After the death of Resident mind, a lot had changed.
Thousands were either scrambled or just killed entirely.
From here, maintaining Peacock city would be extremely difficult without the help of bloxxerman, but it was no matter.
Peacock city was a wasteland.
Hundreds wandered the streets of the metropolis, cars were crashing across the city and the streets were flaming. They watched as the man in blue surfaced with his spear and the pieces of his broken crown. In sheer anger, as he began walking towards the elevator for Peacock Peaks, they became aggressive and started charging at the prophet, however, he was prepared for this. He channeled a heavy strike, launching them backwards and stunning them. The elevator doors shut and the elevator began rising.
The prophet looked through the elevator window and into Peacock Peaks.
Thousands of people were slumped over, lifeless bodies scattered throughout the city like snow.
Others wandered the streets without thought, randomly smashing windows or banging on doors.
The prophet had no idea that Resident Mind controlled its people to this extent.
“What have I done?” He muttered under his breath.
Once he surfaced, he found but one scrambled man up at Peacock Peaks, whom he dealt with quickly.
The man lunged forward into the elevator.
The Prophet Clicked the -100th floor (downcast days) and dodged the attack, out into Peaks.
Instead of landing on the prophet, the aggravated man smacked his head face first into the elevator wall.
The door slammed shut, and began lowering the man into Downcast days.
Prophet walked over to wear the invader had slain Equinox, but, quite obviously, found nothing as his body had disintegrated into ash after his death.
Wait a second…
Was that an elevator?
The elevator doors opened and a huge blast of purple came with it. It knocked the prophet backwards and staggered him.
“FREEZE!”
Odd. A scrambler that could not only talk, but shoot a gun.
And accurately.
The prophet looked over at the attacker.
“What brings you to attack me?”
“Hm, I’m not sure, maybe the fact that you slaughtered over half of the population of Peacock city by killing their prayers?”
The man looked different.
He had a cowboy hat, a rifle and in his right hand, a cannon attached to his left elbow and a bunch of odd, purple grooves splashed onto his gray suit.
He was missing an eye.
Prophet knew that this man was not scrambled. He had shot the prophet in the single spot that would send him flying backwards like that in less than a second, and only having a single eye?
This man was not scrambled.
His deadly precision and ability to talk was too much for a scrambler to handle.
The prophet began to stand up, but the man pulled up his rifle to the Prophets head.
“Don’t try anything.” The man warned. The prophet was not fazed. He walked over to his spear and picked it up.
“I have slain the man that stole your prayers. Do you think you can best me in a fight?”
The man pulled the trigger on his rifle.
…
There was silence.
Then, in swift, but calm fury, the prophet slashed the attacker with a flurry of stabs. He summoned his servant to fight with him. The attacker executed a backflip and aimed his cannon.
The prophet launched his javelin, which plunged into the vestiges chest. However it oddly did not knock him back. the servant stabbed the attackers back and hoisted him up for the prophet, who charged a heavy strike. However, he intentionally swung the spear just out of reach.
“Checkmate,” the Prophet said with a sarcastic edge.
The servant pulled his weapon from the attackers back, dropping the attacker to his knees. The attacker fell over.
The prophet caught the man in his arms.
“Are you alright?”
The man grinned.
“Never better. I just got sliced into diced by your spear, impaled by your javelin, and backstabbed by your servant. Maybe I’m weak, but I’ll live. You’ve earned my respect, blue person.”
“You can call me prophet.”
“Alright then prophet, the names vestige.”
