After countless hours of questioning, the blue team was fully convinced that Genesis had defeated the Agent in his vast and forever mind. So they celebrated.
During the celebrations they were put in an awkward scenario as the enemy was among their defenses.So they had to prepare for another battle. The starting bonds among the other teams quickly broke and hell broke loose.
Genesis took his sword and engaged in combat with a foe. When he drew his sword out of its hilt. A person from behind knocked his hand just slightly, but it was enough to make Genesis loose his sword.
'That is not supposed to happen.'
Genesis thought as an enemy approached. The person who challenged him was taller and looked stronger than Genesis. Genesis knew that even if he had his sword it was going to be a difficult fight, but without his sword he was to be in a world of pain.
Genesis looked into the man's lightly colored blue eyes. He then surprisingly dove right under the man's legs. He reached out and held his sword tight to himself. Blocking most of the man's attack, the rest leaving scuffs on his armor.
He managed to back away amidst the chaos. The man and Genesis were now circling each other deciding who would attack first. It wasn't until Smudge took initiation that the battle began.
Smudge suddenly attacked the man in the back with his axes. Each swing more pitiful than the last. The man turned around and nonchalantly kicked Smudge to the ground.
When the man rotated his head back, Genesis was upon him. Swinging furiously at the man. The swings made the man retreat because of the sheer power put into them.
The man then retreated back directly into a body on the ground, Smudge's body. The man fell over and with a resounding thud. The enemy was on the ground left to the mercy of those around him. Those of which including Genesis who kept "practicing" his swings on the poor man's body.
The man was eventually knocked out and Genesis turned away from him. Looking for other ways to help his kingdom he lunged into battle once again.
***
The battle was hard fought and the only the greater team would flourish. Their victory coming into fruition. The greater team was the team Genesis was on.
Since the first day it was decided. The team that relied but was not dependent on a dominant king and queen. The efforts and plans of everyone of their subjects, commanders and knights.
The blue team had celebrated as this was the fourth, soon to be fifth day, that they had the baby in their possession. They had to last 5 more days until they could win this game. Only five more days.
Genesis decided to take a bathroom break to relive and refresh himself. When he entered he looked at his reflection for brief moment before entering the section of the room where the toilet was located and he relived himself.
He washed his hands and saw his reflection in the mirror. It was so much better than what he originally thought he looked like. He looked like a god in flames. Filled to the brim with light.
'Does altering my soul's divinity really change that much?'
Genesis silently thought about this as he was remembered of the deaths. The misfortunate events. The immobilizing fear when under the control of an Agent. When he opened his eyes to look in the mirror again all he saw was a darkness.
In the midst of the endless ebony was his overwhelming his brightly lit soul. The darkness was familiar to him as he had seen this darkness before. He had seen the same black in his mind. Pure, unfiltered, endless space, that was the tale of Genesis's mind.
Genesis observed the scenary. He had no idea why the nothingness of his mind was over taking the illumination from his divine soul. Perhaps to protect him?
Genesis fell to the ground as he held his head, there was a sudden sharp pain. Then he suddenly screamed. A scream of inner torture. His mind was taking over his soul because his soul was now a foreign object, unknown to the forever unknown.
The darkness of the void was truly a glutton, so much so that it may even devour Genesis.
But the more he screamed out the more he was reminded of the words of the "Purposeless Wanderer". He wanted to prove it wrong. He wanted to show that his mind was his and would bend to his will.
He tried to clear his head of all negative thoughts. But as his soul tore apart his head was constantly cluttered with negativity. His mind's pursuit was nonstop.
It kept going shredding through his own will. He could feel it eating at the divinity of his soul. He thought of it to stop. He asked it to stop. He commanded it to stop. It never did.
Relentless in it's hunger. It ignored the reins that held it back. It avoided the order of it's master. Genesis's soul was reducing in every passing second.
It looked like his entire being was to be erased by his mind. It was almost over until his soul's divinity felt threatened for the first time. And in doing so it took action, overpowering his mind.
His soul took its rightful place in the system of a person body being. The top. Thanks to this awakening Genesis was shown the secrets of the body. With his divinity guiding his advance of knowledge he was shown how a being was made.
The soul was the commander of the person's feelings, morality and the part of the being that ordered the mind. A special part of the soul was that it had no physical manifestation. Unlike the mind, but the mind was different in more ways than one.
The mind was complex. The part responsible for clear and concise thinking without letting emotions getting in the way. If not for the soul the mind would make a person the perfect animal. Selfish and only caring for its well-being.
If the mind could ruin someone else's ambitions and plans it would. It only sees others as competition for being at the top of the world. A terrible aspect to have as a person, but not as a human.
Because of the mind and soul's qualities. One would except that they would fight over the commanding of the body. Instead they work in harmony, perfect harmony. As if they were created before the body was and were trained together in many trials and difficulties.
