Artwork by warnakomiks
Owned and Edited by Regis Floats/ Agent Facultas
One year later...
I stood before a large gate with chains and a boulder-sized lock in the snow. The Info Broker, Dark, told me that The Enforcement Army did this to prevent more people from dying in the labyrinth that lies inside. There were many signs, but it all meant nothing to me.
I spent a few months with my only Chosen Métier State and modified the harness I escaped with. I replaced all the padding with pockets to hold all my things in. The hole where the cable to Miro's device is where one of my arms can come out. Dark also got someone to make a helmet for me, and I got them to make it look a bit like a Wreakborne. It has a lot of cool stuff to help on my quest.
I am a fugitive of the organization I desperately tried to get into. It would be one thing if I were an average soldier trainee, but I had been part of the Elite Forces Program. I might not know a lot, but it is enough. I spent the first month in hiding and very depressed. Then I thought of something that might put me in the good graces of the army. I planned to find all The Omniscient Hosts because legends spoke that if all of them are together, one will obtain knowledge of everything and the power to exploit it. With all of them, I can wipe out all the Wreakborne. I'll be a true hero, forgiven, and seen as a savior. And the first step is this gate.
I placed my helmet on and walked forward.
I brought out my right arm to show the fruit of my training without the army's rules, discipline, or judgment. I created a glob of light from my hand and crushed it. The light imbued my arm with its power and turned it into pure, conceptual force. I ran at full speed.
Pagani: "THE! STRAIGHT! OOOOONE!"
I punched the lock with my conceptual fist and blew it apart. The gate was now open, and my new story began.
To Be Continued After Project Xenomnitrix's Conclusion
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