How far would you go to NEVER fail again?
This question will push Noche L. Grim to the test as she attempts to join the Cross Military. With their resources she intends to find DeathTech and recover her memories.
However, when she lives on a conti...
As the clocktower echoed, time marched rapidly, with every-
TICK.
As the clocktower echoed, time flashed by, with every-
TOCK.
In the midst of a forest so dense, that it was impossible to tell if it was night or day, Professor Grim and baby Noche were led by their captors across a secret trail. Rotting wood and hidden fungus filled the air with the scent of decay. The forest, which moments ago was full of life with the chirping of birds and insects, was eerily silent in this particular place. It had been five days since they left their island, and now, they had no idea where they marched.
TICK.
Soon they stood before a shimmering, nearly invisible, hexagonal orange force field. A slight opening appeared in the barrier and the DeathTech soldiers forced them inside. Before them laid a cliffside clearing with a small funny looking castle near its edge. Almost cartoonish, due to the bubbly-round edges and top-heavy appearance, the castle looked like its design was purposely comedic; as if to mock society through appearance. Below the cliff were sharp crags and raging waves; with the ocean barely audible this high up.
TOCK.
In front of the castle was an old tree stump with a massive humanoid bear sitting upon it. He wore faded electrum colored half-plate with some chain-link leggings and helmet. His claws were as long as baby Noche was tall. His thick brown fur had some patches of gray on his chin and chest. His left shoulder pauldron looked like a castle tower with arrow slits. While his right arm was unguarded and wrapped in beaded leather bands.
TICK.
He stood up and lifted his gargantuan, door-sized, blunted sword made from a slab of pure metal; and dark as ebony. Still holding onto her grandfather's hand, they were both lead towards the bear. If it wasn't for Eddy pushing him forward, Grim would have been more hesitant to approach such a massive creature. Noche shook a little, but forced her small feet to move forward. The bear man smelled like a musty wet dog and patches of dried mud hung on the fur of his legs. Even without standing close to him she could feel the immense heat his body gave off.
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