𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘚 | ɪɴᴛᴇʀ-ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴇxᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - 8
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Mike’s eyes were narrowed, scanning the horizon as he approached Barrier-A.
“Something big’s happening,”
he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.
The barrier, an ominous wall of shimmering light, pulsed with a strange, irregular energy he hadn’t seen before.
It was as if the barrier itself was anxious, reacting to something unseen.
The air was heavy, laden with an unusual chill. Mike’s hand hovered over the hilt of his sword, instincts prickling.
He took a cautious step forward when a voice cut through the silence like a knife.
“Hoaa…”
The tone was casual, almost sleepy, yet something about it made Mike’s spine stiffen.
He spun around, hand on his sword, but stopped short when he saw the man standing there—a young figure, eyes pink as twilight, with a lazy smile playing on his lips.
“Who are you?”
Mike demanded, trying to mask the sudden jolt of tension in his voice.
The stranger just shrugged, his smile widening.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Mike felt a spark of irritation.
“Fine. If you won’t tell me, I’ll just have to—”
But before he could finish, the stranger was already moving.
With a fluid grace, the man leapt forward, his form blurring in a sudden burst of speed.
Mike barely had time to react before the stranger—Ikkei, he thought he heard—landed behind him, a whirlwind of movement and silent laughter.
“What the—?”
Mike started, but Ikkei was already adjusting his hair, casually running a hand through the disheveled strands as if he had all the time in the world.
Mike took a closer look at him. The man’s youthful face held an unsettling calm, his posture loose yet alert.
𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
“Hmm…”
Ikkei’s pink eyes flicked over Mike with idle curiosity, like a cat sizing up a mouse.
Then, without warning, he reached for the crucifix.
Mike tensed, watching as Ikkei lifted the pendant, unclasped it from the chain, and—to Mike’s astonishment—swallowed it whole.
“What the hell was that?”
Mike blurted, but Ikkei only grunted, his eyes closing momentarily as if savoring some strange, private moment.
When he opened them again, they shone with an eerie, otherworldly light.
A low hum filled the air, growing louder as a sword materialized in Ikkei’s hand, seemingly summoned from thin air.
The weapon was a massive crucifix-shaped blade, its metal glowing with an ethereal blue light that crackled and hissed like a living thing.
Ikkei raised the sword, leveling it at Mike.
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