𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃 - ★彡[ᴄʏɴᴏ]★彡 - 𝟏𝐊 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢

    As the boy blinked open his eyes, the Murshid turned to him as if she knew that he had awoken simply by the small breath that had caught in his throat. She couldn't help but smile as his gaze immediately shifted from bleariness to hostility to caution in the span of just a few seconds. His futile attempt to hide his own emotions was laughable.

    "It appears that there isn't an end to this," she said, looking almost nostalgic.

    "What do you mean?" he stood up, feeling rejuvenated after his rest.

    "The storm we are in seems to have no end. It stretches out as far as the eye can see, and the winds show no sign of ceasing," the Murshid shut her eyes. "I have a theory on what is going on, yet I daren't say that it's the definitive conclusion."

    His eyes narrowed. "I don't understand what you're implying, but share whatever theory you may have. I have duties to get to–"

    "Are you implying that you have somewhere to return to?" she asked him. "You are no longer affiliated with the Akademiya, correct?" When meeting those she was meant to guide, the Murshid was obligated to make a few deductions of their character. The fact that an assassin would come for him being the first thing to come to mind obviously showed that he had some sort of history with them. The general Mahamantra, or at least from what she had heard, appeared to share the same distinct features as him. It was quite an easy task from there to deduce who he was. "Your name is Cyno, correct?"

    His gaze darkened. "There's no use in denying what you say, but I would assume that it serves you no benefit to dig into my personal information. Even if I am not affiliated with the Akademiya anymore, I have a responsibility to uphold duty among the common folk. It is what I have abided by for all of my days. What of you, to make such a cynical comment? It's not like you have anywhere to return to."

    "You're right," she reached out her hand to him, "and especially more so now that I know the purpose of this sandstorm. I believe we've entered a space that takes place in a separate space-time continuum. Perhaps the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata has decided that it is finally my time to perish."

    "A space-time continuum?" Cyno stiffened and rose to his feet, grains of sand sinking into the gaps between his toes. "How could that have possibly happened?"

    The Murshid appeared somewhat lost, and she felt awfully scared. Why is this happening? "I don't know. No mortal could ever create such a rift in the universe itself, so I would assume this is the work of some sort of holy entity."

    Eyes narrowing with confusion, she saw him dust off his clothes, when suddenly his body stiffened.

    "What?" the Murshid immediately rushed over to him, checking his body to make sure he wasn't wounded.

    "My vision..." his voice trailed off. "...it's worthless now."

    "Vision?" the Murshid tilted her head. "What's that?"