Chapitre 104: Speedrun
*yeah, shorter one now, motivation is kinda gone for writing (I'll try to find it for the time being, but yeah)... Peace out and Deus vult*
Reca was taken aback for a moment, but soon he broke out into a fit of laughter, shaking his head in a dramatic manner.
"Mark, it seems that you're not the type of character I expected. Your answers show that much, and yet you keep prying. By all means, ask away."
Mark nodded, taking a deep breath before speaking his mind, tracing his memories back to the silly message seen on a piece of paper about a memetic virus. The thing about it that rang the bells was the mention of bananas. Mixed with his knowledge of Reca's true nature, he drew a rational conclusion that followed the ideas of the game: new characters are part of the new plot. Thus, his hint was right there, broadly in the open.
"Well, do tell me, Mister Reca... just one question... is it the monkey that's behind this? I just need confirmation, and the rest is going to become a good movie, so make sure to watch."
Reca shook his head slightly, putting a hand to his forehead.
"Well, I certainly didn't expect one of the actors to catch on so soon to the plot, but it seems that you're far more attentive to foreshadowing than I thought," said Reca, keeping his calm demeanor all the way through.
"Indeed I have, Mister Reca. Now, please do answer my question, since it's my last impediment to this ordeal."
With a nod, Reca spoke calmly.
"That was supposed to be set aside for the final act, alas... yes, that is the answer to your question. No one likes a rushed ending, but perhaps it will do for an interesting plot twist packed with action."
Mark nodded, turning around to walk towards the exit. The way he moved, his poise, something just stirred Reca, gnawing at his memetic form from all sides. There was something strangely familiar about the man before him, almost like an image of the past coming by just to taunt him.
"Wait, Mark, there's something I need to know as well," said Reca, crossing his arms.
"And that is?" asked Mark as he looked over his shoulder.
Reca rubbed his chin slightly, eyeing him up and down before letting the question flow.
"Are you perhaps the Saviour of the Dream?"
Mark shrugged, finding that his lips curled up without his permission.
"I think they did call me that, even if some people didn't seem to think me the real deal thanks to my outfit being a complete revamp... or more like a return to my ways of old. Anyway, that's beside the point. I'll just go handle that idiotic monkey and see how things go."
With a frown, Mark spoke again.
"Just keep watch over it, if you can. I think that Memokeepers can find out information in multiple ways. In case it escapes, keep track of it. We have a specific ninja here who might be able to end it, memetic virus and all."
With that, Mark casually made his way out, sending the others a quick message about how the exam was, but he told them to be ready for stuff to happen. With that, he went ahead to the dean's office, all alone.
His gaze was dead set on the goal this time, cutting through the bullshit. No more waiting, no more needless dialogue, and no more walking around for no purpose. Everyone can have their fun once the villain is taken out, but until then, it was time to work.
With every muscle fiber in his body ready, Mark opened the door to the office, looking around at the attentively arranged interior. Bookshelves stacked to the ceiling gazed down upon them both like ancient beings witnessing those who came for their knowledge. One large portrait of an owl sat on the wall above the desk. It was Glaux, former head of the Nightingale Family in Penacony.
That was a figure of knowledge, the animal used in most representations of wisdom, but the one at the desk was a meager monkey with a pair of silly glasses.
"Well, what a surprise," it said calmly, looking at Mark intently. Despite the eyes hidden behind the one-sided glass, he could feel the quick analysis being run on him. "One of my dear students. Hmm, no appointment or a polite knock on the door... but I welcome you banantheless."
Mark stared blankly at it, crossing his arms. His sharp gaze stared right into the monkey's soul. The 'Profnana' fiddled with some things on the desk, dropping a piece of paper, which it did pick up rather quickly.
"Cut the crap, monkey," said Mark, his voice lacking any hint of enthusiasm. Sure, his head was hurting, but it didn't bother him much. That was nothing unusual or on a level that could actually threaten him. "I know what you are, so you better give it up now."
The dean stared at him, speaking calmly, but its tone was wavering ever so slightly.
"What exactly are you insinuating, my dear student? I'm afraid you have the wrong idea about whatever it is you're thinking."
Mark spent no time beating around the bush, summoning the Sword of Will by his side, the room glowing an ominous red.
"I said what I said," he spoke once more, his words emanating one emotion: hatred. "I won't ask again. Give up, stop your crap, and cough up where that monkey is, or else I will cut you down."
