Chapter 4:Mellifluous Melancholy

Heroically calling his way out of chaotic engagements, Krezo's stamina can't apprehend a couple of soldiers nagging him into submission forcefully with rusty iron swords and spiky-silvery gloves capable of annihilating an untamed criminal signifying Krezo is out of the ordinary and must be fought with a sharp mentality of a conqueror.

"Damn those pesky bastards!?"

"I...I need to get my ass out off here"

In a call of truculence in an unguided argument in mind, debating of whether to anticipate the battle and crush the soldiers or to initiate an accelerated breakthrough of tactical retreat to dedicate seconds by rehealing for an innovated stability of stamina and health.

As Krezo concluded to resign in the battle for now having a posture of perfection developing ripped bruises in his arms and body with slow-flowing blood on a mesmerizing walk, dishonestly stabbed by a cowardice act of an individual on a displayed outfit presumably unique in comparison to others, seems to be a girl on a jacket contact with red rosaceous daring eyes incorporating the sun's yellowish-red light illuminating a sight to behold, decelerating the rate of his mental institution vibrantly falls to the front showing a prideful back retiring from the battle of conditions.

Found a sewage system after breaking through the back door immediately dumping their bodies in, Deverra and Szenzen in a situation of urgent withdrawal from the animosity of a starving beast, walk through the canal of disgusting smell stinking every path capable of disintegrating amount of creature with skeletal bones on the ground adding a horrifying background, and a faint stench of blood.

Deverra starts the discussion of what might bother Szenzen about the conjuring truth of this city and the untold history of Nimanso enlightening the cause of locals' joy anatomy and action, their quick evasion upon the questioning, and might debunk the lies spreading the atmosphere.

"The false ruler of this city has a name of "Vincento De Vairrere" the grandson of that scum Klayto De Vairrere that put this city once on a disaster"

"He is also an ability user like us, using his Music of Inferiority, he manages to control the city."

"I'm not sure what can it do or what's the extent at best but I'm sure you would not want to hear the musical irritation he's exhaling".

"That's why my ears are always constructed inside in case of a sneaky control attempt, that also why I didn't hear you at first".

" One thing for sure is that he stole everyone's freedom of expression and their genuine smile not capable of being themselves"

As Szenzen learns the summary of the history and reason of two years of isolation

infused on her face of collateral sympathy and pity combined like a face of a traumatized child after glimpsing a horror jumpscare reducing to saint hungry to assist.

After a light breath, inhale-exhale procedure, and reassurance of being cornered pushing by both sides on many unsettling headaches on her way connects a helping hand to Deverra achieving an amendment of their bond emerging of smoother consequences.

"This city must be lucky"

"I will try to help but the monster I'm with will much of help of eradicating those scum and freeing this lock-downed city"

Completely trusting Krezo with peak hope and not a single doubt compromising a layer focusing many plans to annihilate the ruthless ruler, in her mind having a conversation with Krezo establishing what's the most "Krezo" thing to do.

"If I'm Krezo, what route should I choose?".

"Krezo, I pray for your safety"

Approaching a hyperventilating cold-aired slight cracked medium-sized wall heading to an exit, freeing from the devastating canal passage introducing a worldwide universal out of this galaxy greenhouse of lovely and delightful scenery of trees growing varieties of fruits and tall grass inhabited by the sound of frogs creaking, butterflies dancing and, a colony of grasshoppers swinging in the grass symbolizes a perfect excogitation of mother nature.

Continuously walking through the mouth of the forest suddenly dropping its diverse naturalistic symbol, the tree's growth rate accelerated becoming too dry and got shadier,

dangerous air invading the atmosphere, abundant numbers of flies, and more hazardous rotting materials got to Szenzen's nerve having goosebumps and horrifying reactions toward entering.

"Are you surprised?, This illusionary forest is created two years ago."

"After the user died it became a living thing gaining limited time of life"

"An average lifespan of a small-sized forest like this is up to ten years but due to the narrow space it's living and not enough clean air and a little glimpse of sunlight for photosynthesis, it much become excited about extinction."

"This is where my shelter at, where I ease my hunger, sleeping in the night and importantly planning on beheading that bastard Vincento and liberating this city"

On a conversation of embracing one's nature maxing intense hatred forming cold blood-lusted mentality, they take the helm and brainstorm all possible planning methods with a probability of a hundred on succeeding.

"We must gain success with this strategy

" You're right we must focus with our head calm devotion of defeating him."

As the two conspires in plotting a devious retaliation, Krezo out of his head getting dragged to the entrance of the city dooming of a long mysterious passage as if a dungeon for prisoners famously known inside stated to be called as "Dream Ender".

TO BE CONTINUED.