《Galaxy Wars: The Legacy of Light and Darkness》Chapter 42: Strange Incident
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This time James took a note of her weird behavior, to be surprised by her looks. She was about to explode, and he felt this wasn't a joke any more.
One single mishap and he would enter a life and death fight with her, so he chose to remain silent. He still had his issues to figure out, so he closed his eyes involuntarily and tried to calm his worry by all means.
Dora stood from her place and just glared at him again in a threatening manner, before she moved away with strong steps. She tried to vent her anger by stamping heavily on the ground.
Her heart was in turmoil as she had many memories to float on her mind, many memories she tried to hide, neglect, and forget in vain. Her legs led her to the commanding deck, where things there were very quiet and strangely peaceful.
"Are you ok?" Dizy asked while she left the rod in her hands after fixing it on a special device over the navigation unit. She then moved to sit beside Dora, who was still feeling uncomfortable.
"It's nothing, how is the rod doing?" Dora asked.
"It's perfect; we will manage to get out of here in less than ten minutes."
Dora looked outside as she noticed the cruiser had already entered the foggy zone, the outer protective and dangerous zone. She took a deep breath as she said:
"Return to your post and I will rest for a moment here."
Dizy looked at her for a moment before she sighed. She patted over Dora's shoulder while shaking her head, as she knew there was only one thing in the whole world that could change her friend's mood like this.
Dizy moved back to her seat in front of the rod that kept flashing with strange lights from its central crystal. Dora was immersed in her own world, as the third person here, Anna, was busy steering the cruiser to get them out from here.
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Everyone was busy doing something, so no one noticed the changes that occurred to James, who was sitting over his seat closing his eyes. No one noticed that strange halo of light that kept changing colors, except for Rigo who felt some worry over his boss.
If anyone, especially those three in the commanding deck, noticed James at this moment, they would be shocked to see this halo, and its colors that were exactly the same as the flashes of lights coming from that rod.
As for James, he wasn't feeling well at first, until he closed his eyes and then he found himself walking into a strange world, discovering a marvelous place, a place he didn't know where it was or how he entered it.
The place was full of strange lights, which was a mix of different flashing colors that kept changing at rapid pace with no definite pattern. The lights mixed together to form a thick blanket over his eyes, that was like a fog that prevented him from seeing anything.
James felt like he was a heavy rock and was thrown into the depth of an ocean, he couldn't get himself free from here, or he could even swim. All he did was to let his body fall, fall like a dead person without any ability to move even his fingers.
"Eat…"
Suddenly this soft voice which was like a long sigh amidst the early hours of morning came abruptly from everywhere around him. James turned around to see who was speaking, but he couldn't move, or he couldn't feel his body.
He kept falling, but this time he ignored those annoying lights and focused on listening, and this time he heard it perfectly:
"Eat me…"
James felt strange and some fear started to pile up inside him. all he thought about was how to get out from here.
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"Eat me…"
The sound came again, this time it was stronger like a breeze on a hot summer clear day. James felt more urge to leave here.
"Eat me…"
This time the place ushered in a strange silence, a silence that made James' heart palpitate rapidly; he felt he was in grave danger.
"Eat me and gain absolute power."
This time the whole world of lights trembled as a violent force emerged from everywhere and pushed James' body like a feather helplessly caught in a storm of wind.
James felt this was his last moments in life, as he kept moving from place to another with a strong momentum and huge force driving him. He screamed but no sound came from his throat, only pain, fatigue, and despair what he got in return.
"No…"
Suddenly he leapt from his seat to the air like he was pushed from the seat by a hidden force and hit the nearest wall. His sudden move came abruptly so Rigo couldn't move in time to save him from the hit, but he could save him from the fall that followed.
"Supreme leader, are you ok?" Rigo asked with great worry and concern while he held James in his hands as he just caught up to him before falling on the ground. James stood on his own and his body trembled slightly before he regained full focus and concentration. He looked into Rigo's eyes and asked:
"What happened? Where is that sound? How did you save me?"
Rigo looked more worried as he didn't know anything of what James just spoke of, but he replied narrating what happened:
"You were sitting there and then closed your eyes for a moment, then a strange halo of light came out from your body. a few moments later you jumped from the seat like it was on fire and screamed, I just managed to catch you before you fell on the ground."
James looked with doubt towards him as he asked again:
"There was no sound at all?"
"No, the place was quiet before you screamed," Rigo replied instantly.
"That's weird," James then returned to his seat, "You said there was a halo of light, was it just a single light or a group of ever-changing lights?"
"It was a strange mix of different colors, but each time it was like one color was flashing more than the rest," Rigo replied, and his words made James' heart fall to the ground. James hoped this was a nightmare, but from Rigo's description, that was exactly like the world he was just in.
'What was that world? Who was the owner of that voice? And why was it so fixated on making me eat him? How can I eat a person?'
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