Chapter 122: Dreams

"How many days have passed since then?" White asked, rising to his feet.

"Three days. That makes a total of one week and two days since you began the fusion process."

Commander Zoltan replied.

"That’s quite the time..."

White mused.

He had said

quite

because compared to the time he had spent with his soul trying to fuse with the Orb, this wasn’t much.

"Why the haste? Got somewhere you need to be in?"

The man asked as White reached the railings.

From the height of the building, he could see the majority of the surrounding area’s buildings.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who told me time never waits, follow, or be left behind."

He said, and the man chuckled.

"Hasten to important things, but move steadily on your path after that. That’s another quote I live by."

"You fusing with a body was an important decision. And now that it’s done, you can slow down on the path."

"Think deeper before deciding on your next path."

He said to him, and White hummed, resuming his gaze on the world before him.

It was a huge world, skyscrapers going into the distance as far as his eyes could see.

"It’s almost like a city of its own."

He mused beneath his breath, feeling Commander Zoltan rise to his feet and step to the railings too.

"That’s because it is. This is Ray City, home to the Humanity Ascension Powerhouse."

He explained.

"Why Ray, for a name?"

White asked, turning to him.

"It used to be a fairly popular city back on the old Earth. An important place that was taken from us by the Supernaturals."

"We called it Ray because it’s the first city we managed to reclaim from the Supernaturals."

He explained.

"A ray of hope, of being able to take back Earth from the Supernaturals."

White mused, and the Commander’s eyes quietly gleamed.

"Your observation has grown sharper."

He observed, and White nodded.

"It has. It’s easier to pick up on the details... faster too."

He added, and it was the truth.

The speed of processing White felt his brain was operating at right now wasn’t something he could put into words as he looked at the skyscrapers, easily noticing the details on them, even those of the people walking in and around them.

"I can only wonder what it’d feel like. The power you have now."

Commander Zoltan commented with a smile, and White turned to him, his face gaining a halo of seriousness before uttering,

"It’s nothing compared to your true power."

To his words, the man paused before grinning.

"You’re very humble."

"No, really. It’s nothing compared to yours."

White repeated seriously.

"And what makes you so sure? You haven’t exactly tested what you’re capable of, even if you feel aware of your capability."

"I know it..."

White said.

"Because on you is a total of seven Sealing Runes that completely seal away the majority of your true power."

He recounted, and the Commander’s eyes widened.

"You... you can see even that?"

"Three around your heart, one in your forehead, another two in both your wrists, and the last one directly below your navel."

White said, leaving Commander Zoltan stupefied.

"If you completely unseal yourself, I wouldn’t be able to stand close to you, nor would this building be able to remain standing, so no, this power of mine is still nothing compared to yours."

"That’s not necessarily humility, is it?"

White asked, and the Commander shook his head.

"No. That’s an astute observation. The one that keeps a growing man alive."

"Too many humans with potential have died simply because they thought themselves farther than what they truly were."

Commander Zoltan recounted, turning to look into the distance.

Silence stretched on for about a minute before it was broken.

"My dream..."

The Commander suddenly said, drawing White’s attention.

"Is to see all of our world taken away from the hands of those undeserving of it. Earth belonging solely in the control of humans, like it has always been...and meant to be."

He said.

"You wish to survive until that day?"

White asked trickily, but the Commander picked up on it, shaking his head.

"No. I don’t dream of surviving to see that day."

"If I can put a blade through my neck right now and the Supernaturals will instantly disappear from the surface of Earth for all eternity, then I would without a second doubt."

Commander Zoltan.

White looked at him, and his heart faintly stirred.

The man appeared dead serious, as if he truly wouldn’t mind dying to get rid of all the Supernaturals.

’At least a part of us align...’

"What about you? What is your dream?"

He asked White, who replied fluidly.

"To get rid of someone."

His straightforward reply made Commander Zoltan chuckle.

"So, revenge, huh?"

"That’s not completely wrong."

White admitted.

"Just someone, or..."

"No. Just one person."

"Let me guess, a Supernatural?"

He asked.

"Actually, they are human... at least right now."

Commander Zoltan didn’t understand that fully, and so he asked.

"Tell me more about him without telling me about him."

He said trickily, but White understood.

"There will come a time..."

He said, and Commander Zoltan’s ears perked.

"A time when some humans will side with Supernaturals, and they will look absolutely no different from fellow humans, while possessing overwhelming Supernatural power."

"Like the Otherworlders?"

Commander Zoltan asked.

"No. The Otherworlders are easy to notice by their eyes’ color turning dark."

"You wouldn’t know these humans are Supernaturals even if they were someone you loved most in the world."

He said, and Commander Zoltan fell silent before eventually asking,

"And this one person you wanted to kill is like that... or will be like that soon?"

"Yes, they will be soon. Though I won’t wait for them to become that before killing them."

"Killing a man because he possesses the capacity for danger is an evil."

Commander Zoltan called out quietly.

"I’d call it a necessary evil."

Commander Zoltan turned to White and found no trace of anger in his eyes or tone.

Only an unflinching conviction, and the peace of one who had already accepted its consequences.