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Dark clouds rolled in, filling the expansive sky with fluffy darkness.
Lightning struck nearby, the thunder shaking the earth in a loud rumble.
People, in simple clothing with simple appearances.
These quaint humans that wandered the dirt road through the small village looked startled before rushing inside nearby equally quaint buildings while they were still dry.
More lightning with corresponding thunder struck in the same area.
Ten strikes total nearby— one for each newcomer to this universe.
That’s right— universe.
Were these strange beings summoned by the Dark? Or the Light?
Rain started pouring down, drenching anyone outside within seconds.
From dry to suddenly wet, head to toe. Would that bother a lizard?
From a more vibrant landscape to something more dull— like sepia tones overtook the senses, with green being the odd color out as grass was splashed haphazardly across the stamped down dirt.
A thunderous tingling may have shot through Zee-Oh’s body from one blink to the next.
That one blink doing whatever he had been doing to now— drenched in the rain and—
“Demon!” Shouted a human man, who had pointed at Zee-Oh. Seemed he had seen the lightning that struck, leaving the lizard man in its place.
The man was suddenly moved to tears as fear wracked his body, nabbing up his young daughter as they rushed inside.
Another person nearby heard the shout and looked over, his body already tense.
Upon beholding Zee-Oh, the man, seemingly dressed in some form of primitive uniform, took his sword that was strapped at his hip, hands trembling all the while.
“V-vile demon! G-go away! Our Light can o-obliterate you with a snap of her fingers. L-leave us in peace! Your Lord already had his way with the rest of the world!
Nine more lightning strikes.
Boom!
A jolt aimilar to a grenade launcher mislaunching shook Min-Su.
An explosion occurred, throwing up dirt, pebbles, and throwing water every which way, but was it from firearms?
Tall structures no longer surrounded Min-Su. Instead, tiny almost medieval buildings took their place. A public well stood beside her, the bricks overtaken with moss.
One second the sky was bright, but the next was dark she could hear more thunder strikes nearby. Eight, to be precise.
The people in the area wore simple fabrics, nothing glowing and bright. Taking a look around would show they wouldn’t have the technology to even have a machine weave their textiles. No, everything was handmade here.
People suddenly started rushing away from a specific point as the shout “Demon!” could be heard nearby. The people were running away from that shout, ducking inside buildings or splashing through quickly-filling puddles as they just ran for their lives.
Another reality shift, another day.
But— would this shift have felt like all the others to Yeong-su? Was this because of his own ability? Perhaps it felt more forced.
Wherever he was prior to this moment, whether that was his own “reality” or somewhere else, he was no longer there in the blink of an eye.
Rain poured from the darkened sky, drenching foliage and people. Puddles quickly formed and streams generated by too much water started trickling downhills.
This was a world where humans weren’t the thrivers. No, instead they were survivors. The buildings in this small village, quaint and built for easy repair. Nothing looked terribly permanent.
Medieval might be a good descriptor for this small village with the thatched roofs.
Shouts were heard and people were running away from a singular point. No one seemed to pay much mind to Yeong-Su, despite appearing in the blink of an eye after lightning gave way to his shape.
No, instead they were thinking of their own survival.
Seven strikes of lightning with their thunderous booms sounded off, too quick to be a normal storm.
One moment, a blanket of snow had coated the world. In the next, the air had a bite of summer on the horizon and there was no snow.
Trees replaced houses and people replaced birds.
Honestly, there might not be too much difference besides the weird shift in weather and location. Maybe, anyway.
Was he still in his own world?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
It was only a second before the rain drenched all who were outside. A cold, spring rain.
The storm called forth six more lightning strikes in quick succession.
People were suddenly running and screaming. One person noticed Aethelweard and his cats. The woman stumbled for a moment, hesitating briefly before deciding the attire truly wasn’t weird.
She ran up to him, pleading, “Oh! Please traveler! There’s a demon!” She pointed in the direction people ran from, possibly mistaking Aethelweard for a Hero.
She didn’t stay long to say much more or beg further as she ducked into a nearby building.
The earth shook. Colored autumn leaves disappeared, as did the building Circe was nearby.
The cold storm made way to a … slightly warmer storm. Small, thatch-roofed roof buildings dotted the area with dirt— sorry muddy ground marking the village.
A child had been running from something else frantically, and almost ran right into Circe.
Their legs couldn’t correct their course of action and the child fell. They quickly scooted to get a better look as they were panting, “Kid! You gotta run! There’s a d—“
Four lightning strikes lit up the sky.
The child then noticed her horns and wings. His face paled and he started pushing back on his hands and legs, screaming. “Don’t eat me! Daddy!!!!”
Humidity and trees surrounded the Dryad one moment, and the next, she found herself being soaked by something other than humidity. The familiar forest trees no longer stood in her view, replaced by small buildings.
Unwilling blooms flourished under her feet, despite the dark storm thundering around her.
Humans were running which way and that, some shouting about demons, others just panicking. Others brandished weapons going in the direction the others ran from.
A wayward toddler had been sitting on the muddy ground next to where Ryeri appeared, cooing and laughing at the rain that drenched them, playing with the new flowers that were blooming at Ryeri’s feet. Seemed the toddler was not aware of the panic surrounding them.
Three lightning strikes nearby nearly drowned out the panicked mothers voice as she called for the toddler.
In a flash, Fenrir was somewhere else.
Stormy, which wasn’t any different than where he just was, except the rain was maybe a little warmer. The autumn leaves were gone, replaced with quaint, medieval looking buildings and bright green foliage of bushes within the little village.
Muddy footprints stamped into the ground were chaotic.
A squishy thud could be heard nearby, a young boy yelling for his “Daddy.”
Two lightning strikes landed nearby, lighting up the darkened area, revealing a familiar figure nearby with her tiny horns and wings.
Someone had been running towards Fenrir with a man, panic in their eyes, hands reaching out as if they were going to snatch him up to rescue him from the demonic teenager that was in eyesight.
When she got closer, she spotted the yellow eyes and mottled skin and shrieked. “They’re everywhere! The demons!”
The man with that person looked towards the girl (Circe) and the downed boy nearby and put on a frightened, brave face and ran towards them, something in his hands.
It was in one place one moment, in another the next.
The expansive being called Yugen would find themselves getting drenched by a storm.
Dark clouds rolled overhead, darkening the atmosphere.
One lightning struck nearby, lighting up the darkened sky once more.
Who knew what time of day it was? It may be difficult to deduce with how dark the storm made the land.
Humans were running in several directions, shouting, shrieking. Running from something.
Hastened, yet slow footsteps sloshed in mud behind Yugen. A wrinkled hand reached out to touch their arm as a creaky voice spoke concern, “Us old folk must stick together! We must flee—”
The elderly woman went to wrap their arm in Yugen’s.
Was this due to Keith’s imagination?
Or was it not him?
He’d find himself in a medieval village that looks like it would be on the far outskirts of the large stone cities. One with tiny farm plots. The houses had thatched roofs.
And it was storming. Humans were running from a few different directions, paying him almost no mind.
One person about his age ran past him, bumping his shoulder in his haste.
People shouted about demons and something about the Light purging darkness.
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