Chapter 142: Two-faced lie(6)
It was.. orange when he opened his eyes again.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he could still feel the oozing presence, the confidence of his copy right besides him... or maybe he, himself, was the copy and this was the actual Cades, he just wasn't sure anymore.
His face was pressed up against the ground, with his head facing the right but only slowly starting to really see again, something he wasn't entirely certain about how it had happened, until he began to realize that he was looking directly towards a huge ball of light, a sun, red as blood and tainting this entire place, wherever they may be, in an increscent red colour, be it that the wooden planks he was laying on, those that began to make noises whenever he tried to move even the tiniest bits, were tainted orange instead, perhaps having been white in the beginning.
When he started moving once more, trying to evade the deadly suns rays maltreating his eyes instinctually and turn away his head he felt how it began to hurt, having been ripped apart by the coarse wooden planks his head was faced up against, still, he was happy to finally look at something else, be it that that which he saw on the other side of his laying body that he did not dare force to stand up, was not something he had expected to see, and definitely not something he had been wishing for.
There, right in front of his eyes that had now instinctually blurred out the background of what he was looking at, was a blade, one shining with silver and tainted red by the red ocean permeating this place, the sharp side pointed directly at him and extending upwards for what seemed like hundreds of foot to him right now, but in truth were just about two foot.
After the first shock and terror at having been so close to a deadly weapon, his own sword actually, he began to look a bit further away, trying to assess the situation further, and there he was, there Cades, the other him sat, far enough to easily slash him apart before he was able to stand up and get the sword out of the presumably powerful wooden planks covering this infinitely extending realm.
He was sitting leisurely, his sword in his right hand, the dagger sitting idly to his left, his right knee angled upwards and his left one on the ground, looking at Cades, the one that was laying on the ground, with intent, observing every single action he took and more than ready to attack, something made easier by both the fact that he could warp in his situation, other than Cades who was stuck on the ground and without a weapon, and the fact that his knee was angled as such that he could push himself up without even using any arms.