Arriving to Traverse Town is no simple task. For Medyas, it required copious amounts of faith in both its existence and the objectivity of a dream. How does one go about convincing the waking mind of a dream’s credibility? The claw marks on his arm, painful as it was, may have been the most important key connecting him to the Chirithy’s plea. The injury ensured that he would remember the dream while lending itself to proper consideration. Once the dream is brought into focus as a subject worth scrutiny, its contents then become plausible -such as the existence of Traverse Town.

“Alright, so you’re real.”

Medyas sighed as he observed the shadows brewing in the distance. He had learned to identify precursor signs of Demon Towers, which tend to rise off the foam of shadows bubbling in the distance. He had just finished tightening a scrap of cloth around his wound, which he retrieved from one of his many scavenges amidst would-be villages. After all, if worlds can be defined by the buildings within them, then they must also be defined by the contents of those building; like the drawstring bag hanging off his left shoulder, full of practical items and materials -or the sea-salt ice cream hanging from his lips.

Wait… Sea-salt ice cream? How, you ask? Okay, well… If there were ever a silver lining to living in the Realm of Darkness it was perhaps the Realm’s tendency to maintain the memory of the worlds within it; which may explain the absence of flowing time. At least, that’s how Medyas explained why items tend to ‘respawn’ some ‘time’ after he had removed it. He believed the world was attempting to preserve the state in which it was consumed by darkness. Its solution to entropy was simply to replace the consumed item. And if time does not flow, then ice can’t melt. Plain English? Infinite ice cream glitch.

Alas, ice cream was not the only item stored in his drawstring, some of them were highly flammable… The Demon Tower was now at full bloom and his light allured them like a thousand moths with beady yellow eyes. Haste! Medyas burst into a sprint on the cobblestone path heading directly towards the Demon Tower that yearned to consume him. If they wanted to eat some light, Medyas would provide them with a feast! He had scored a bottle of lighter fluid from a soup kitchen nearby, which he now chugged between strides.

Fire! Medyas discharged the fluid from his mouth and leapt diagonally in-line with the stream of flames of his creation. The Demon Tower was as agile as it was powerful, and it would engulf any airborne object without proper obstruction. Hence, the line of fire Medyas drew prompted the Demon Tower to evade by ducking underneath; therefore, clearing the path above for safe passage. The guardian of light grasped onto a floating horizontal lamppost and exploited his momentum to pivot around the rod and land on his feet above it. He was not yet safe from the heartless onslaught, however, the maneuver provided additional time to pick up his train of thought.

“…but how do I get there?”

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Abilities Used

Haste
Target receives a speed boost. It allows a higher chance for your attacks to make contact with your enemy. OR Cooldowns (except Haste or similar powers) are reduced by 1 per turn.
[Duration: 2 posts OR 1 | Cooldown: 4 posts]

Fire
A ball of flame is launched at the target. Deals low fire damage.
[Cooldown: 1 post]