NABC Chapter 74: RP What?
Chapter 74: RP What?
Ty awakened as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the crumbling walls, bathing the room in a warm, golden hue.
Beside him, Nana was cocooned in a small robe, her form clinging to his arm in search of warmth. Across the room, Todd was already rising, methodically preparing his garments for the day's endeavors.
"It's about time we get a move on, don't you think?" Todd suggested, his tone imbued with a subtle urgency.
With a slight nod, Ty acknowledged Todd's statement. He nudged Nana gently, who was unwittingly using his arm as a pillow, her drooling a warm, damp spot against his skin.
"I am not anyone's pillow," he declared with mild amusement.
As he stood and stretched, his movements roused Nana, who tumbled off his arm onto the cold ground, waking with a start.
Gathering their belongings, Ty's hand brushed against the curious object in his pocket. It was the small artifact given to him by the Demon King, now emitting a soft glow, the light within it dancing and shimmering with a myriad of colors.
Ty spoke into the silence, his voice firm yet tinged with wonder.
"There is so much that none of us understand yet. I hope to unravel these mysteries, and perhaps, in time, we'll all find what we're seeking."
With a sense of resolve, he tucked the crystal back into his pocket.
Nana, basking in the newfound sunlight, adjusted her attire and responded with equal firmness.
"We can only hope so. But for now, we must take things one step at a time, I suppose."
"That's true," Todd chimed in, his tone laced with a hint of strategy. "But that doesn't mean we must always lag behind. Sometimes, to catch up, one needs to leap over a few steps."
"Sorry, little human," Todd began, his words calm and collected, "I'm not sure what you're implying, but I'm not one of—"
His explanation was cut short as the man lunged again, attempting a piercing thrust. Todd, with his vivid green feet, glided aside, the movement as fluid as the water from the man's blade.
The attacker stumbled forward, and with a light touch, Todd forced the sword's tip into the earth, pinning it there and leaving the man struggling to free it.
Ty looked around, noticing more people out fighting the creatures that had begun to surface with skeleton parts held together by a weird jel.
There eyes seemed lifeless and without purpose as they thoughtlessly swung at the men and women attempting to fight them.
Ty as his thoughts flooded in couldn't help but think this felt familiar to something he'd seen in the past.
Suddenly a memory jolted within him back when he first met the Demon Lord and Elithira
"The Demon King takes a lot of inspiration from events on earth when creating and developing worlds."
The moment hits him like a brick wall as he states out loud this is like a training ground for people to get stronger but with real stakes, as he observed a man clad in plain armor having a sword thrusted through his armor before his blood began to slowly spill out on the floor.
Elithira wasn't kidding when he took some of the media from the earth realm to heart. I wonder where he finds time to even watch anything with how often he is stuck judging souls.
As his train of thought is interrupted as Todd bumps into him, as three more men began to attempt to attack Todd, proclaimed him to be too strong for one fighter.
Ty, putting a hand over his face, states, I guess it can't be helped. As he begins to form fire around his fist. Let's try to knock some sense into them but not kill anyone we don't have to.
Nana, that means no head popping.