It has been one day after the shift in leaderboards positions. On the official forums of the Dominion Riot Center, today there was much more online activity than usual. The forum was bustling into several online discussions and debates over the sudden shift in the positions.
Another huge reason for
'Should I flee or should I fight?…'Creed was still thinking about what choice to make until a knife came at him like a bolt of lightning. The killing intent buried inside the incoming knife was as calm as a sea. It was not blood that he sensed from the attack; it was routine. That single
[**WARNING *** This chapter is violent, twisted, and darker than what I usually post. This chapter contains a twisted and dark side of human nature. I would like you to read it however the reader's discretion is advised. ]
~In a garden under a bright sun, a little girl was chasing a tiny white rabbit playfully. She kept running around a fountain to get closer to the rabbit. However, no matter how hard she ran, she failed to catch it. Realizing that her effort was for naught, she sat down on the grass with teary eyes. She was about to cry until then a taller boy came close to her and patted her head with a smile.~
Creed soon saw a river that was passing by. He was happy to see water running downstream. Encountering a river was a sign of hope. He was happy to see a river, however, Creed realized that now he was not alone there. He saw an unfamiliar figure standing beside the stony shore. Creed had no choice to hide. Several bells were ringing in his ears. A person standing alone beside an unknown river in an unknown forest was in no way normal. At least not inside Glitch.Creed got bombarded with several questions. The more he thought about how unlikely it was to find a person, the more his eyes shook inside their sockets. Creed minimized his presence to void. He blended behind the trees an
"Is something up there? Are you waiting for someone?" Creed waved his hand in front of him.This time, he went up a little closer to confirm whether he was alive or not. Much to his surprise, his heart was beating and his eyes were blinking too. Creed circled around him to check if something was
This time, Creed's trident vanished, and he summoned Atlas in his hands. He arched his back to the point where it started making crunchy noises and threw atlas at his neck. The throw was so fast it passed through his head with a velocity of a shooting star. Soon his head fell on the ground with blood gushing out like rain.
Creed went closer to him and started searching his clothes for any kind of identification laced on his body. He went through all of his bloody clothes. As compared to Creed's old and ragged attire, his clothes were all lavish and exquisite. Creed wanted to check if there was something he could find in his clothes to identify him.
Anna left his ear, which had already turned red. She started pondering over what Creed said with a frown. She looked at him, top to down, and realized that Creed was now almost her height now. His bones were much more sturdy than they were a year ago. Although a long scar stretched on the left side of his face, his facial features could be considered rather charming. His overly grown brown hair and black eyes were quite manly.