The city glows in the moonlight. From the rooftops, Kyle looks down and sees all of it. He is now detached, merely an observer, one who no longer qualifies as part of the real world. Even with his new found strength, it is hard to bear. He must leave things he loves behind, leave people that he loves behind. All due to the actions of one. This being, who Kyle himself allegedly vowed to fight against for as long was he was able.
However, those who Kyle is now serving are not pleased with a warrior weighed down by regret and uncertainty. In light of Kyle's state of mind, the voice from before returns.
"Mortal, do you doubt? Do you still doubt despite the understanding we have given you?"
This time the voice is alone, there is no spirit, nothing visible or tangible, accompanying it. The words that carry its serious tone simply echo from all directions.
"You have chosen this path of your own free will. Search yourself and ask. You will find that all is as we have said. Further, do not fear loss. All that you know has been cut from you, separated, thus protecting it. Once you have secured your goal, you will have everything returned to you."
Kyle keeps his eyes on the city below. Lights flashing, jumping, moving; the only signs of life in the darkness of night, they remind Kyle that the situation at hand is very real. His decisions bear consequences and he is responsible for the lives of many. Though he doesn't recall anything said by the voice, it all makes sense to him as if he had heard it long before now. Or at least most of it makes sense, there is one thing that Kyle cannot simply accept. He turns and faces the sky, nearly shouting.
"Who is it that I must destroy? You told me that he feels that he is above law, but who is he? What has he done?"
The wind picks up and howls with something approaching frustration, but Kyle remains fixed.
"Mortal, we have given you understanding. You know that he is wrong and must be vanquished. What else do you require?"
Kyle sits and is calm. He is looking towards the ground, mindless tracing a path with one finger.
"I have been given 'understanding', but all of this is beyond my experience. Though I 'know' that what you say is true, I cannot be sure that the knowledge is true. You have given me information in an unnatural way, bypassed my senses and merely burned what you consider fact into my mind. How can I take it without suspicion?"
The wind, which has become a breeze, dies.
"I see. We have truly picked wisely, as it seems."
A small flame suddenly appears on the rooftop just in front of Kyle. It is not a malevolent flame, not like the one before, it merely serves as a symbol.
"Mortal, you cannot be sure. All that you have is what we have given, what the lawless one has given, and your own wits. If you must, confront the enemy before you slay him. However, be sure to never take the wrong path. Your cleverness has assured you that you have my confidence, but it is not unheard of that the great fall."
The flame fades, and Kyle rises, fists tightly clenched. He had hoped for more from the voice, but at the very least Kyle determined that he had not been employed by some mad spirit. He would do as the voice said, and confront the lawless one. Then, he would decide.
"Mortal, as per what we have given you, destroy the four gates and you will find him. No other words are needed now."
The night returns to silence as it is watched over by a lone figure on a rooftop, the one who will determine if such tranquil night will ever be seen again.
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