Chapter 474: A fever dream
Kellen stood in front of the thing that had caused all of these problems and felt an insurmountable swell of rage inside of his chest.
He tightened his grip he had on the straps of his backpack, where it dug into his shoulders and felt like he was going to start shaking with how violent his emotions were. He didn’t blame anyone. He’d had no one to blame for the unfair situation his family found themselves in.
Not until he saw it in person.
He’d never felt such violence towards something that didn’t have a body.
He couldn’t even fight the thing that was making his gut churn with emotion. He couldn’t even throw a punch, or throw violent words towards it because it was a gate. It wouldn’t understand. Kellen wondered how many other people had stood before gates like he was currently, that sick, all consuming rage in his gut as something so unfair and cruel was committed against his family.
He stared up, trying to make sure he didn’t fog up his mask as he stared up at the sick, pulsing purple colour that made up the gate. It was massive, having only grown bigger since the last explosion. The area, which had been an old world tower of some kind, had been completely swallowed up by the gate.
It wasn’t normal. There was no way this gate could be normal.
The area around that gate had been so severely altered since he’d last seen photos it didn’t feel real. The gate was pouring out into their world, and honestly, it was only a matter of time till it exploded for real. Kellen could feel it, and he hated that reality.
The thick, green, vines clung to crumbling cement, and Kellen could see how certain areas of the new area were cordoned off for safety reasons. Almost everyone who moved around this area had rope tied around their waist, in case the worst case scenario happened again.
They were their suits, big, giant flood lights illuminating the space as they shuffled around. Kellen didn’t ask why they were working. They were probably filled with guilt, unable to stop working. Several Espers stood nearby, acting as guards. Stern, serious expressions that only hardened when they laid eyes on Kellen.
They all knew why he was here.
The gate was giant. A pulsing, acidic purple bruise tainting the dark night sky. Kellen hated the sight of it. Puddles, almost small ponds of a similar, pinkish-purple liquid, damaged more of the area around them.