Epicurus doesn't even look at them.
He simply continues speaking, voice steady, almost conversational.
"We've got this new fighter, seventeen years old. Lazy kid, but his sword burns hotter than five thousand degrees."
"He gave me this scar" Epicurus showed the scars on his torso.
"I don't like him very much..."
"But now that Mori is dead I can't do any more politics to give anyone else rank 7 "he" is undoubtedly going to get it, even though he doesn't want it or deserve it."
"So what exactly do I do?"
"My lieutenants are too young and not ready, they simply aren't elite guard level. "
"So, I'm out of options."
He shrugs casually.
Not once does he look at them. Not once does he act like they exist.
Vera doesn't think. She can't.
She tri-, she tries to force her mind to form a single clear thought, but the panic crushes everything.
Epicurus: "Wait lol."
The words fall apart in her mouth. She stutters, chest trembling, tears already spilling. 'I can't say that. I can't. If I say it, I'll die.'
Epicurus: "Did you pee yourself? Sorry wait, Im taking a picture lol."
Snap*
Epicurus smiles, "Posting this on my snap later."
Her voice cracks into a whisper, shaking uncontrollably. "I know he'll kill me. I know it. He doesn't care. He singlehandedly defeated the entire national guard for Canada and killed their President. We don't stand a chance.
He's known for his abilities in 1 on 1 combat.
Vera tries to speak, Kage completely is shut out of the conversation. Stiff like a board in fear his body wasnt even capable of shaking.
As the corpses on the wall emit sound.
Petera mumbles still consious, "Help me, Vera, please."
ARRRURGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Epicurus screams in panic.
"WHY ARE THE THEY TALKING!!!"
"ARE THEY ZOMBIESSS???"
Epicurus takes out a gun as he shoots all 6 rounds into the corpses.
~just kidding
He ignores her pleas, as Vera hyperventilates on the floor.
"Im sorry im being really immature, Im not usually like this. Its cringe, Im just mentally in a really bad place right now. I hope you understand, I'll just get on with it."
As Epicurus pulls for his other weapon he puts his phone away, stepping closer to Osprey's body, voice folding into a quieter shape. "Piss girl, Idiot face, Am I not worth talking to. You've been ignoring me this entire time?"
As Epicurus kicks the ever living fuck out of Osprey's unconscious body his bandages instantly turn dark red. "So your just gonna ignore me too Elite Gaurd Rank 0" he asked, as though the dead could answer him.
As he continued to stomp Osprey out a small pool of blood starts to form.
"Well this is dissapointing, I didnt even want to be here. What if 1 of my 5 million followers saw me? But Darkened rage baited me so hard I had no choice but to prove myself." he bites his fingers nervously.
Sigh.
"Just close your eyes," he whispered, "Think of it as sleep. I promise—it won't hurt."
He drew for his blade.
Mr. N walks forward.
Epicurus freezes
DEAD.
The word hangs there, plastered across the atmosphere like a command written into the sky.
A pen dragged across the world's page, rewriting existence itself with one stroke.
Epicurus sees a vision.
A giant marker seemed to flash across his face, scribbling words into the air itself: "I fear I am becoming the wolf."
Mr. N continued walking forward
Epicurus looked.
Mr. N kept walking "I will command a great and terrible army.
This world is simply a landmark on my list."
"When I was born I was promised the world. "
His smile was almost gentle.
"But what kind of man would I be to settle for what I was promised?"
No
Man.
No man At All