"You…" the moment William heard these words and he couldn't control his rage, "you are the one who sent that nine-tailed bastard to my world?"
"I didn't send anyone, I just picked and supported it tons of years ago. Time in our world holds no meaning, nor value, not like how you pathetic humans see it. That monster, you aren't worthy to act as a servant to him! He is overbearing, the hope of all spirits to pave the path towards ascension…"
"You are one of those damn Chaos camp lunatics," William confirmed his early guess, shaking his head slowly as if he got disappointed by this or something.
"You… Do you think your beloved fox isn't one of us? How naive of yours, hahahaha!"
"I don't believe it! The black fox isn't like you, lunatics!" William didn't buy what that spirit said, and simply argued back, in a calm tone.
"There is no point in arguing about it. That silly fox was indeed part of us, but lately, he seemed weird and distanced himself away from us. Now we realise the crux of the problem, it's you! Now, you are going to fight for your life and his, survive this and win against all the monsters coming at you and you'll win your life and he'll return back."
"Sure, why not?" William stretched out his muscles and body, "Tell me, are you here to supervise over this or you just watch from far?"
"I'm now in control of the entire world of that pathetic fox," the spirit fell for his trap of William without realising it. Trying to play according to the rules with someone as dirty as this spirit? No way!
William didn't know what type of spirit it was, but he was pretty sure that damn spirit would use any dirty method to let him fail. Even if he could win, he knew he'd end up failing. These folks were joking around and were ready to use any means possible to achieve their goals.
So, William never intended to play according to these rules, nor compete under such unfavourable conditions. His only hope lay in something else, and he just confirmed the existence of that spirit here.
"And my precious black fox? Where is it?"
"Why? Won't play until seeing him or what?"
"That's given," William shrugged, "without seeing him all the time in front of me, I'll just wake up and get out of here."
"You can't do that!" that spirit tried to act calm and collected, but its voice carried doubt and uncertainty. William already thought about this, why he came here just at this moment.
He was in a very terrible state out there, and only at such a moment did he come here. That meant something prevented that bastard from dragging him here, and it needed him to be in a deep coma to get into this world.
So if he woke up, and if he wanted to, he could leave here. He wasn't out of options, and yet he wanted to send a direct message to the damn chaos camp of spirits.
Mess me with, and I'll mess back with you!
"Try me," William crossed his arms, "I've been here before, and I know how to get out. So let's hurry up, as my people are trying to wake me up with everything they have. So, we have little time left…"
"Fine, here he is!" The next moment, a large portion of the black fog cleared, showing a grande cage at the ceiling of this place. It wasn't like a cave, but it was like a grand world, with a high levelled sky up there where that cage was.
And inside that cage, William spotted the black fox. Unlike how he saw it before, this time the fox was looking miserable, not that much different from his state in the real world.
It lay on the ground of the cage, motionless, closing its eyes, and had many ugly-looking wounds all over its body. William could tell these wounds were caused by fierce claws, and that told him a lot about the brutal battle that erupted after the last time he was here.
"Don't tell me it was captured and tortured since that time…" he felt a great amount of rage towards the ones who did that to his spirit.
Doing this to his spirit meant they were doing this to him. If his spirit died, then he'd suffer a deadly blow without a doubt. Even if he had other spirits, they weren't his main spirit, they were just additional spirits to him.
His life would be saved if any of them managed to take control of the dead black fox. And that was like literally gambling one's life in a game that one knew nothing about.
"That silly fox deserved to die, but according to our world's rules, not a single spirit shall die without a trial…" That alien spirit kept blabbering about their world's just rules and such, while William didn't buy any of that.
To him, he knew any rule was meant to be broken. And if the one speaking about how just and fair these rules were, was someone dirty and filthy like this spirit, then it was expected there were tons of loopholes there.
"Are we going to do it or what?" William grew tired of hearing such useless words from that spirit.
"Let's start, You have to walk from your point towards the cage, doing this and still alive means you win…"
"Wait a sec… That cage is high in the air, how can I get there?!!" William saw the first dirty play that spirit did here. And yet he still showed as if he fell directly into his enemy's trap.
He didn't make a mistake here, that spirit was on the side of his sworn enemy, and that made it an enemy for him. William decided to aim directly at killing it, or better could get more information from it about his sworn enemy.
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