Chapter 5: Zroids (2), Cramped Space

Hoping to save some people, he ventured inside the slum block.

However, luck was not on their side, although their caravan can handle hundreds of Zroids, it only meant to ordinary ones, they cannot handle an evolver, as soon as they closed towards the bunker, a couple of Evolved Zroids blocked their way.

"BOSS, AN EVOLVER WHAT SHOULD WE DO!?" The driver shouted.

"Release the smoke screens, we'll take another route" giorgio ordered.

In a split second a thick black smoke envelopes around the area, the caravan quickly turned back and drove away as far as they could.

Everything seemed exactly as they planned, at least they thought, in a split second the car in front of them exploded, and a tentacle emerged from the ground.

"Fuck! The Guardian is here!"

"Withdraw! It is no longer possible for us to save ourselves, let alone others". The Zroid Guardian appeared out of the blue, and they were unprepared; Giorgio ordered them to retreat, saying that the Guardian had to have been prompted by something other than the fact that Zroid Guardians never leave their production nest.

Giorgio believes it must be them, but quickly dismisses the possibility because they pose no threat to the production nest, which is why the Guardian does not attack them earlier.

The remaining vehicles are under attack from numerous tentacles that are still protruding from the ground. They skillfully avoided the tentacles as they made their way out of the slum block.

"What happened after that?" August asks Giorgio while taking a sip of his coffee.

"We thought we were safe, but not long after we escaped the slum block, a giant figure descended from the sky and took the vehicle where my granddaughter was" Giorgio replied with melancholic voice 

"His luck is so bad, they met the final boss at the start!" The chronicler exclaimed.

"Hm? It seemed like there's another interference" The Chronicler frowned.

He teleported out of his dimensional space.

"Where am i? it seems like someone interfered with my teleportation and brought me here" The Chronicler looked around, he saw nothing but white, he tried to look further, but to no avail he could not see anything but white.

"The size of this space is at least 360 billion light years, a spherical all-white space, who the hell dared to play a prank on me, did I offend anyone?"

The Chronicler tripled its size due to the cramped space.

A few minutes had passed and he finally sensed that someone entered the confined space, almost instantly someone appeared before him, a being of pure white, a being of utmost purity, that made the white confined space "less white" compared to it, beside it, is a being of pure darkness that continuously conflicts with the white space. "Dark" or "Black".

The Narrator: It is the only way to describe this one hell of an existence if you ask me, or it's just my author who has a short range of vocabulary that he couldn't think of a word to describe his character very well.

"A being of pure light, a being of privilege; and a being that doesn't exist as a physical entity but a mere result produced by the being of pure light, thus he could only follow the being of pure light" The Chronicler muttered.

BoPL(Being of Pure Light): "Unknown.... Disturb... Order"

Darky(The Dark Being, I called Darky instead of calling him nig-): "Destroy...Balance... required... Restore... Universe... Formal... State."

"Hahahaha destroy me? The two of you?" The Chronicler grinned.