Here's a little sneak peak, a preview of an upcoming work, a crossover between many canons, a collaborative project between me and many authors here, including of course, @NormalDudeWithaNormalLife and many more users here.
In order to avoid spoiler, I cannot explain the context in details, but we do include many great entities across the Backrooms. We can't show anything about the story, but I could share my own writing, about the battle scene that I've written for the Crimson Wanderer and the King of Normality yesterday. Yes, this is only the buildup before the actual battle. I did put that much details in my battles, because action genre is my forte.
Also, I'm not sure what category this belongs. The closest that we have here is the "Writing Critique" even though I'm not even here to get critique. Just sharing a teaser, that's all.
Anyway, enjoy~
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The warrior wait for an answer before the judgment, but then, a sharp whistle heard through the room, striking the knight with an astounding force. From the clouds of dust, a silhouette of a gentleman emerged, wielding an odd, anomalous spear.
“Not you too…” Crimson Wanderer said as he got up from the ruins. “King of Normality,” he called to the shapeshifting entity as they approached each other.
“Greetings, Wanderer. What a fascinating coincidence to meet you here,” King bowed.
“Cease your charade. I know very well that you’re here for a purpose,” Crimson spat at him.
“Why yes, of course. Perhaps, for the better good?” King shrugs. “I’ve heard enough from the Storyteller. About the Five Treasures… I couldn’t believe that they’re here, all along…”
Before he could continue, a surging heat interrupted as the Crimson Wanderer began to transform in such a gruesome manner. Metallic clatters rangs as his armor reshape, almost as if they’re part of his body, now awakened. Sinister red aura emanates, and red light glows from the opening of his blackened armor with burning rage and bloodlust.
“Not another word, King…” Crimson Wanderer warned, with a heavier voice akin to a beast. “Because one more word, and you’ll be a stain in my blade…”
An amused chuckle heard in response.
“Even if you never could beat me, Wanderer?” King taunted with a wide, maniacal smile.
“I warned you…” Crimson said as he clenched tight onto his sword, brandishing it with furious red gleam, almost as if hellish heat turned the steel incandescent. “One more word, and you’re gone!” A roar of rage shook the room, causing the chamber to tremble. The burning aura of the warrior grows and grows, consuming everything on the path. Yet, the King of Normality stood unchallenged, merely opening his arms, welcoming the battle as he manifested more and more weapons. There’s a moment of silence, before the showdown commences.
[ TO BE CONTINUED ]