiences that keep "him" still "him." Nonetheless, there's something even bigger; that makes "him" stay still him: their past themselves.

Morn anon thought of killing himself, thinking it would save him from the unwanted danger. It wasn't his fault that amidst the fight and unawareness of what had happened, he conjectured this.

They ran towards wherever the path took them, their gait was quite unusual. Morn was already sweating, he never ran this much at such speed. after running at least half a mile or so.

And when they saw an ending, they thought they won, joy dripping over their faces. They could only see darkness.

They looked astounded as if they saw a God just beside them.

Right as they were about to get near that ending, they saw a man with a short-beard, blonde eyes and medium-hairs with a long black robe staring dead into them. Anon, he took out two doubled-knives which were half the size of a normal katana. And with a deep whisper, he said β€” "Hello, my friends. Remember me?"

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