The Arcane Guardians Chapter 69: Chapter 64: Night City

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The void wasn’t made of vacuum. Felix was sure of that now, because he could barely hear himself thinking over the tirade of swear words spewing from his sister’s mouth. Unlike he, who was soaring headfirst to their next destination, Marcia was tumbling about and flailing her arms like a drowning bird. “Felix?!” Her voice whizzed past his ears as she rolled above him. “What… the fuck… is going on?! ” “Just hold on tight!” Felix grabbed the helm of her jacket and pulled her towards him. Her small hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He could already see the next glowing doorway hurtling towards them. Or rather, they were hurtling towards it. Either way, he wasn’t sure if it was possible for someone to be stranded in this infinite void if they didn’t make it through the door. He held his sister tightly. He sure as hell did not want to find out. Marcia’s scream rattled his ears as the door loomed in their faces. Felix tried to ignore how her voice went impossibly high in pitch, as though it was being sped up through a voice processing device. Something nipped at his ankle as his vision spun with light and colour. And then soft grass slammed into his face. Felix was tumbling in every direction like a hyperactive breakdancer. Mercifully, he skidded to a stop before he could puke all over himself. He groaned, blinking his eyes a few times to orientate himself. This trip was certainly a lot more violent than the previous one. He pushed himself up again, shaking his head to get rid of the light in his vision. It was then he realised that his awareness had been temporarily knocked out of his body, and the lights weren’t just in his vision. Purple dazzled before him as he tilted his head to the cityscape, finally taking in the sights of this strange world for the first time. Like his own world, purple seemed to be the main aesthetic of this place as well, except it was cranked to eleven this time. A cacophony of neon lights splashed carelessly over the horizon of infinite glowing metal stretching out below him. Streets weaved between the dense urban jungle, all of them connected by roads curved in all sorts of unconventional ways. Even further lay floating concrete buildings tethered to the ground by intangible magic columns, rudely occupying the airspace with their blocky, brutalist architectural design. Felix let his mouth hang open in awe as a few miniaturised airships flew just above him. They looked like airships, alright. Except they were shrunk down to the size of an average carriage. The man wasn’t educated enough to even begin grasping the physical laws that allowed that to happen; he could only be sure that this place was a lot more technologically advanced than his own. A flash of movement rudely interrupted his marvelling. Felix flinched and jerked his leg away from the disembodied head snapping at his ankle. He furrowed his eyebrows in disgust. Apart from Marcia and himself, Gaius had somehow made it through the portal as well. Or rather, just his head. Marcia yelped and scrambled away from the head scuttling towards her. It was presumably cut off when the portal closed on Gaius’ body, but there were already tiny appendages growing from the bloodied neck that looked suspiciously like toes. The woman charged towards the severed head without warning and kicked it like a football. Pink flared in Felix’s eyes as he stopped the head dead in its trajectory. He didn’t want to risk Gaius regrowing his entire body and terrorising this world as well. He squeezed his fist. “Come back from this, psycho.” Pinkish blood sprayed onto the white-coloured grass as Gaius’ brain burst out from his skull. The golden glow faded from the lifeless eyes just as grey matter plopped onto the ground. Marcia rushed forward and repeatedly stepped on it like it was a cockroach. Felix flicked his hand casually, tossing the empty, lifeless head into what he could only assume was a rubbish bin. “You okay?” He gestured to the wound on Marcia’s face, and the