[b]Glory of France - Pyramids of Giza[/b]

"Help me..." Seth began, still keeping his grin but his fatigue was obvious to anyone looking at him, "...by trying to kill me?" Seth rasped out a chuckle, that actually managed to evolve into a genuine laugh, "Do you even... hear yourself? That's some... seriously messed up logic you're using... y'know?" Seth found himself pausing in his speech more and more. Fatigue? Well, yes, but as usual there was a method to his madness.

"You're a real piece of work... old man." he said, the right sleeve of his coat falling down some, enough that his gloved hand was covered by it, "By the way... you're [i]still[/i] forgetting one very important thing-" the Corridor that opened up on top of him cut Seth off before he finished what he was saying. As drained as he was, the Corridor closed instantly, taking Seth with it. Seth's Snipers all vanished in that instant as well, following their commander obviously. Seth didn't have any strength to travel long distance, but there was one destination he could still reach without actually going anywhere...

[b]The Realm of Darkness[/b]

Seth instantly lost his footing and nearly collapsed, "...[i]that[/i]." Seth finished, despite no one being around to hear it. Even so, he now found himself in the dreaded Realm of Darkness. Dreaded, that is, to everyone [i]except[/i] a Nobody like Seth. Those who dive too deeply into Darkness always risked losing their Hearts to it. That was an indisputable fact that wasn't going to change any time soon. Then again, Seth didn't have a Heart to lose. So, even if it was a technicality of sorts, Seth had all the freedom he desired to roam in and wield the Darkness at no actual risk to himself. Seth saw a nearby rock formation - looking rather warped due to the influence of the Darkness - and hobbled over to it. Once there, he finally let himself collapse, leaning back against the rock and oddly laughing to himself.

"Ha...!" Seth rasped aloud, "Let's see the old man come over [i]here[/i] and try to kill me." he muttered victoriously. As self-righteous as the man was, there was surely no way in Hell he'd risk his own Heart just to follow Seth. A "lowly Nobody" like Seth was surely not worth the effort. And even if he tried to, Tocsax and probably others would stop him. It may not have been a victory in battle, but at least Hakim's ludicrous idea could never happen now. By this point, Seth's Snipers were beginning to gather around him. It wasn't long before Every. Single. Sniper. he commanded was milling about in his location, ready and able to shoot anything that moved. By this point, Seth's eyes became heavy, and he found himself drifting off to sleep.

He dreamed of rain. Lots of it. In fact in his dream it was practically storming. The field seemed only lit by flashes of lightning. A combination of thunder and gunfire roared all around. Then there was Seth - or at least, a young boy that looked like him - standing in an ankle-deep puddle of water wearing a blue hoodie and black shorts, armed with nothing but a shoddily-made 10mm Submachine gun that was too soaked to fire anymore. Not that that would have mattered, the gun hadn't spent a single bullet of a single magazine yet. The boy shivered, cold in the rain. Or was he perhaps scared? There were several corpses on the ground around his feet, all shot dead by superior firearms. There was a loud click, followed by a dozen more of them. The boy looked around himself, soldiers in special-forces armor bearing some kind of crucifix insignia all trained their weapons on him. Suddenly it got dark, well, darker than it already was. Even lightning wasn't enough to light the sky. The boy opened his mouth to scream. The soldiers opened fire.

Seth awoke with a jerk. How long had he been asleep? No idea, his face and forehead were drenched in a cold sweat. Seth wiped it all away with his hands. He looked up toward the non-existent sky... and he chuckled.