Bab 47: niiii!!!
After the unsettling encounter Alex and Echo had with "The Creator", a lingering sense of fear clung to them in his presence. The indescribable dread they felt was enough to paralyze anyone, yet somehow, against all odds, they managed to endure. The mere thought of standing before their creator sent shivers down their spines – a fear that all comprehension. It was as if the weight of their existence was magnified in his presence, a power that could easily snuff them out, despite their immortality.
"He's messing with us," Alex grumbled, his frustration evident as his words echoed through the tense air.
"He's a f*ckng c*nt," Echo added, his voice a mix of caution and annoyance.
"Chill out. You do realize he can hear us, right?" Echo's reminder carried a hint of urgency.
Though the creator's intentions remained enigmatic, there was a peculiar restraint in his actions. Their survival seemed like a testament to his self-imposed limitations, although he doesn't have a limit to his power. It was a chilling reminder of the control he wielded over their very existence.
"He could have obliterated us if he wanted. But he didn't," Alex mused, the gravity of their situation sinking in.
"Exactly. Our immortality means nothing if he decides to conceptually erase us from existence itself," Echo replied, his tone heavy with the weight of that realization.
"Yeah, you're right. Sorry," Alex's apology hung in the air, acknowledging the necessity of caution.
Amidst the uncertainty, Echo's mind wandered into a different realm of curiosity. A glint of intrigue lit up his eyes as he voiced his musings, "I've often wondered who would emerge victorious if you and I were to engage in combat. After all, I aman extension of you."
A wry smile played on Alex's lips as he responded, "It's a fascinating thought. Since i created you, it's only logical that our confrontation would be a clash of equals – a duel of wit, intelligence, and accumulated experiences."
Echo's contemplative expression shifted into determination. "Perhaps we should engage in a sparring session, a training of our capabilities. Time has a way of dulling even the sharpest of skills."
"You're right," Alex agreed. "Our prolonged existence has led to complacency. We can't afford to ignore the rust that accumulates. Our survival hinges on our adaptability and prowess."
As they exchanged these thoughts, an unspoken bond of unity, even though they were technically the same person. It grew stronger between them. There was an underlying understanding that they were more than mere pawns in the creator's game.
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