The old man’s right hand pierced through the fleshly walls of the tower. His right hand flickered, turning transparent, his skin shifting into a translucent form, as he claws his way out of the flesh.

“Looks like you are still full of surprise,” the Bone-face figure said.

The man was on his forties yet his muscles were stern, stiff, and didn’t look like a withering tree. His face was rugged, his beard dyed with the waste of the tower’s flesh.

“What does an Ancient one have against this nobody?” He asked.

“Nobody?” He held his non-existent stomach. “Is the man who reached the peak of my Walkers still saying that? You, who have fought the devils and walked farther than anyone could? You would still say that you are a nobody? Just a nobody that fought his way through all of it?”

“I am nobody,” he said. “I’ve never felt that I was a special or thought I was better than anyone. Still, why does a bony bastard like you still exist? Why are you still alive when you can’t reach your lady?”

He stood with his arms wide open. “Tell me, at least I fucking tried fighting for what I want! What about you, huh? You are a bastard who can’t even find his woman in this damn world! Do you even love your woman? Or this just pretense of what you want to do in this damnable world? You want to us like puppets to your string!? Is that what you want from us you ancient bastard!”

“It seems you got your bark back. So, are you going bit me now?” He said. “Or are you just going to nag me about things that you cannot do as well? Look at you, acting so brave after getting some miracle again. So are you angry about what I did now?”

“Everything is only as it is. I cannot turn back the time or could say that I’m sorry for how things went. But I can destroy the one responsible for the misery that happened here.”

“You? Destroy me? It seems you forgot your master here.”

“I serve no one but myself. You of all the people in this world should know that well. I don’t know about you or what you truly want in this world. But I ask you this. Is this life you sustain the only life you have? Because this would be easy if it is, Ancient.”

“I think you went crazy.”

Rope-like limbs burst out of the tower made of flesh. They became spears that instantly flew to the place where he was standing. He didn’t move, his eyes barely moving as the limbs passed through his translucent body. The Ancient one pulled the limbs back with his bony finger.

“I see. It looks like someone gave in-”

He couldn’t finish his words when a fist broke the bones on his right cheek. He couldn’t even move his own body as he was grabbed by the neck and hit right on the forehead.

“I always go for the kill when I fight. When you have enemies that are despairing. You’d learn how to kill faster. I never enjoyed doing and I never will. Even though I want to kill you; I do not feel any hatred against you. What are your intentions?”

“Intentions?” The Ancient said. “Do I need a reason to feed my existence?”

“You are no one, aren’t you? Even the old revenant won’t stoop so low to this kind of behavior. Ah, a fake?”

“Says the guy who had many names?”

“You got me on that, still,” he smiled wickedly. “If you aren’t the Revenant that kept me alive then this won’t be ending well for you, friend. I’ve enough of this and the time for passiveness is over. There is only war and you will be the first one that will die!”

“The Ancient One moved his bony hand. He arrived in front of the Ancient being, his fist landing straight on his jaw. The Ancient Being swipe his claws, he blocked and elbowed the Ancient right in the chest. The Ancient Being tried to keep his footing, however, a haymaker followed him.

“You-”

The Ancient Being could not even speak as he pounced the Ancient Being. He pinned the Ancient Being on the ground, the being could only block as he was being attacked without stopping.

“What happen to you!”

His body became translucent, his skin became ghostly and his fist would hit without fail. Every time he attacks his fist would phase through the physical body of the Ancient Being. He held the Ancient being with his right hand. His ghostly right arm holding the Ancient Being by the neck.

“They created a monster out of me. I never wanted to be one but I have no choice now. If I want to be free from this everlasting comedy. Then I have no choice but to act as I see fit. This is what you wanted from me from all the start!? You granted me hope only to drop me down the pits of despair! You gave me love but use it lure me into your bidding! Being used again and again by all of you sickens me! You, I don’t know what you are fighting for or why you are here for. It doesn’t matter now. Congratulations, you witnessed the birth of a hateful man that wants the sweet release of death. You are the witness to the man who truly has nothing to lose.”

His smile was that of a devil. It was a helpless smile that showed no joy nor sadness. The other half of his face was that of a ghostly skull and the right side of his face remained that of flesh. The flesh side of this man started crying while his ghostly part broke the neck of the Ancient Being. His soul being fed to him. The thoughts and memories of the soul crushed and what it left was the essence that made his soul burn as if poured with gasoline.

There were still enemies around the landscape. He could hear the flying machines flying up and saw their banner. His body became fully translucent, and slowly he became a ghost, the human flesh part of him covered in ghostly matter. His eyes looking far away while staring at the Banners of the Alician.