Profnana stared at the blade, a bit tense despite its usually cool demeanor. Beads of sweat rolled down its brow. With each second, the room itself seemed to be shrinking around them both.
"I see... that sword, you must be the Saviour of the Dream. I did take into account that you could possibly show up, and yet I expected that you wouldn't be in a state to do battle after your other fights. It seems to me that I was wrong..."
It stopped halfway through the sentence, as if nearly slipping up and revealing more.
"You meant to say something. Go on before I take the words out of you myself."
Mark brought the blade up, pointing it straight at his target, making sure that everything said by him was backed up by the blade.
"Do you not even care as to why Doctor Primitive is doing all that?"
Mark stared at it deadpan, his face expressionless.
"Do I look like I give a fuck? Cough it up before I beat you up... those words you wanted to add."
Silence, and with each beat of his heart, Mark's blade moved forward, followed by tiny, careful steps.
"Fine... you wish to hear the senseless mumbling I was about to say a few moments ago?"
Another breath spent in silence, and Mark was about to swing the blade, bringing it up in the air, right over his shoulder.
The entire wall shattered into thousands of fragments, birthing a cloud of dust as a large, machine-like fist flew at him, tossing him through the other side of the window.
"Next time you should take action first when the goal is right in front of you. Farewell..."
The Profnana dashed out through the broken wall, making a run for it.
From the rubble, Mark stood up, his right arm turned to mush from taking the brunt of the impact. He found himself outside the university, staring up to find a large mechanical amalgamation looking his way. It was...
"What the fucking giant monkey...? This must be some safety measure taken by that other damned monkey... a mix of those banana assistants. Dreamjolt Troupe turned giant mecha..."
Mark's arm morphed and shifted, rearranging itself into its usual form. With a sigh, he stared at the giant being, which was focused on him as it jumped high into the air, fists curled together above its head.
"Huh, so you want to do this kind of stuff?"
Mark's body sprung to life, energy flowing through his every crevice like water bursting forth through a dam. He wasn't about to waste more time and instantly grew out large pillars of ice, their tips sharpened. All of them dashed ahead, with Mark following behind, flames sending him skyward.
The large monstrosity was soon upon him, staring at the spikes before latching on to them with insane dexterity, moving down along their length before sending a large fist his way.
In the blink of an eye, the sky was all a sea of red, one large cloud of burning flames and determination.
Below, in the university, chaos had erupted with the apparition of the giant monkey mecha. Students scattered in every direction, with some staring at the sky, taking notice of the obvious battle going on.
"Is Mark again doing things without telling us everything?" asked March, pouting slightly as she looked up, watching the flames dissipate.
"He did warn us, so most probably he had a good lead and a chance to handle it," replied Stelle, while Dan Heng watched the sky clear up.
From behind the birth of hell, large chunks of ice the size of buildings peeked out, pieces of wire and steel enclosed in all of them. Mark stood alone on top of them, his sword holstered on his shoulder, the glowing red a single dot in the sky.
"What the...? Did he get himself in more trouble this time?" asked March, scratching the side of her head while trying to piece everything together from the little info she had.
"Just one way to find out," replied Dan Heng, watching the man himself slide their way on a path of ice, hands in his pocket.
Chapitre 105: Speculation
*finally back after a gazillion years. Life moved on, so did I, things go south, so do I. Whatever, we're here. I wrote a little something. It's shit, I know, but I just had to try and write something. Gotta try to kick back into gear. Maybe less uploads, but I will try to do better. Can't make many promises since university is a thing too. Still, I wanted to finish this bit of the story then see how I go forward. I know this chapter sucks, tho I had to finish things. So, here I am, again. Haven't died yet, so it's good. Peace out and Deus vult. Hope I can provide better down the line.*
Mark's gaze met that of the others, still like a lake veiled by the darkest night. Walking their way, he took a quick look at the broken wall and the people gathered outside. The faces of those who had doubted his identity were mortified, yet his focus knew its place.
"Found our culprit. The monkey professor we saw during the entry ceremony."
"I must admit... this performance went against my expectations. You rushed things, Mark. No one likes a rushed film."
Reca's voice snapped all eyes on him, his disapproval evident as he lazily ran a hand through his hair.
"What can I say? I don't deliver performances for bystanders," replied Mark, wiping the blood that spilled out his nose.
