Leon took to the Orchid road as he hummed quietly before him and his fellow Shadow Isle denizen vanished through the trees, shrubs, and other flora that teemed throughout the road less travelled.  [color=fff79a]"I think this mutation started a few weeks ago."[/color]  Leon began, scratching his chin in thought.  [color=fff79a]"I can only assume that with all the things I saw so far, only those who has played this video were affected.  You may already have that game in mind, but I'll say it just for formality:  League of Legends.  Of course, it's just a theory, but those I've met expressed knowledge in the game."[/color]  [i]Like that muffin-witch, and perhaps, that blue-eyed maiden.[/i]  The lad stopped in front of a great tree before he turned to Travis. [color=fff79a] "In short, there are others like us, and they are people who have played the game at least once in their entire lives."[/color]

He paused, trying to let the message sink in.  [color=fff79a]"However, some are confused and are in need of belongingness.  It's only expected, after all.  They've been thrust into the realm of the unknown, and they need someone to cling to.  But, that leaves them open to evil manipulations.  They appeal to emotions, and they strike while the mutant is still emotionally vulnerable.  Then, they might use them for their own gain."[/color]  Leon gritted his teeth as if he was speaking from experience. [color=fff79a] "There's also the issue of our minds being warped to think like the champion we manifested as.  You have heard the whispers, haven't you, Travis?  Like me, I also heard the whispers that told me to raise an army of ghouls.  But, I managed to overcome those mumblings."[/color]  [i]I hope.[/i]

Leon spun around as he continued walking through the garden, encasing the two lads in a serene environment that allowed much thinking.  Leon observed the leaves of a myriad shades that fell all around them.  It seemed as if it was preparing for a great change; almost as if it was an omen of a renaissance.  His ears began to ring as a soft strumming of some sort of stringed instrument reverberated gently within his mind.  There were faint laughters, hushed voices that spoke in incomprehensible array of messages.  As his eyes flashed, Leon saw another vision.  Instead of the lush, green, and serene sanctuary of a garden around them, he saw wilting and decaying trees that stood upon desolated and desecrated lands.  The ground glowed a deathly green as the sun was blotched by the jet-black clouds that eclipsed the sky.  The faint whispers became much more agitated as he began to pick out words like 'bury' and 'raise'.  Leon pinched the bridge of his nose before turning to the lad behind him, only to witness the Chain Warden following him intently.  The clanging of the metallic shackles scraped against the dead earth; a twisted smile permeating the spectral visage of the flayer of souls.  

Immediately, Leon shook his head vigorously as he finally escaped the trance that he was in.  It seemed that they were still walking, and had almost reached the end of the road.  If they kept walking, they would soon arrive back at the diner since the Orchid road just twisted back to its entrance.  Thus, the lad turned to his companion.  [color=fff79a]"I know more than you in terms of controlling my powers and impulses, and I can help you.  I believe that this might be beneficial to us since we're both manifestations from the Shadow Isles.  If you do not control those whispers, you might get lost in them."[/color]  Leon spoke grimly, eyeing Travis with much focus and determination.  [color=fff79a]"You are free to decline, and we'll rarely meet again in the future.  However,"[/color]  he paused.  [color=fff79a]"If we do meet again, then, pray that we won't be enemies."  [/color]

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