A step towards the alluring green flames had crossed the line within the circling field of which uncountable piles of grave-like moisting ground, only praising the flames deaming Divinity.

  William grasps his revolver, both hands tied towards the revolver's grip. Facing down, ready to be used while walking closer towards the sways of eldritch-green blooms of flames before him, while his mind sheltered yet ready to face "it".

  One step, two step, three step. Eventually, Ten steps were counted.

  Shaaaaa

  A voice, simmilar to the pair of eyes from the fog-filled forest. Though, this time, the sound weaved it's voice like grains of sand.

  Following the sand-fall's melodious rhythm, he tilted his head retracting his gaze towards it.

  He looked back—turning his body, followed by an unyielding gaze that spoke "Bring it!".

  Then, before him... He Saw it.

  Weaves of flying dust that formed a flawless smoothes of spirall. It was as if a storm had just formed itself before him.

  However, what came forth, William had thought to be more terrifying than a mere storm. A fear equivalent to facing a hurricane as a mere Man.

  The weaves of dust that formed a union of fencing spiralls formed a silhouette of dark-brown skin. It's body was skinny, to say the least, though tall of which a man could hopelessly in prays of achieving such heights.

  Though... One petruding part of it's form was the one that had conjured William's mortifying scenes in flashbacks of which he had faced before.

  Yes... It was it's face, the face that held the expression of shock, then tainted by feels of unyielding unemotionality followed by the steadfast of it's unyielding yet uncanny expression.

  It's wide eyes... Yes, he had remembered it well—too well infact.

  The last time he's seen it, "it" was standing before the flames as it had gloved "it's" body in a dive of shadows whilst gushes of Crimson red blood scowered from the wounds of his arms like kettle's pourings towards a tattered teapot.

  He was hopeless within the time before his first death.

  However...

  This time, William had discovered fate's enactment. Or rather... Would it be better to call it one of fate's "Routes" of which guaranteed an unrivaling survival of death-neglecting Inevitability.

  But even then, what he posesses were merely wisdom of three Routes—two of which he had suffered a gruesome death, with the third being his current turn—however in this Route, his wisdom's worth doubled as he now discovers a way to pottentially kill the creature before him.

  Thus, the odds were of fifty—no, with "it's" physical capabilities, would fourty suffice?

  Though... Even then he was yet to be sure as his wisdom had yet to foresee his battle with "it".

  Therefore...

  The first step to beat it, is to even the odds of which would grasp the means of Victor.

  Thus, he stood before it.

  It's body had yet to make it's move. Still at a distance which even it's long limbs were unable to reach the surface of his skin.

  Thus, with not even a single time to spare, William pointed his revolver towards it.

  Bang!

  A Subtle thought conjured within his mind—no, a memory—a memory of when he had first encountered the smiling creature that fled not too long ago during his time inside the house where he had found the three items. A single shot, it was all it took to set it's body in ablaze of a surface-sanity.

  Though differed in terms of physical strength, it's stature was the utter resemblence of the one before him.

  Therefore...

  might a single shot suffice?

  Nay...

  As for the cause, after William had shot his revolver, there were two Subtle moments that ascended his heart towards a series of beating thuds.

  The first being the revolver's sudden recoil, along with the sparks that followed in chorus of it's firing ignition.

  Being his second time shooting a revolver, it was talent's tale of mastery of which deaming William's skills to be of that of a novice. Therefore, a catch of off guard represented by a cowarding flinch became inevitable followed by a slight blink.

  The second, being the time he had opened his eyes. There, a crawling sense on his left eye, though strangely differed in his right. A circle—no, a conoid?

  With a shade of black at the very center as it spreads through its surface, furthering a transition of shades through the Embrace of light of which uniting a motion of liquid-spread paint that bindered it's appearence, turning to transparent-gloss of seemingless glass fond that weaved in it's color, longing to vanish.

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  His eyes widened, further yielding the means of thoughts before the time had come.

  An instinctive "step back" courted his simple train of thought.

  A simple step back, revealed the conoid shape before him to be claws of "it's" arms.

  Up until recently, he had forgotten the physical capabilities of which this creature posesses.

  Yes... It was his mistake to consider its capabilities were of the same as the one he encountered not too long ago. Because of it, he had crossed a line of which an act of retreat would cease to suceed, as it was simply impossible.

  He had yet to learn any martial arts, let alone magic. Which rested upon an exclaim of the unability to use any of them.

  Though, the story would turn a different tale if it were to speak of the revolver he currently held in his hand. But even then, he had yet to grasp the revolver itself; it's function, origins, purpose—he had yet to grasp even a grain of it.

  In other words, his set of items, along with experiencs and teachings, aswell as battle experience, of which he currently needed the most, were at a range of "one" while the creature before him had undoubtably exceeded his capabilities—atleats in terms of physical capabilities.

  Therefore, the once probability that stood at fourty percent, reduced significantly to one, and William himself knew this.

  However, though his chance were slim, he was determined to face fate's endeavors as he prayed for its enactment once more.

  Its body leaned forward, arm stretched, aimed towards his head with speed as fast as a dashing projectile. Using the very edge of it's uncanny feet to spring itself towards him.