"Interesting," said Reca, looking right at him. "Well, I must admit that you did handle everything rather easily. That pile of scrap tells all one should know."
With a nod, Mark looked around, spotting the flashy figure running their way, her pink hair swaying with each movement. March barely had time to look her way before the verbal bombardment began.
"Ninja Shirushi, I applaud your prowess, yet Evil Ninja Osaru is still at large."
"Yes, yes, yes, he's out there. This monkey we've faced was nothing but an underling. I think you can discuss that with Mister Reca here," said Mark, nodding along every word that left his lips. The trio was still left in the dark, picking up what little details Mark had revealed.
"Evil Ninja Osaru..." mumbled March, rubbing her chin as she tried squinting the connection in her mind.
"We're still going on about evil ninjas and what not?" asked Stelle, baffled by it all.
Dan Heng remained silent, meeting Mark's gaze anew. With a sigh, he spoke again.
"Doctor Primitive. That's all I know about the figure. Turned people into monkeys for the sake of evolution or whatever. It's a messed-up perspective on some nonexistent problem."
Rappa's fist tensed, while Dan Heng took note of everything.
"So this evil ninja is just a monkey?" asked March, rubbing her temples.
"Yes and no. It's a monkey, but also one of the members of the Genius Society. The only lead on him was with this silly monkey that probably escaped during the chaos. Still, we have someone that's strangely tied to them."
With a flick of his wrist, he pointed to Reca, nodding towards Rappa before walking off. Glancing to the side, his head moved slightly in invitation to his comrades. Together, they walked away from the turmoil, taking a moment to speak in private.
"Once again, you somehow know what to do and got things sorted out quickly," mumbled March, her arms crossed as a cute, tiny pout appeared on her lips.
"What can I say? This was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. I think it's just setting us up for something greater down the road. Who knows?" he shrugged as a heavy sigh left his lips.
"Well, from ninjas to monkeys, it seems that we have it all. Seriously, Mark, I sometimes wonder if you're like Elio or something and love playing the hero," chuckled Stelle, dismissing her own words with a wave.
"Heh, you're kinda right on one thing there, but I won't say which one. For now, however, I think we should wait for this mess to calm down. We have Reca talking with Rappa over there, discussing whatever lead he's got. In the meantime, we should let Himeko and Welt know about what went on."
They listened along as Mark hummed a melody while writing a quick message for the others, briefly going over the events that transpired.
"Guys... why is a huge crowd coming this way?" asked March, staring at the students who, after having calmed down and taken everything in, were storming Mark's way.
"I guess they finally realized that Mark was no look-alike," said Dan Heng, betraying a hint of amusement.
Mark barely had time to process everything, looking from them to the crowd before being swarmed and drowned in a sea of questions, cheers, and laughter. Cameras went off as they kept taking photos with him, and contrary to expectations, he wasn't running away despite the subtle hints of irritation in his gaze.
"Who would have thought? I guess a part of him likes the attention," scoffed March, yet the smile on her lips shattered all illusions.
"Maybe he does, but he sure seems a little pissed there, right?" answered Stelle, watching the scene unfold.
Silence lingered for a bit, with Dan Heng deep in thought.
"Something wrong, Dan Heng?" asked March, leaning a bit closer to get a better look at him.
His eyes closed for a moment as his thoughts gathered.
"I've been thinking about Mark. There was one thing he said at some point, something we did discuss a little. He called himself an 'observer', yet... what exactly does that mean?"
Stelle's eyebrow perked up, her curiosity struck.
"We went over this before, and it didn't end well back then. I don't think we should doubt him again since he's been helping us all along."
"Indeed, but I can't help this feeling that something about him defies what we know. You compared him to Elio, Stelle, but Elio himself interfered with the events through his script."
March stared at him as if he had grown a second head, rattling her brain on all sides.
"Wait, what exactly are you getting at?"
He gulped, eyes narrowed slightly.
"An observer doesn't interfere, and yet here he is now, taking action whenever he has the chance, knowing things no normal person should... whatever Mark was before, it feels like he's witnessed things play out once."
Both Stelle and March were stunned into silence, the words heavy. Mark was unaware as the crowd still held his attention, the limits of his patience being pushed to the extreme.
"Are you suggesting that Mark is some type of time traveler or something?" asked March, wrinkles forming on her forehead.
"If not that, then some type of higher being," added Stelle, her own mind preoccupied with those ideas.
