The Crimzons & The Curse Of Nine Suns.

CHAPTER SIX - The Platinum Sword.

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Bad Guy By  Billie Eilish, 

Overheated By Billie Eilish.

Arkielaz teleported inside a vast blue forest. The tall trees stretched towards the sky, their blue leaves blending seamlessly with the light blue sky above. The brown sands and tree trunks almost looked identical, creating an illusion of an underground maze. He looked around, trying to find a way through the forest full of endless blue and brown shades. Where was the grass? He walked through the forest, and the sight of a few yellow and orange trees finally brought him a sense of peace. Finally, some colors.

After a few hours, Arkielaz reached the edge of the forest and stood in front of a huge black and golden metal city. It wasn't the richest or poorest city he had seen. It seemed to be somewhere in between. Who knows what he would find there? He walked towards it.

A scent caught his attention, a smell his body couldn't resist. He walked across the brown wooden bridge that led into the city over a small pink lake. People began to notice him. The armor had taken their attention. Their codes of dressing were colorful and dark, a blend of everything. A girl smiled at him. She was pretty, with light pink hair and a dark blue dress. He returned the smile and walked past a few more smiles, mostly from women. A few angry men smiled with their anger.

Not today. Not losing it today.

He wanted to find that smell, so he walked past passages and small shops. The place looked like a small market with various stalls and huts.

He didn't care what they paid attention to. He was hungry. That smell had changed his appetite. He had never felt that way before.

What is it? The smell changed into many unknown scents as he walked inside the food stall. There were a few shops, and one instantly caught his eye—it was selling Bluvia. But that wasn't the smell he was searching for. What if it was a mixture of everything here? He would have to eat everything. No. Not happening.

He initially spotted a shop hanging large slices of something pink. They looked tasty. He was never wrong about food; the looks gave their tastes away. He walked closer.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Clemos, pink pig slices. Where are you from?" the man asked.

"Typeria. I'm a tourist."

"Can I buy two slices?" Arkielaz lied about his origin.

"Yes. You must be here for the festival."

"These taste very good."

"This, my friend, you never have to cook. You just eat it like this."

"It tastes better if you eat one alive. Do you want a live one?" the man asked.

"No. Just give me two slices," Arkielaz requested.

"Two hundred Cyros." The man held out his hand.

Arkielaz grabbed the small wallet he always carried and dropped three Lavtn coins.

"Welploo. That's too much. I can get you a live pig for that," the man mumbled.

"Give me a slice. If it's good, I will take it," Arkielaz said.

"Here you go." The man handed him a slice.

The fresh smell of it was unlike any meat Arkielaz had ever eaten. Elkonian white dragons were the best meat in the galaxy, but pink pig slices smelled better, and it was raw.