The giant flesh filled ravine was clearly alive, and possibly even conscious. Morris looked back the way he came expecting something to lunge at him but nothing came. His hand trembled while holding onto the axe, almost dropping it. He was tired, and now he could hear the voices of the villagers who were once alive, see his mother walk besides him as he wandered the catacombs with tears and blood.
His face was still wrapped in bandages, Morris had ripped off the sleeves and used the cloth as a makeshift bandaged for other wounds on his body.
"Hmm."
Morris looked up at the upside down city with the tower standing in the middle. There cities architecture was very simplistic, the homes were all in square shapes except for the tower. Some of the homes were as tall as 2 stories, and those stood out the most.
If I go back, I'll have to face all those monsters... but going forwards seems even more dangerous.
Wherever he went, death was following.
What a sick joke.
Morris looked back at the tower and noticed something ontop, a tall pale white figure, it's form kept changing appearances. Each body parts. Morris's eyes began bleeding turning blurry, but it all stopped the moment another person showed up.
The Silent One's body began undulating and tearing itself apart slowly, countless curses seeped out yet they were contained within the tower.
The fleshy ravine beneath reacted to the activity above it and began moving around while something came out of it... Morris didn't stay around and Turned the way he came from.
"Looks like others are now here..."
He was relieved but also worried they might be the ones to kill him, so he decided to try and escape. Morris relied on the astrolabe which he now called pathfinder, he relied on it to find his way through the catacombs and escape. To his surprise no tall monstrous women jumped at him, he couldn't even find the bodies of the ones he killed.
The walls of skulls blurred past him as he ran, his feet hurt inside the worn leather boots and his legs almost gave out multiple times, he was constantly on alert, wary of anything that might jump out.
There wasn't anyone other than him around. After running for about 10 more minutes Morris finally made it to the level above the catacombs which was the churches basement, his entire vision was blocked after seeing the sunlight for the first time.
Light? It's been so long.
The entire earth shook slightly, tiny pebbles falling from the ceiling. Morris left through the cellar door the way he came in and took a long awaited step outside. He walked around the church and saw that there weren't any monsters in the square, only men and women dressed in strange clothes.
Instead of running to them he decided to run away because of his lack of trust. After everything that had happened in the last two weeks he had gained trust issues.
The ground erupted out of nowhere, rocks and pieces of flesh coming from beneath. Piles of flesh blobs and reproductive organs splattered on the roofs and ground, flailing like fish out of water. A giant hand came out, a hand that was a mix of meat and stone.
Morris's gut told him to not look back so he listened and ran.
A giant began rising from the underground, just as he rose a tree poured with oil appeared. Strange things stretched out of it.
The world lost it's colors, leaving only pallor. Morris felt a cold eat away at his exposed skin, he wanted to stop but... he also needed to kill the Silent One.
The undead began rising from the ground, but instead of going for a certain target they began attacking one another.
Morris ran for another 20 minutes until he reached the shore where a abandoned dinghy waited him. The sunlight was no longer there, wherever Morris went he felt like death was constantly following.
One, two, three-
He counted each step until he was standing right infront of the dinghy. To him finding this dinghy was pure coincidence, he didn't know it would be here. He took off running towards nowhere.
Morris pushed the dinghy off the shore and sat down. He placed the lantern right infront of him, then he grabbed the paddles. It would take atleast an hour of paddling to reach the mainland so Morris didn't waste anytime.
As he began paddling he observed the thick fog around him and the island that was slowly dissapearing from his view. He had all the time to think to himself and plan his next move.
That's right... is it Saturday or Sunday? I'll have to meet the Primordial Light. "He" can help me after all.
While Morris was happy about gaining that formula he still had many questions about the world of beyonders. And an ancient god like the Primordial Light had all the answers.
"He" resembles a benevolent god, not some demon.
Morris was lost in thought, his body was paddling automatically now.
...
Nancy sat inside one of the carts of the giant steam locomotive with a beautiful view of the mountains. She was wearing a flowey skirt that reached down to her knees. Under the skirt she had brown trouses and boots. Nancy's eyes scanned the cart for anyone suspicious but she only found around ten others. Five of them were clearly a family, a father and his wife along with three daughters. Feynapotterians valued family and children but Nancy felt like she was the only one who was different. Infact she never even thought about having kids, but there was a kind off societal pressure that ate away at her.
Nancy looked to the mountains once again, finally having left the Enki region of Feynapotter which bordered Segar.
The common language was the Highlander language formed from ancient Feysac, and Nancy was proficient in both languages. Highlander, Hermes, Ancient Feysac, Intisian and Leonese.
She was an orphan raised withing a cloister of the Church of the Earth Mother. Nancy despised her childhood but there was a special someone who made it easier for her there.
Frank Lee...
Nancy lightly slapped her own face trying concentrate, She was heading towards Feynapotter City.