"I'm not sure what term would fit, but time traveler isn't it. His knowledge seems to run deep while also being limited. The nosebleeds are also strange, occurring whenever he sees specific things or discusses future events. Back in Belobog, he saw the IPC robot and was pushed to the brink of collapse. Now, here we are, having had our brush-ups with them."
"You know," whispered March, her voice a bit wary, "the more you speak about it like that, the more sense it makes, and it's... rather strange and creepy."
"Remember the photos in his phone?" asked Stelle, her voice hushed. "We ended up brushing the whole thing aside back then thanks to Mark's emotions being in turmoil, but... the game, the similarities... Star Rail..."
Bit by bit, the puzzle pieces fell together, pointing to an image no one was ready to accept.
"I don't think we should talk about this again. We barely managed to get over us intruding on his privacy once. He surely has his reasons, right?" whispered March, trying to brush all under the rug.
"It's not like forcing it will get us an answer. I just started thinking about it again, seeing how he just told Reca to talk with Rappa, almost like things must play out that way."
"I guess we've all had our doubts but kept them away ever since that happened. He's not a bad guy, but he's pretty secretive. Perhaps he'll open up sometime," added Stelle, shrugging before looking back to the now dispersing crowd. Mark made haste to their position, shaking his head ever so slightly.
"I sure need a good sleep," he mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Well, mister celebrity here sure has it rough," chuckled March, playing everything off as normal.
"Yeah, yeah, keep laughing. Everyone did a full 180 once they realized who I am. I might just say 'screw it' to this whole university thing and go get my million bottles of Soul Glad."
Dan Heng nodded, crossing his arms as he watched the group walk off.
"Perhaps you could do that. With the events that took place, I don't think anyone will be allowed in the area until things are repaired."
"Then I guess I know what I'm going to do. You guys coming or?"
"I think we'll stand by and meet up with Himeko and Mister Yang. Probably they finished their conference."
He looked at Stelle and nodded, shoving back the nagging feeling that something was off.
"If you say so. Seems fair. I'll make sure to drop by with my drinks, or who knows? Maybe I'll become some kind of rich guy here by selling the bottles then building an empire by exploiting the masses. Is that capitalism I hear? Just kidding." he rambled, laughing as he finished before waving and sliding away in style.
The three were left behind with the afterthoughts of his words, the incoherent mess of words a jumbled mess tossed around as a joke.
"For some type of know it all, he's too much of an idiot," said March, her tone deadpan.
Chapitre 106: Empire in the Making
*I'm not dead, new chappy here cuz I found time and will to write. Here we go with some new events as the game (irl one) progresses forward. For now, get ready for some shenanigans outside the main schedule :))
(and I also included some bit of info I was too stupid about cuz of my idiocy. I'll discuss a bit of reasoning now on things -the space anchors are canon, something I was unsure of before Amphoreus, cuz March had mentioned them before in a tiny sidequest or somewhere, but I, like the idiot I am, took it as non-canon. Next on the list is my observation -the Astral Express as a whole seems to linger around the location where the Trailblazer is, like I moved to Jarilo-VI and the view out the winow was with the planet, so I think there are some spots and ways for the whole Express to travel from A to B without using fuel *which would cover my previous blunder with Mark havin the Astral Express move back to the Xianzhou* so now I just hope that I covered enough bs I wound up screwing up along the way)
So, thanks for reading my rambling. Peace out and Deus vult. Enjoy*
Mark walked away from the entire situation, leaving it all to play out as it had been supposed to from the start. The aftermath would solve itself one way or another, so he just expected the ninja slang to stick in his absence. Thus, he focused on the one thing that made his brain spin: the one million bottles of Soul Glad.
'Well, truth be told, that's a lot to take in... that's one too many bottles for a guy like me, but what if...'
Dollar signs popped up in his eyes, rolling like the slots on a machine. It didn't take his brain long to fire every neuron possible and reach the obvious conclusion that money could be made. Sure, he had more than enough from Herta's payments—all thanks to his work as a guinea pig—but a little extra never hurt.
'Well, I do have plenty to think about. In the end, my identity became widely known, and I only have myself to blame for being greedy for that one sword back on the Luofu... and for showing off now as this supposed hero who saved the dream... after kinda fucking everything up myself.'
He took a deep breath as he walked along the streets, moving from one place to another. The game was limited in details, but with his new reality being the whole world, experiencing the place was a tad overwhelming. The lights were rather bright, yet one's eyes would get accustomed to them after a while—same as him.