  A sudden thud from his heart, beating faster than ever before. Instincts soared like thunder's spark.

  Though William leaned back, his revolver aimed towards its what a human might call a "solar plexus".

  Bang!

  A shot from his inner instinct, a command of a "must" that bounded in "chance".

  It was a shot that he would forsee as a "chance".

  "Hk~!"

  As he fell, a sight that held his captivity painted it's uncanny motion towards him.

  "Kraaaaah!!!!"

  The sight brought about the same event that he had seen from the one before. It's skin preached on its sanity whilst desperately prospered in its escape from its body as bulge-deamed ripples as if something was trying to escape from inside it.

  Though the scene was simillar, the continuous motion of bulges had only embraced the skin of its left shoulder.

  However, rather than continuing teh events of strikes that stood as a reason for its arrival, a screeching high groans hence in its stead as it stepped slightly back from him.

  At this moment, whilst its attention had been fixated towards its wounds, groaning in pain, William Saw an opportunity that stood in "must", an opportunity that would allow him to kill it.

  He pointed his revolver towards it once more, this time with confidence that stood in steadfast.

  With trembling hands that erupted as of the beat of his heart.

  It was now or never!

  Bang!

  One shot.

  "Kraaaaaah!!"

  Bang!

  Two shots.

  "Kraaah-"

  Bang!

  Three shots, until eventually...

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Five shots were counted.

  By now, its body was no longer what it had used to be—no, it had become an entirely different creature.

  The desperating screams of its skin had become Frozen inplace, engraving a form of near-exploding bubles all over its body whilst covered in an unsightly green drops of liquid.

  'blood?'

  From which a body that would travel through mile long distances with ease whilst maintaing a speed of wind to a body of which even a single step would cause gushes of blood to erupted from its mouth.

  Even now, huffs of desperating inhales and exhales played a turmoil motion.

  A feeling of pity formed within William's heart. Whilst it had become a cause of one of its death, his thoughts that were fixated towards "helping" had courted towards the reason of "routes", therefore a feel of pitty seemed accepttable for him.

  Though possesing a mental state of which would be called "abnormal" considering the case of his death's which he had brushed of as if enacting simple sweeps towards gatherings dust, even before his transmigration, he posesses a feeble heart towards a living with a sorry-state even creatures such as this.

  However, a feeling of "pity" would only be a burden for "survival" had scowered Ten-fold by the burdening means of "success". Those simple reasons were enough for him to cross the seven seas

  Therefore...

  "I'm sorry..."

  Bang!

  The revolver's spark... Ignited for the final time.

  "Kraaaaaaah!!"

  A screech of yearning pain echoed through the air like tides of beseaching wind. By now, it had already lost its balance that once stood as a case that seemed unpetruding towards it, though now it yields on the brink of its stance of its one unyielding steadfast.

  Eventually, its bloating body... Burst its uncanny gushes of green through the field of which he had once stood, furthering decaying the field around it that touched even a feeble substance of it.

  "Kraaaah!! Krahhhhh!! KRAHHHH!!"

  It continued to screech. Though in a showing of its Vanguard and sheers of daunting endeavors of which a fulfillment of a "must" tainted its command within its mind, it stretched its arms towards him yet again.

  It slowly walked towards him—simple steps yet filled with Will.

  It's claws rested before his eyes which stood at a distance range of an ant before finally.

  Thud

  It fell.

  Its eyes dyed in Crimson black, revealing no seeking trace of it's pupils.

  William sighed in relief as sat on the moist ground beneath him.

  "Sigh... I did it..." He murmured.

  Moments later, its unsightly tattered body weaved an Essence of dust, further becoming it, heaved in towards the flames that stood beside it.

  Then, the flame that once stood in a legatuous motion, now weaved in heaves of crescendo.

  Its form eventually ascended upon the edges of a rectangular door which stood far beyond his height, then painted graphics of cave manic scriptures.

  'a door?'

  His hand stretched towards its carved surface.

  Thrn suddenly, as his hands had caressed its surface, the very world around him immediately deamed as a void of black.

  'w-what...'

  Then, heaves of gun-metal-gray fog weaved in hence of its singular existance, gathering like clouds of an ever-forming storm.

  The mist formed a silhouette. Though unlike the uncanny grains of fencing dust that had formed in means to sculp an uncanny stature, but a silhouette of a man.

  With a tilting head, aman that with a round edged hat, classic suit, complimented by an oak-brown cane being held by his right hand, whilst his left withdrew in a gentlemanian stance as he walked towards him, appearing as if a play of a theatric stage of a man that stood i sophistication, though masked as sositess monsieur before him.

  Because of his tilted head, his face was covered by the hat's edge, therefore William could merely see his stature, rather tahn his body.

  A sense of limitless mysticsm lingered on about through the air, petrudingly upon the man's descending presence.

  "W-who are you...?"

  "Who am i...?" The man replied.

  Then, the man tilted his head up, now facing William.

  William's eyes grew wide yet again as he sees teh appearence of his face to be nothing but a mist that had taken the shape of an ovalic shape.

  "I go by many names"

  The man doused his hat, withdrawing it towards his chest in a greeting manner.

  "You may call me Mr. Fog"