Death Guns In Another World

Nyx was floating in the air. She looked at Alexʼs soul vanishing, returning to the real world.

ʼʼThank you, Alexander.ʼʼ She mumbled. She smiled; her smile was blossoming like a brilliant flower in bloom. Unfortunately, Alex was not present to see this.

ʼʼIʼm back, and this time, you will not get what you want.ʼʼ She added, looking somewhere; her ice-blue eyes pierced through the void and arrived in a dark space; a man was sitting on a dark purple stone; he was chained against the throne-like Nyx, at the moment most of the chains were broken. This man, whose blurred features, seemed to have heard Nyxʼs words, and he smiled.

ʼʼWe will see.ʼʼ his lips moved, and he seemed to have said those words.

Back in reality, Alex gasped; his face was pale, and his back was drenched in sweat; the pain he felt in Nyxʼs world appeared to be real. His skin was red as a burning metal.

Silveria appeared and put her hands behind his back, sending strands of sliver energy inside his body to alleviate his sufferings. It seemed to be working as Alexʼs face regained some colors.

ʼʼThank you, master. Iʼll always be grateful for what you have done, master.ʼʼ She said, but Alex was not in a position to talk; he could only nod his head.

Suddenly, Nyx appeared; the world seemed to have lost its luster as the death goddess appeared, this time for good.