Crowds of people roamed the place, each one enjoying the dream to their heart's delight. Mark couldn't help but glance at everyone, taking in as many faces as one could. It had been a while since he just roamed alone to do whatever he felt like. He knew where to go—Aideen Park, where he had won the prize to begin with.
The events felt like yesterday, with Firefly and Stelle being by his side as they roamed the place, having their own fun until Sparkle decided to step in.
'Now that I think about it... did I even spend some time thinking about the things that had happened? I sure don't think so. Black Swan, who might be watching me as I go, and Acheron...'
The memories clashed with his mind, bringing about a sense of frustration and emptiness words couldn't explain. She had left, thinking him unable to hear what she said.
'Heh... I felt it too, Acheron... there was a tie there, perhaps something that would transcend Nihility, alas... who am I to know? Perhaps it was the same darkness that we found ourselves in, sharing the same shadow as our tie. It came fast—that much I recall, but I can't say much else.'
With a sigh, his palms made their way inside his pockets, lingering in the familiar cloth he'd worn so many times.
'I'm feeling a bit too nostalgic, aren't I? I guess it's one of those moments...'
With an unsure grip, his fingers curled around the phone, yet he put no effort into sliding it out. There was no use in doing so... or so he thought.
'Damned be my mind, best blessing and biggest curse. I know I didn't get Acheron's contact info, and yet Stelle must have it.'
He finally took the phone out, mentally berating himself for the moment of weakness, but he just wished to at least know if she was fine, wherever in the universe she found herself. His fingers moved with practiced ease, quickly writing the message at once, sending his request for the number without much reasoning.
On the other end, Stelle heard the phone ping, all while the group had met up and finished discussing.
"Oh, it's Mark," she said calmly, quietly reading the message. She blinked slowly, giving March and Dan Heng a window to look over her shoulders and straight into the screen.
"Acheron's contact information? Why would he..." mumbled March, the memories coming back. She gasped, covering her mouth as she noticed Himeko looking at them. She could feel something in her gaze, subtle but as intense as the uncomfortable feeling that she felt when Mark had gone berserk in the past.
Dan Heng was quiet in his spot, simply putting his palm over his face while shaking his head. Welt fixed his glasses, having heard March's mumbling as well.
"Do you think that he wants to perhaps recruit her?" he asked, thinking back on their combined might.
"I sure have no clue," lied Stelle, chuckling nervously. She did send the information, sharing it quickly.
All the while, Himeko didn't say a thing. Instead, she took a few breaths in and out, letting go of the tension that had built up in her shoulders.
"Mark is old enough to know what he's doing. He told us that he wasn't fooling around the first time we confronted him about it. I trust him," she said softly, but the subtle hints of longing were budding in her heart.
'Why do emotions have to be so complex?' she thought, but the matter would have to wait.
Mark got the reply, concise as it was. His fingers hovered along the screen, tapping quickly left and right until he had the contact saved. With a few shuddering breaths, he typed away. Unsure of what to say, he stuck to the basics, just writing a quick few lines.
'This should be fine. "Acheron? It's Mark. I got out of that thing. Hope you're fine." and that's all.'
He stared at the phone for a while, standing still in the middle of the street, totally oblivious to the laughter and lively atmosphere around. Seeing no answer appear, he just put the phone back.
"Still clinging to the past?" asked a familiar voice, followed by the touch of soft, velvety gloves on his neck.
"Of course you'd be following me around while invisible, right, Black Swan?" he sighed, calmly moving her hand away. She laughed softly, the sound music to anyone's ears—except his in that moment.
"Someone has to be around you, lest you do something stupid."
She turned him around, holding his gaze with the same intensity unique to hers, as if hoping to break whatever shell held his mind away from prying eyes.
"You're clinging to her, Mark, and it's not good for you. I'm sure you know, but sometimes you need to hear your thoughts out loud. I know that the two of you had a special bond, one whose nature I'm unsure of, but there was something there."
Mark pursed his lips, staring right into her eyes without fear, but the emotions inside his heart did rage on.
"What can I say? She and I were alike in a way, I guess. Both of us were shrouded in the same shadow... both of us left a lot behind, finding ourselves in places anew... I just... want to know she's fine; you get me?"
