The Game

"Are you serious right now? Fight the Sky lord? Hell, I don't even know who the sky lord is. Why will I fight the sky lord?!"

Raith threw a series of flustered gesture, frowning at Hans at the end of it. The perfect plan he had etched was to live peacefully without any trouble from anywhere, not alerting Thard - Harl and somehow finding his way back home to Earth.

But right now, these bunch of lifeless living have gone ahead to ruin his plan. Raith felt like beating the hell out of Hans. In fact he stared at him and almost spilled some bloodlust.

Hans quickly avoided Raith's intense gaze. He lowered his head and mumbled dejectedly.

"I'm sorry."

Like that was going to fix anything. Raith raised his head and covered his face with his palm.

'What do I do? What do I do?'

There was nothing to do?

'Do I run?'

That was not an option. Run to where? To whom?