It felt as if he was wandering this field for hours on end, alone in the thick smog that was engulfing him no matter which direction he took. His own mind was clouded by denial of his own nature. What he used to be fighting what he is now, resulting in a constant stalemate. That is who Ego is.
But he wouldn't know. He couldn't see what future has reserved for him, and he couldn't see who he is meant to be. A Scientist? A Mercenary? A symbol of apathy? The victim of all of his actions. The smog eventually cleared, letting him see what was ahead. War raged in his world. Faceless figures tearing one another to pieces, led by two silhouettes towering over the land. A blue giant whose' smile has long vanished, crying as its territory slowly turned into a hellish landscape. Corrupted by the thing on the other end, whose appearance evolved the more it progressed. A raging fiend hellbent on eradicating everything it did not already own, then tear itself apart.
There was a small Temple between the shifting territory. Neither blue or red; neither evil or good; neither alive or dead. A symbol of apathy in a world where it did not belong. The constant thumping of drums beckoned Ego to approach as the faceless figures fought around him, tearing eachother apart desperately to advance. With a hand on his revolver and another ready to unsheathe his knife he pushed on cautiously. His heart was beating rhythmically with the thumping noises echoing across the landscape...
...and then they stopped. His heartbeat became rapid. The faceless figures had stopped mauling one another. Hundreds of them as if stuck in time, all turning heads at the one being who stood out. Neither blue or red; neither evil or good; neither alive or dead: Ego. They twitched, screamed with mouths they did not have; stared with eyes that did not exist; moving with the will of someone who created them to serve.
His breath was muffled in by the helmet he still wore. A sense of claustrophobia was building up as the silhouettes approached, and as one of them had raised their sword he snapped. A bullet pierced its faceless head leaving a wide hole through which he could see the other hundred figures running towards him. He did not have the ability to take on all of them, so he ran away. He ran towards the Temple as if nothing else mattered. He couldn't see because of the moisture building up on his visor. He couldn't hear because of his own heavy breathing.
Hundreds of thousands behind him. He could not stop running. He didn't want to stop running.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
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