He shook his head, trying to keep himself together. The wound had closed, even if the sting remained. It wasn't so bad, just a reminder of what had been.
"She's losing her humanity, and... at this point I think I'm doing the same. Still, I got more left than she does. Her memories... when we meet, she might not even remember having met me before. Alas, I have to accept it..."
Black Swan took his hand in hers, softly running her thumb over his knuckles.
"I understand, Mark. You had to let go of something without having a word to say in the matter. As for her remembering you... I can't disagree, even if I wish to. In spite of that, however," she said softly, squeezing his hand gently, "you DO remember her... and if you do care about her, you remembering her is enough."
He found it within himself to smile softly, closing his eyes for a moment, enough time for his heart to settle.
"You're right, I guess. It hurts, sure, but it's better than both of us forgetting. Bonds can be formed, and as far as I know, she should have some semblance of her memories intact. I'm not sure of the full extent, but part of her is there, a figment of the past kept intact."
Thinking on his interaction with Black Swan a while back, he found himself smiling more and more.
"I'll give you some other memory of mine at some point, alright? For now tho, I have some work to handle."
She let go, winking at him.
"Just call my name if you need help, Mark. I'm keeping watch over you."
With that, she simply made herself unseen right before his eyes. Once again, he shook his head, grinning from ear to ear. With emotions still lingering, he found his heart to be at least a tad lighter.
'No emotion dies out that quickly, but... it does help to talk about it. Sure, it won't solve all at once, but at least for someone like me, it gives me some strength to keep moving.'
His steps guided him forward, focusing on the tiny idea that came to his mind—tiny being an understatement.
"Guess I gotta claim my prize, right?" he mumbled, walking to the person in charge of the game.
The man looked his way, staring for a few seconds until he realized. With a few quick moves, he shook Mark's hand, nodding along.
"This way, sir. I assume you came over to pick up your prize. We've been waiting for a long while now, but it's all safe and sound, just for you."
Mark simply followed him inside a building, signing a few papers to make sure that he did pick up the prize and ensure no issues with the law. Thus, Mark left with a signed document and a copy for his own keeping. At his order, the bottles were to be granted in whatever quantity he needed them.
"Welp... that was easy," he chuckled, folding the pieces of paper before stuffing them in his pocket.
"Now to the next part of business, right? I should ask someone about the laws and what not, cuz I might need a permit for this, and I'm not even sure I could sell those with how I got them."
He fell in thought, moving from one scenario to another.
'I don't wanna ask no IPC fuckers for help, even if they're sure to know everything about this. Robin... maybe I could ask her about a few things, since she's more capable than she seems... or Sunday, but I do wonder if he actually got off the hook completely...'
His head stung as he kept thinking of Sunday, so he stopped before more blood would drip down his face. With a flick of his wrist, he wiped the red liquid clean, turning his mind to the only viable option he saw: Robin.
Spring in his step, he started walking around like he knew where to find her, but only then did it hit him that Robin's usual whereabouts were pretty much out his hand.
'Wait... it's still pretty close to the past events, the profnana shenanigans... maybe she's still in that side of the dreamscape, but... how do I go there this time?'
Two options came to his mind, both of them shooting him fast like bullets. One of them was the obvious way which was just him stabbing himself to achieve a second death. The other, however, was a method that had escaped his grasp for multiple reasons. His mind did punch itself when he thought of it, hurting so much he had to grit his teeth to keep balance, but it was there: teleporting with a space anchor.
'I feel kinda dumb for forgetting about those things, but I think they did work... I was just too stuck in my head to look for them or anything. I think I'm enough on the Path of Trailblaze to use it, right? How do I even do it? Do I just close my eyes and start thinking... wait, before that.'
He looked to the side, speaking out.
"Black Swan, I'm kinda going on a little trip. I'll be back here in no time, so just wait for me on the Radiant Feldspar, that one giant ship we probably own as the Trailblazers, if I'm not wrong."
With that, he closed his eyes and began thinking about teleporting to that specific point, imagining the anchor itself, focusing on it. His mind drew up a mental image of every spot on every planet they had visited. With a little mental sport, he managed to access the desired one and found himself on the darker side of the dream, the spot that had kept everyone terrified at first.
"Great. Now, on I go to try and find Robin. If she's not here, my work might double, so I better hurry."
Breaking in his usual fancy manner of traveling, Mark's ice pathways took to the skies, the red flames formed in his palms propelling him with ease.
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