Chapter 78 Entering The Ceremonial Hunting Caverns 4 (1/2)
”Do you have some kind of bow and arrows that you could give or lend to me?” John asked Peri that was right before him.
”Why would you-.” She was about to ask something when realization fell upon her. ”Looks like my grandmother was right, you really want to go forward with your plan of winning the Great Hunt without unnecessary killing.” Peri helplessly sighed.
”Do you have one?” John was unfazed that Peri realized what his plans were, and asked her once again.
”Yes, I do have one...” She took her her PIPS and started to look for what she wanted. ”Here it is...” Peri retrieved an old looking wooden bow from her PIPS. ”It was me who carved it...” She let her fingers roam across the wooden bow and she emotionally gazed at it. ”Take it it.” After admiring the bow for a few moments she placed it on top of the table that was between John and Peri.
The bow had a simplistic look to it. It was completely red colored without any kind of decoration at all. It was crudely made to be a weapon used for killing rather than admiring and exposed.
”Are you sure...?” He just saw how she values the bow.
”Yes, I'm sure.” Peri nodded in confirmation. ”This bow was made using some rare type of wood that is as tough as a plate of Titanium. I had already forgot about the existence of this bow, i wouldn't even remember that still had this thing if you haven't asked for a bow to me.”
”Then... thanks..? I guess.” John went forward and secured the bow inside his PIPS.
”My grandmother just sent me a message. You're going to enter in the Ceremonial Hunting Caverns by the morning.” Peri said to John. ”You should take a proper rest while you still can.”
John nodded and stood up. He thanked Peri once again and left for his room
[Tommorow I'm going to enter in the Great Hunt...] He looked at his own hands. He was still able to feel the blood from that assassin in the Lunar Base 12 and also the blood from the Syndicate's soldiers at the the outpost.
He wasn't that same innocent person; he already had killed people.
John closed his eyes. Even after all these days, those he had to kill still hunt him in his dreams.
[I have changed... hopefully, for the best.] He thought about what he have to do tomorrow. [They are innocent...I cannot kill them. I mustn't allow myself to become a cold-blood murderer.] His eyes flashed with determination. [There are people who have to die, and there are others that don't.]
John took off his clothes and went to sleep.
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”The Cultivator fell on the battle...”
”Yes...I can feel that his presence in this universe is slowly disappearing.”
”We are the last Ancients...we must do as we were tasked...”
”I know, I have the Artefacts in hand already. We just need to distribute between the races.”
”I wonder what the Cultivator did with the Ruin's Worshippers...”
”From what he told me, he banished them to another universe, parallel from our own.”
”Those guys are very troublesome. Thankfully the Cultivator had already dealt with them before going to battle.”
”Yes. Now that we are last ones to stay behind in this universe, we should carry our duties until our end.”
”After distributing the Artefacts, you are going to guard the entrance of where the Ruin's sealed, right?”
”That's the task he gave to me...”
”He gave nothing to me at all besides guarding the structures that we left behind and be sure that our dangerous technology doesn't fall in wrong hands.”
”That's a pretty heavy task, you know.”
”Yes, I know...then...I think it's our time to part ways.”