The calming atmosphere on the night has provided Red Alert ample time to think of his next venture. No big client has ever needed anything, at least, not now. No man to hunt, no prey to seek. His coffers are running low and thus needed to do work else he won't survive. His week was filled with mundane tasks from different clients just to get by his daily expenses. Tonight will be the night he rests.
Laying on his bed, he browsed through his iLac to occupy his mind. He finally finds himself tired and tucks himself in.
A voice out of nowhere woke him awake before he could finally sleep. Scanning his surroundings, he thought it might have been his neighbors making a sound next door. Affirming that there are no foul pranks at work, he let his mind drift off to sleep once more.
A maniacal laughter echoes around him. He opens his eyes to find himself standing in front of what seems to be ruins of some sort. Corpses lay everywhere - bloodied, defiled husks killed in some grotesque manner. Some corpses were charred, and some were dried up. There was fire everywhere, and a few buildings started to collapse. He examines his surroundings and tried to recall where he is. None. He examined the corpses and found them all too familiar. As he stared down his reflection on the blood soaked puddle, he looked... different. He was wearing what the corpses were wearing, with difference in him being very much alive.
Laughter could be heard once more. He quickly faced towards the direction of the sound, finding no one there. He walked towards edge of the woods to find that there is no one here. He took another glance at the ruins. A wave of sadness overtook him for a moment for whatever reason. He isn't usually one to feel remorse.
Suddenly, brief flashes of memories raced through his mind. It felt painful.
A horrible monster has been unleashed, and spells of unbridled power burst forth from the floor. Chaotic monsters mauling the men and women of the order. People evacuated who ended up dying by the hands of a heretic. It was utter chaos within the place. One by one, people lay dead by the evil machinations of the heretics. He eventually stopped having flashes of memories and felt the sharp pain on his head writhe away.
"Weary traveler...or should I say... weary warrior?"
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