Enter The Ninjaverse

CHAPTER 52

On the deck of the Destiny's Bounty, Over stood. His eyes were drawn to the water that was rippling underneath the ship. He had expected it to be made of bricks, after seeing such a backwards world as this being made of hte things. Instead, he saw only his own reflection atop the twin dragon heads adorning the front of the ship. Just the sight of it looked odd and misplaced, like a children's drawing scrawled against a finely crafted painting. He was filled with curves, sleekness and life. This world was plasticy, full of edges and rigid. At least until they decided to defy that rigidness and create something anew.

"Something anew?" The Overlord spoke up from the dark being's lips, "Your thoughts are drifting far today."

"We share the same thoughts," Overlloyd hissed back, "What purpose does it serve to bring them up?"

"We both are angry about what happened," The Overlord responded, "Hiding that fact is pointless."

"I hide nothing from you, as you do nothing from me," Overlloyd spat, "This is a waste of time."

Over sat down, letting his legs dangle over the side of the Bounty. Slowly, he inhaled, causing his form to begin to melt into shadows. Those shadows released back into him as a two-armed being, one that wore not the proud battle armor of the Emperor, but the bare chest of a defeated warrior. He summoned forth two of his blades into his lap, pulling them from his palms to begin sharpening them.

"Our injuries have almost healed," Overlord sighed, "I have known pain before, yet that was perhaps the worst I have endured."

"We pushed our body to its limit and then beyond," Overlloyd groaned as he worked on the blades, "I think we got off easy compared to what could have happened."

"I doubt that we are able to die, at least in the way those of true flesh do," Overlord mused, "You were a mortal being tainted with immortal essence. I am a being born of darkness itself. I do not know what would have happened, but death is beyond us, I imagine."

"That does not stop us from feeling pain," Overlloyd held one of his blades up to inspect it, "Something you would do well to remember."

There was a silence from his other half. Overlloyd said nothing, simply waiting for a response. When none came, he went about finishing the two blades he had out, then exchanged them for the other two. They had sustained a number of scrapes and nicks from his use of them, an unsightly look for a being such as he. He stood up, looking around the ship for some source of bladeworks. When he realized there were none, he scowled at the thought.

"Yes, returning to him would be an ordeal," Overlord chuckled, "One I am happy to witness."

"He is nothing like the man we knew, in either of our lifetimes," Overlloyd gripped his fist, "He is nothing more than a glutton for combat and blind to the feelings of those around him. It is only by circumstance he has been allowed to flourish when such flaws bereft his character."

"Yet he is far better than the man we fought," Overlord replied.

"In what way?" Overlloyd scoffed, "He is a fool and simple-minded in far too many ways."

"He had Lloyd," Overlord mused.

That line was enough to make Over fully go quiet. He slid his blades back into his body, returning them to Dark Matter. Since he had arrived here, his power had been diminished. His strength in his empire had been from the darkness he cast. His Dark Matter empowered him, enriching the bond he was able to maintain with the land. Without it, he could feel much of his overwhelming force gone. What he had managed against that mech had been all his body had to give. His dark power was at least halved by his loss of connection to his world. Only Shadow Control was at its true strength, and that ability was one that relied upon the presence of shadow on the battlefield, a fleeting resource at best.