'Run! Run! Run! Just run!'

  Faints of loud thoughts courted his mind towards it's orders like myths of sirens.

  William ran. As fast as he could, never looking back.

  The reason?

  Behind him crawled a tall creature with limbs too long of that to measely measure. It held a smiling expression—a smile that had stretched impossibly far, atleast that he had known of.

  Though different, he had realized the simmilarity between "it" and the creature beside the flames.

  Yes... How could he forget.

  Those Palms had matched too well with the ones that had pierced him before.

  William turned, facing teh creature with a revolver held before it.

  He pulled the trigger.

  Bang!

  "Aahhahaagahah" it cried, with it's hands along with it's purple scar that had been left, were shaking.

  The scar slowly decayed to the air as the creature held it's injured hands as though it had been bleeding.

  Then, as it had been fixated towards it's scar, specifically the scar that William had shot through, he spared no time for it's regeneration. Though ofcourse, he himself did not know if it was able to.

  Bang!

  Dust of foreign green debris rumbled the air of which the bullet had traveled through. Causing lingers of unknown fog colored eldritch green to feather through like weaving clouds of steam.

  Almost immediately, the once composed stature of the creature before him deemed Insanity as it's skin scowered uncontrollably. He could tell that the creature itself was no longer in controll of it's own body as he could see it's smile turned to a frown of painted grief.

  It's skin's movements were like sparks of ignition. though instead of a regular form of form and break, it's sparks were united, trying to escape as if traveled in itself as it wove in consequences of pain at every weaving second.

  Then, as if it had possesed it's movements, it had crawled between Walls and roofs, forcingly further distancing himself from William to the point of even William could no longer feel nor see it's presence.

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  At that moment, William thought:

  '...is it dead? Or has it simply retreated?'

  Either way, he had no controll of his answers. It's skin's scowerring behavior had not helped him in regards of the events that he had just seen.

  However, this was the first time he had seen the events that had just occurred. A simple thought of the fact that "it" had no controll revered amist his mind as a sign of "Dinempowered" towards "it".

  If it were true, then at this moment, he had found a way to kill, or atleast weaken "it" to the point of a moment or everlasting controll, and if possible, "it's" inevitable fate of death without any draw backs.

  William sighed in a showing presence of his idiocity, as well as grasping his breath and thoughts.

  'sigh... If i were to actually use the revolver—no, if i were to have shot even a single bullet towards the creature beside the flames, would i have lived that time?'

  Eitherway, wheather he had lived or died like he had, he would always gain something from it.

  A gist of "Knowledge"—no, would it be more fitting to call it a "Confirmed Divination"?

  [with every death, he would return to the past]. He had thought so because he himself had confirmed it recently.

  Though... Not in exact of his previous turn.

  'then... a "butterfly effect"?'

  Yes, a set of "changes" that differ the original time's setting motion. A time traveler's only drawback.

  Yes... This is what "Regression" trully is. How powerfull, and yet a horrifying thing.

  Thus, he is now certain:

  "I have the upper hand..."

  Or atleast towards the creature that lurks beyond the flames.

  His fears turned to favourness. Perhaps because he had found a way; a way to grasp the life of that wretched being.

  At that moment, he spared no time before going to teh center of the village once more where the flames that painted eldritch-green had rested.

  Perhaps he did not realize it before; the area—no, the simple field of which that surrounded the flames formed a perfect circle, where the fields that were within the circle were nothing more than decaying grounds where even the populate of herbs and crops were of naught. It was worse than the fields beyond it, even with teh herbs within the forest. It was colored light-brown, with textures that resembles that of a draught. In other words, a dead land.

  Though, despite it's decaying and unsettling nature, William's thoughts were fixated towards a hypothesis in regards of the circle.

  "This circle... Could it be..."

  A simple yet menacing circle, if it were a game, then anyone would have noticed right away what it meant.

  "Boss Area"

  An area of which if a player were to step within a certain lines area, a creature would appear in an instant.

  Ofcourse, this theory was a mere hypothesis, alligning the characteristics of an online game which William was once forced to play in order to entertain a patient. Though he himself was not too found with it, he had already grasp teh basic fundamentals regarding this.

  Thus, he deducted:

  'if this world had followed the fundamentals of a game which i have once played, then if i enter a space within this circle, the creature Will appear in an instant'

  Then, he exclaimed:

  'The "Routes" and now a "boss area"... this is far too simmilar to a game!'

  It was simmilar, too simmilar.

  At this point, if he were told that this place was a game, he would have a shroud of belief with fractions of doubt that would ponder within him as if a fight between waves of opposite travels.

  But then again, this was but a mere thought that followed on towards a steadung hipothesis, nothing more.

  Therefore, all he could do now was to find the "Routes" of which he would inevitably grasp the Victor.