Lunar Aftermath [OPEN]

“..It’s all broken.. Why did they have to do this?”

Blackheart’s fingers coiled around the shattered door frame with surprising strength. It would shatter beneath his grip, ground to dust while the male continue to walk in further. Many would be unable to discern emotions in his eyes, because he had too many years of experience hiding the hurt however to those that knew him? There would be bloodlust, and rage of the likes he had only felt one time before. Which was when he had destroyed the entire pocket dimension that he had called his home, that side of him the slumbering beast that only wanted to destroy those who slighted it was beginning to rear it’s head. While he said nothing there would be almost an aura about him, a smoldering pressure that was hard to miss. It wasn’t a pressure that was spiritual, or even from his willpower it was an entirely different monster. It was 8,000 years of killing, 8,000 years of knowledge, and 8,000 years of bloodthirsty emotion that was Projected from the davana of bare hand combat. He was the amalgamation of a warrior’s spirit, strong and true. Unbroken and uninhibited by others, yet also guided to protect those who could not protect themselves. He was a demon, but before that he was something more important. He was a warrior. . . and that meant he had duties.

Even with this ominous energy that had been brought into the world, The hatred, the sickness it would bring, he could already feel everything descending into chaos. The energy even encroached on his own psyche, even though it was held at bay due to his pure willpower, He’d turn his head over his shoulder for the moment, he could hear her words, here was a girl that was eons younger than him. When he was even in his hundreds her world had been stuck in a stage similar to the stone-age. However for what ever reason she had a position that was at this point important. Because of this he nodded as she asked about the body samples, and yet her first question? He didn’t want to answer it for a simple reason. No body would be able to hold up to such a blast, Just looking at the state of the vanguard base he already was willing to bet there would be no bodies here, other than the few strewn at the entrance. After that though he’d pull her close and keep an arm not quite over her shoulder but hovering over her because of one simple face.

If the moon collapsed on them as they ventured into the depths here it would not be a pretty sight. Infact he was almost certain if such a thing happened while HE himself would not be killed under the weight it would take every single ounce of his strength to keep the rocks from crushing Chifuyu. Which was why there would be another aspect that she might pick up on. The rolling power that exuded from his skin was stronger now than it had been in the fight with neoveta. The amount of power that was exuded was enough to be felt anywhere on the moon, actually it was enough to be felt like a beacon anywhere in at least a thousand miles or so until then it seemed to drop drastically this oppressive power that was similar to that of a new-born star simply vanished, now were it went would become apparant as his skin had become increasingly heated on the shoulders and exterior of his body, cooling off only after he had absorbed all that energy and applied it to his body increasing his strength, and durabiltiy to a point that he felt comfortable walking into the dead-center of a crumbling base that could potentially collapse at any given moment.

Afterwards? He didn’t really care if he was being rude or improper here. He instead merely had pulled chifuyu even closer his gaze on the midst of the half caved in entrance. He was assessing for danger and making sure that once he committed to this, he would be able to get them out in one piece. He was an unknown, it was his job to protect the earth and all it’s inhabitants. Chifuyu, was also one of these inhabitants, so to his last breath? He would protect her as well, because this was his own method of the vanguard, he didn’t believe in words, he believed in action hence why he’d say in a soft tone, that would be hard to discern as anything but protective and also blunt.

“I’d prefer if you stay close, i cannot protect you otherwise.”

With the words out of the way he’d begin to walk into the passage he had excavated slowly beginning to duck under hanging lights, and even pushing parts of the wall back into place when need be, his expression of the bodies that had been either incinerated and left shadows on the walls or the crushed bodies that looked like a gooey paste on the ground below was neutral, he had seen worse, and he had to survey the damage.