Then there was the body. Basic and simple. But nonetheless a master to the former and latter, but a puppet for them as well. A toy that carried the fear of a weapon. That would be the best description of the body.
When Genesis came out of the bathing room he saw the world in a different language. He felt more superior to the world in fact, vastly superior. But fate put him in his place.
As the feeling of superiority washed over him, drowning him in the indescribable notion that he should rule everything. He fell right on his face, making his nose bleed just barely. When he was brought to the ground, he was brought back to the thought of being a normal person.
He stood up wiping the blood from slightly below his nose and wiped it on his dirty sweatpants. It was then time to go back to the fortress. Genesis quickly noticed a man standing there with a sword and shield.
The man was attempting to infiltrate the fortress on the basis that he went to the washroom. Genesis cut through his lies as he had just previously been in the bathroom. And that none of their swordsmen carried shields.
Genesis approached the man carefully, letting the man think he was safe. Genesis passed the man liking a blind ghost... them his sword flew out from hilt and into his hand. Genesis struck the man's oncoming sneak attack.
A battle was on. Between Genesis and this other random man who was averagely built. This was his chance to prove himself and his comrades that he was worthy of being among them. He clashed swords with the man. Slicing with simplicity but effectiveness.
The man tried to block with his shield, Genesis swung harder. It was clear the enemy was being held back by the disadvantage of using only hand on the sword. Instead of Genesis's two hands. Nevertheless the victory was still overwhelming.
It almost seemed like a product of his bad luck turning arpund. He felt powerful. For the first time in his life he was the one who decided not someone else. This power came with a soul that was of utter purity. The epitome of purity. That was what his soul was now.
He felt it coursing through his veins as he was in external war and the "paint" of the "Purposeless Wanderer" and his own "paint" mixed. They're brushes stroking the blank sheet. They harmonised into the art that was his soul.
He felt that his soul was being rejuvenated. As a product of the divinity? One may never know. The inevitable battle had now finished. The man who had now been beaten lied on the ground. Genesis picked him up and flung him over his shoulder.
He was like a pirate coming back with a great bounty. A hunter coming back with the most formidable prey. He entered the fortress to present the king his catch and the king applauded him and gave him praise. Praise he deserved. Praise that fulfilled him and gave him motivation.
Genesis walked over to his companion who noticed his change. In the way the world interacted with him. And the way he was nestled by the world.
"Your like, different man. Like really really different."
Lautaro pronounced.
"Spending time in your own mind with your thoughts made to harm you makes you different I suppose."
Genesis counteracted with a diversion.
"I guess it does. How did it feel? The dying and all you had to go through."
Lautaro asked with a sorrow.
"It felt horrible, being betrayed by your mind and your very thoughts then having a plane thrown at you. Then ending your life twice, as a creature as vile as the devil watched you... but the absolute worst part was not being able to think at all."
Genesis said with more anger and hatred for the Agents.
"I'm glad they're gone, all the Agents are gone and if I ever see an Agent again it's on sight."
Genesis said with a conviction.
Lautaro left him alone as it was time to train. The training session was a lot different this time. When Genesis saw it he chuckled. The man he had defeated was stripped of his armor and only a held his sword and shield in his right and left hand respectively.
It was first Sephina's turn he saw a bright smile and a sign of joy in her ocean eyes. He felt that she was fit to be blessed. Maybe Genesis could share a portion of his soul with her.
'No! When did I start to think like that. He didn't know Sephina. In this world he had to be careful choosing allies and friends. Lautaro was the only he friend he had here.'
Genesis silently pondered.
As she stepped to the battlefield the man dashed for the exit. Sephina easily shot his chest with amazing accuracy and power. Defeating the man.
Next it was Allus's turn. As much as Genesis did not like Allus he had to say he liked the way he thought. As soon as the man was brought to the battlefield Allus dropped his weapon and brutally beat the man into submission.
Genesis was enjoying this as it was some sort of comedic relief. It was interesting to see the different ways the man tried to avoid his penance and the ways they gave it to him.
After Allus it was Lautaro's turn as the man finally decided to fight back. His attempt was most definitely the most futile one out of all of them. He swung his sword which Lautaro nimbly avoided and he struck in a zombie like manner, a strike of havoc. The strike put the man into unconsciousness for a few hours, until he woke up from his escape of reality. The more the man was beaten the louder he screamed for the other team to here it.
The other team had to rescue their spy as their attempt obviously failed. They came to the border and exchanged the man for a treaty. The other team bargained as it was almost time for the border to close and they settled for the man for 2 more days of protection.
After the deal was made the fire shut down any connection from the blue team to the other team. As a result of the mans foolishness they managed to be free from assault for 3 more days.