The Universe Is Innately Just 313 A Familiar Renewal Part Four

As soon as they laid their eyes on Fell's eyes, the soldiers felt a thug in their heart as they felt as though their mind was absorbing the internal conflict face by the black haired man.

His calm demeanor only accentuated the strangeness of mounting one of the creatures that had raged destruction in their streets.

Ronnie had been flying over the nearby factories. Waiting for a good opportunity with the other MechSuit, but the conversation that entered his ears caused a jitter to course through his body. The voice of the mysterious individual, in particular, caused his eyes to turn muddy as the past police officer felt memories of his past resurface.

Without being ordered, his mind forced his body to gradually advance toward the position where his leader and the unknown man were speaking. And before long, the view of the highway once again entered his sight.

Under his helmet, Ronnie's facial expression changed as he stared at the man standing in front of Leove. The youthful face and the long black hair made numerous of his memory resurfaced.

Memories that could be traced back to their current location, the Factory District.

"You…?!", he muttered in shock as he landed next to Leove. The leader of soldier's squad looked at him in surprise; the look in his eyes urged the armored soldier to explain himself.

Psssht!

The sound of depressurizing hummed silently in the void highway, and when Ronnie's sight landed on Fell, he noticed that the young man was also staring at him. A puzzled gaze marked his face, one that obviously showed the effort the youth was putting in trying to remember him.

Ronnie's face changed from surprise to anger, especially when he saw the towering creature behaving quietly in the distance. And that strange scene caused the tired Ronnie to feel as though his emotions were boiling inside of his body.

The squad leader's lips opened slightly, he didn't know if he should let Ronnie speak when he noticed the emotion flas.h.i.+ng in his face. But his instinct told that the- now- known stranger was interested in what Ronnie was going to say as much as they wanted to know it too.

"Where have you been!?", the young soldier roared at the top of his lung; Causing the rest of his squad to blank from surprise.

"Where were you when we were defending the city?", he added with his eyes acquiring a red tinge due to his emotional disturbance.

Miserable expression flashed on the face of the individual part of the armed force, and caused the fresh painful memory of the doomed main district resurfaced in the pond of their memories.

The same memory they had tried their best on ignoring and moving on had been kindled by Ronnie's word, causing deadly silence that basked the highway in a gloomy atmosphere.

Ronnie have buckled and sheltered the emotion he had ama.s.sed due to today's long and painful experience. And under seeing Fell's sight, it was as though he found a leeway to releasing his pent up stress.

Seeing that Fell wasn't responding, and was only looking at him with a strange cloudy gaze, the soldier didn't stop and continued adding layer of his fresh bitterness.

"Why did you disappear the moment the city needed you the most?", his voice turned rough at the end, and his eyes had reddened to the point where his gaze could light a candle. Then, it died down, as Ronnie's rage ended after a short outburst as though the mortal soldier had remembered that some event couldn't be stopped by a single individual.

"You are strong… And I don't know why, but I feel as though you're even stronger than before…", he added as his head dropped low. Ronnie's eyes were locked on the gray asphalt paving the highway, and he fell silent for a short amount of time before adding in a near silent voice. "Sadly, it isn't the same for all of us…", he muttered before backing away.

Metallic parts of his MechSuit dropped on the ground with a thud, as the young soldier unequipped his armor near the vehicle before entering it. Fell saw the scene unravel in front of him without letting a word out of his slightly opened lips.

A painful sigh escaped his throat, as he felt himself even more out of place than before. He tried responding to the pain apparent in the man's words, but found nothing to say as he was clearly knowledgeable enough to know that a 'sorry' wouldn't change what had already happened.

Blood had already been spilled on the steely ground of their city, and that truth would stay unchanged for the rest of their life. Cultivator were G.o.dly ent.i.ties, but sadly, none of them was capable of changing the past as time only flowed in one direction. That rule was the only rule that couldn't be broken, as it represented the highest pinnacle of strength in the universe.

But that fact was unknown to the majority of cultivator, except for the one standing in the peak of their cultivation path. And even to them, reverting time to the past was an obscure legend they only heard from their ancestors.

Thankfully, and sadly, that legend wasn't known by the citizens of New Casablanca, making it easier for them to accept the harsh reality that jostled their life out of its past tranquility.

Leove's mind worked at lightning speed, trying to piece the information he had received from Ronnie's word. His gaze landed on the silent black haired cultivator, and it suddenly clicked in his mind as though everything was logical.

"You're the one…", Leove muttered in a soft voice that entered the young cultivator's ear with ease.

Fell turned toward, interested by the words that just escaped the soldier's lips. His eyes glowed as he clearly expressed his desire to know the end of that sentence, and that expression didn't leave Leove's experimented eyes.

"It looks like something happened to you…", Leove exclaimed while looking straight at Fell's eyes. "You're that guys, Fell. That cultivator that shared with us the incoming danger of the army of beast…", he ended in one go before breaking sight with him as he couldn't afford to continue looking straight at the black haired man.

It was as though the current situation represented too much excitement to Fell's soul, causing minute part of his power to spill out of his Soul Palace and escape his control. Impacting the senses of the individual that happened to meet his gaze during that time.

A few seconds pa.s.sed as Fell seemed to be physically having trouble to remember his past. The event Leove and Ronnie had spoke about seemed to have come from the realm of fantasy, but everything he had seen since his awakening caused him to trust their word as being real.

A harsh truth that made the cultivator feel even more down, especially when he saw how uncaring he actually was in front of the many death. Part of his soul wept about the numerous death he had inadvertently caused due to his own death, but his being and ego were unfazed by them.

"Sir Cultivator.", exclaimed Leove as he noticed that the man in front of him had fallen silent for a long period of time. "We're going back to the Core. Didn't you say it was your home town?", he added with a smile that didn't hide the interest he had for the man. "Why not make the rest of the travel with us?", his body moved to the side as one his arm showed the vehicle behind him in an inviting way.

Fell nodded mindlessly, causing Leove's eyes to lit up.

In times like these, getting to know a strong individual could be the decisive force in surviving the incoming hurdle or staying alive. Who knows, he might even acquire a martial technique or two if he managed to befriend him around a cheerful drink.

But what happened next caused a wry smile to appear in the face of the calculative Leove.

Fell turned around, and began slowly making his way toward the towering creature.

He acted as if he hadn't understood Leove's gesture, but in reality, his action were just a way to distance himself from them. He had sensed the mixed feeling every soldier had toward him.

Strength came with many privilege, but sadly caused even more expectancy from the other. He felt as though his absence from the battlefield had turned into a lack of responsibility, one that made him want to distance himself from them even more.

And to top it off, that conversation had made the cultivator strangely tired.

Not physically, nor from any of his source of strength, but mentally and emotionally due to having known more about his past relations.

"What a pain…", Fell mumbled while gazing at the grey sky covering the endless sea of factory. Behind him, the vehicle had already resumed its journey, albeit slower as it seem Leove had made it so they wouldn't distance themselves too much from the towering creature.