Chapter 46: Thoughts
A lone being covered in nothing but a feathered cloak walked along an endless chain that seemed as if it had been made out of ancient metal by hundreds of millions of tiny smiths over decades, the beings eyes were brightly burning in a violet flame as the being was walking ahead with a slight stump.
The being was covered in a crust of black, underneath one could see some light armor and clothes that seemed to have been black once at some point long ago, added to that the relatively small being wielded a weird, crystal glove that looked chipped and old but was still radiating a feeling of pure mana.
It had nothing against his waist, it seemed as if something had been ripped off as it also didn't have a belt but the coat that it wore had a pattern resembling one.
The hair of the creature which was somehow still relatively clean in comparison to his other body parts was hanging down in strands, reaching almost all the way down to his shoulders.
Its face was horrid, it seemed lost, with dark, sunken eyes that seemed to signify just how much he it had lost and just how much pain it had to bear for a long time.
Everyone that would've seen it would've realized that it was weird, it was thinking, not acting, just walking and simply thinking, in a mindless rhythmic pattern that was quite soothing to the ears of anyone that would've theoretically listened to it.
Cades had been thinking about what to do exactly for a few hours now, he had stood still in place for an around entire hour before he had finally began moving again, but here he was, engrossed in his thoughts while the entire world turned into a stream of black nothingness.
And yet the light coming from underneath never changed its position, so much so that he wasn't certain how much time had truly passed, maybe it had only been minutes, but he did not think that, instead the sun was probably either incredibly slow or stationary.
All this caused the flying islands to be dark at their tops and full of light underneath, quite a creepy feeling.