Niko’s Nexus: The Cries Of Chaos Chapter 14: Adventure 11: The Rising Storm

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Falling from so high up you see things you never would on the ground. Like these hollow trees, scattered all across the mountain side, that somehow find a way to grow where they should be withering away. Without water they had no choice but to dry up eventually yet they still chose to thrive. All it took was a change of perspective and some defiance and look at that! Their all still alive! If they can make it through this inferno I can learn a thing or two as I make my own path. But what matters most now… Is that I can still survive! Soft but sharp echo's reverberated throughout the mountain side as Iramo entered the Stream Of Steam circling the mountain side, head first. “Seems like this world is full of surprises.” I thought something had been drying this place, this mountain up but it’s always been dry. It was made that way. And I’m guessing these things don’t take too well to a storm disrupting that flow and putting gaps in their bog. “Oh, well it's a long way down. I might as well enjoy the view while I can.” *** Iramo traversed through the stockpiled storm of steam and found himself in a vibrant sky, abundant with clouds. That was completely different from the dark sea of haze he'd spent so much time under up until now. I can see so far now but every time my eyes flicker it’s like I’m looking into the past. I wonder if this came with that light? It did ask if I want to know the truth so maybe it gave me more than just memories. Even now everything feels like it's moving so slow… or is it all oddly fast? It feels like I'll fall forever but I know I'm getting closer to the ground, it’s only a matter of time. Yup Iramo, just look at this majestic scenery and breath it all in. I bet I can see them clearly now. Turning his attention to the ground Iramo saw two- no three figures down below, unlike any other he'd seen till now. Their bizarre, ashen white skin covered with shifting symbols scaling across their bodies with each movement as they wrap around their skin. Making Iramo's skin crawl at the sight but the closer he gets— the more he felt the immense heat, growing with each passing moment. Developing into a strong pressure, becoming more and more intense with each passing moment as the air grew thicker yet oddly thin. It was as if it had been crisped by an open flame. That’s when Iramo realized this heat was no phonema of weather, it was the press of a strong animus coming his way. And sure enough as he focused his eyes on them, the air warping around their bodies into massive clouds of steam became as clear as day. Covering everything but their eyes filled with bloodlust, glaring back at him through the fog. Leaving no doubt that they were observing his every movement the closer he gets. Patiently waiting for the moment he’d come from the other side of the steam and enter their own as it envelopes the land for their moment strike. I need a plan— I’ll have to strike hard, fast and in a hurry before they overwhelm me. Maybe try to isolate them and pick them off one on one? No they don’t seem like the type to wait butttt what if they do it to tire me out? It's a gamble but the smarter they are the harder they’ll think it through so the key to winning here is to not think just do. Irregular methods will always win when the others trying to get a good read. So I’ll strike the first one as hard as I can and come up with the rest as I go. … It won’t be easy but I have to do this. I need answers and I won’t let anything stop me from learning my truth, no matter what I face! Until I find an answer I can reach with my own hands, I won't run away… I will survive! He’s hyping himself up, lets just hope he stays alive. *** Welcoming the challenge with open arms Iramo shouted with everything he had. Letting the roar of his voice shatter the tension at its peak as he plunged forward through the fog. Bracing himself for the inevitable head on clash with his fist raised in anticipation. Eagerly waiting for the best chance to strike the m