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My name is Dexter,
๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ธ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง.
I don't know what
made me the way I
am, but...
Whatever it was left a ๐๐ค๐ก๐ก๐ค๐ฌ place inside.
Is that so? A declaration like that may be interpreted as *obsession* in some circles.
[ The slightest possible smirk begins to grow upon his face.
...Was he *teasing* her? ]
@peachspion already present, as he was fully intending on battling his way through this forest regardless, and was preemptive in his planning.
ใ I suppose it's time we charge on in, then... ใ
[ @peachspion. ]
Within the all-encompassing, overwhelming splendor of Helheim's Forest, the supposed "salvation of humanity" lies within. To Ryoma, their evolution. To Kazuraba, they are beings to... "form bonds with", to seek companionship with. Such trivialities wereโโ
@peachspion what we'd refer to as a castle.
ใ Not much further, it seems, ใhe returns. The group before them would clearly be of no concern, but he doubted they'd get much time to be sneaky once they started this, removing his Lockseed from his jacket. The Driver, thankfully, wasโโ
@peachspion his mind.
ใ If I can train my body to grow accustomed to the negative effects of a power like that โ make it my own, then I see no limit to what I can achieve. ใ
With his ambition laid bare, he continues pressing onward to achieve just that.
@peachspion ใ very same forces that Ryoma is so up-in-arms over.ใ
He pauses. He recalls the strain of the Lockseed on his body, the corrosion that came with that very power. It was unstable, unrefined, and the sole reason as to why he remained as he is now was due to the strength ofโโ
merely become another wall to overcome on his path to the very top. Pushing past various branches, navigating overgrown flora and extraterrestrial fruits, he continues their trek through the infinite land of a civilization long gone.
ใ It must be close, now... ใHeโโ