Swish!
I materialized into existence a foot above the ground before landing on my feet safely. I loosened the seals of my helmet and with a hiss, the airtight atmosphere around my head rushed out of meet the morning winter air. There was nothing better than taking off our helmet after wearing it for so long; after awhile it gets stifling and, under extreme conditions, unbearable. Nothing spoke more volumes than feeling the fresh air sensate your head.
I took in a breath, confirming it: Cold, just like on Felwinter Peak.
Paledon had followed suit and did the same, removed his helmet.
Shrugging off the cold, the familiar surroundings of the Tower swam into my vision. It had been a while (as you probably know by now) since I left this place. Coming back home after …show more content…
Panic rose like the bile in my body, and for a brief moment, speaking was foreign to me, as was walking. I was frozen in place with my eyes glued to Paledon. Each breath was like inhaling fire. He took notice of my nervous breakdown.
The Vanguards don’t like disobedience. They like order. They give you a directive and you better haul ass to do said directive until it’s done.
Paledon grabbed my clammy hands. Squeezed them. Felt them. Scuffed them. “Hello? Hunter, look at me.”
With his hands in my own, it felt as though all the worries in the world had vanished like a flame being extinguished by the gentle wind. I mustered the courage to look up at the one whom I admired and sought as my friend.
“Don't worry, everything will be fine,” he said. “When we go tell the Vanguard what happened, you let me do the talking. You don’t have to say anything, I promise.” His voice wasn’t as intimidating or loud like it usually was; it was soft and reassuring which somehow put me at ease. He seemed to take notice of it with a smile. “Now go get some rest and get that Boomer sorted out. We’ll meet up
I materialized into existence a foot above the ground before landing on my feet safely. I loosened the seals of my helmet and with a hiss, the airtight atmosphere around my head rushed out of meet the morning winter air. There was nothing better than taking off our helmet after wearing it for so long; after awhile it gets stifling and, under extreme conditions, unbearable. Nothing spoke more volumes than feeling the fresh air sensate your head.
I took in a breath, confirming it: Cold, just like on Felwinter Peak.
Paledon had followed suit and did the same, removed his helmet.
Shrugging off the cold, the familiar surroundings of the Tower swam into my vision. It had been a while (as you probably know by now) since I left this place. Coming back home after …show more content…
Panic rose like the bile in my body, and for a brief moment, speaking was foreign to me, as was walking. I was frozen in place with my eyes glued to Paledon. Each breath was like inhaling fire. He took notice of my nervous breakdown.
The Vanguards don’t like disobedience. They like order. They give you a directive and you better haul ass to do said directive until it’s done.
Paledon grabbed my clammy hands. Squeezed them. Felt them. Scuffed them. “Hello? Hunter, look at me.”
With his hands in my own, it felt as though all the worries in the world had vanished like a flame being extinguished by the gentle wind. I mustered the courage to look up at the one whom I admired and sought as my friend.
“Don't worry, everything will be fine,” he said. “When we go tell the Vanguard what happened, you let me do the talking. You don’t have to say anything, I promise.” His voice wasn’t as intimidating or loud like it usually was; it was soft and reassuring which somehow put me at ease. He seemed to take notice of it with a smile. “Now go get some rest and get that Boomer sorted out. We’ll meet up