Siva (Volume 4) The Book of Legends

Chapter 7 A Hectic Day

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Volume 4
Chapter 7 A Hectic Day
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When Siva escaped the scene of the town square, he had his mind set to go to the market. But the fear of the effect of the Malevolent Aura made him cower and so when he passed through a shop that sells masks, he saw a gas mask that fills his face and bought it.

It was just a normal gas mask, a head gear accessory that doesn't do anything unlike his first masks that he bought and modified with the help of old man Janus.

Surprisingly, the mask, aside from being a mask itself, occupied quite a space not only on his inventory but also to his Weight Limits (we). It was genuinely a big lug of weight.

But for now, it will do.  

What he needs right now is cover. 

Though just to be sure to hide his skin and all other visible parts of his body, he also bought a darker grey cloak that looked more like a shawl, and partnered it with gloves that came as a set.

Now he looked nothing like the elegant looking Siva or the nasty, short-tempered The Destroyer attending a ball. He looked more like a cowboy from the Texas. 

As he was more comfortable with a gun than a sword on his back with his current outfit, he set the current one as a default with his second mode.

The two guns were holstered on his legs, secured and fitted as to not impede movements. The black and white colors peeked through a little one at a time, each time he took a step and the grey shawl that extended to his arms ended up as a front cape that covered only until above the knees.

The triangle tip dangled on every pace, the back side is like a square blanket that dances on his every step. And with the hood lowered deeply to cover his red tint ball goggles, all the people he came across to looked at him like some kind of unannounced astral mob.

Note to self: Fix the mask later.

He spent an hour sitting in a bench, catching his breath and allowing the pulse of adrenaline calm down from his beating temples. He was mentally tired with the events that happened in Anazon forest.

As soon as he felt that he was relaxed, he scanned all the items on his inventory and a dark skinned grin had escaped his black smoke lips.

Unfortunately, it wasn't much visible. The hood that goes down on his face prevented anyone to see the crooked smile that started from the sight of the number of items on his loot inventory.