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[center][h1]Travel Towards the Church[/h1][/center]
[center][h3]No Time For Guilt or Sins[/h3][/center]
He stood there again, back at the park. The bat that he held earlier was now on the ground and he found himself not paying it a second glance as he walked off. He was in a daze, walking without direction. Surprisingly the matter of the powers that the realm let him tap onto, and the notion that he'd have to kill people for survival and the birth of a wish didn't come to mind either. Or rather, its weight did not. He would kill someone, and so his mind thought of that in the context of how to accomplish it. Look for someone, fight someone. Ah, it didn't matter at this point. Was it really worth planning that much when everyone didn't know what the powers of the others could be like? No, it was better to look and find someone and just defeat them before they felt assured of their situation.

The silent city that seemed a model looked down upon by the red sky's uneasiness was broken up by the jogging of a man. Despite his newfound strength he still paced himself, not so confident in his stamina even in Naraka. The sense of the idea that his body was hurt, with the scars refusing his lungs and chest from simply reigniting. His body did not explode into action as he would have otherwise wished, it being more akin to a rusted furnace charred black with a half-sealed pathway of fuel clogged by ash clumps of dust and gunk. 

Well, he was sure that the silent city would carry the noise of the soon to come fights far. His best bet was maybe to search in the central district, where people would likely flock to in hopes of being able to either move away or go towards any fights that spark up in the city. A neutral response maybe, cautious enough in a way that someone could hope to be overlooked or swiftly capitalize on an opportunity. 

But just doing that seemed like something that would be reliant on blind fortune as to whether luck favored you or not. To someone like him... no, he couldn't rely on fortune and luck, not when everything happened to be taken from him in the past.

He'd make a bolder move, one with purpose and intent. With something as questionable as a battle to the death for survival and desire some would probably go to bury their hesitations and guilt at a church or shrine. He recalled the presence of one when he was out on the town and decided it was a fitting first place to check. Those with doubts and any sentimentality so as to pray for their soul and the souls of their enemies simply were blind, weren't they?

His eyes looked for once towards the future, a future that was simply a light reflected by the past. There was nothing wrong with making a future into the past. The present and its continuation was a nightmare. He'll continue his true life. All it'll take is the death of those others.