Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Tyson trudged through the terrain of the mountain. He was not interested in Chi or Fae regardless of their reaction to him as Chi reminded him of nothing more then a wild rabbit among a pack of wolves. As the scent of blood filled his nostrils through the black demonic mask on his face he could still hear the wild screams of lives being severed from all over. The early hours in the garden were like listening to a horror film on repeat.
"DIE!" A voice screamed out at him from behind as someone tried to sneak attack him while wielding a knife in their hand.
Sensing their movements before they had even jumped out from their hiding spot Tyson never bothered to turn his head to alert them of the fact he knew they were there. As their body moved straight for him the dual sided sword in Tyson's right hand spun around. Slicing the person's head clean from the shoulders it was once attached to blood splattered the earth below. There was no time for the person to react because before they could even blink their life had been cut short. A headless body collapsed to the ground with a loud thud.
"Decrepit." Tyson scoffed at the man who'd just fallen to his blade. It was not that he despised the man but simply that small game was no longer worthy in his eyes to try and fight him. After ten rounds in Numen's Garden he had long since adapted to keeping himself alive at all costs. When weaker players tried to attack him it felt like a cruel joke. He did not enjoy taking lives but he'd never be willing to forfeit his own to the hand of someone not capable enough to take it by force.
In truth, the ones that Tyson cut down were almost always those who attacked first or those he caught hunting the weak. That did not mean that his hands were clean, however, over the years Tyson's kill mark was among hundreds. Every year when two thousand lives were brought and he was forced to fight he could not keep track of the bodies that fell at his feet. After ten years he'd lost count long ago to how many he'd put down.
As he trudged along he could see the edge of the realm they were in up ahead. When you got close enough to the edge of the mountains where Numen's Garden came to a stop you could see in the air what looked like rainbow lights warping throughout the air to create a barrier to stop others from leaving or coming in. It was beautiful but at the same time knowing it was what imprisoned them upon this realm owned by Numen made it a beautiful irony that could only for a sarcastic smile upon his face. There was no way to see the smile through his mask but it was there, like the haunting ghost of his once innocent soul.
Walking up to a clean stream of cold water he knelt down to it. There was no sense of another close by so he carefully sat his sword down by his side. His hand reaching up to slowly remove the mask from his face. As he pulled the mask away his face became visible, his golden eyes wore a display of anguish that he felt in his heart for being in this place once again. Just as the spectator had warned Numen before the repeat visits to the Garden were slowly ripping him apart from the inside out. If it was not for the fact that he hid himself behind his mask during the event he was certain his mind would have been lost years ago because retaining his sanity was becoming hard for him.
Drinking from the cold stream he could feel the water as it slid down his throat to soothe his stomach. It would not be long before hunger would over take him if he did not find a source of food soon. Considering his options he felt it was best to find a place to rest for now and find food. If he did not find a place before nightfall that he could secure himself he was certain to attract more risks to himself.
It would not take Tyson long to find a place to rest in his area since he had become accustomed to the land over the years. Over the years the Garden had become something familiar to him in different areas. There was still many places he knew nothing about when it came to this place, but he knew enough to get himself by well enough compared to the others who had never been to it before. When it came to food there were plenty of wild animals running about the mountain range that he could catch and carefully cook over a small fire.
To keep the smoke from the fire to a minimum he kept the fire small, just large enough to roast a small rat he had caught, and burned it within the small cave while there was still light outside. He decided to use the cave to rest inside for a while. Resting at the back of the cave where there was no chance at having someone sneak up on him from behind so that he could keep his eyes on the entrance as he ate the roasted rat meat. It was not something pleasant to eat but in the midst of the mountains where he would be for the coming days until there were only ten survivors left it could be seen as a delicacy because if you're caught with food or let alone caught alive by another it could mean your life becomes forfeit to their hands.
A sudden scream from somewhere nearby caused his eyes to turn in the direction.
"Little rabbit?" Tyson asked himself out loud. The sound of the voice seemed familiar to him as he recalled the face of the boy who had yelled at him earlier. Contemplating taking a look at Chi's situation his actions wavered for a moment. If he got involved with those two it would mean putting himself at risk for someone else. During his very first visit to Numen's Garden he had learn well the pain of getting close to someone in the Garden. He was not certain if he had it in him to deal with that kind of situation again.
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