Everything was dark, almost as if the entire world had been switched off.
And that's exactly what happened.
And it was your doing, as no puppet could ever move without its puppeteer. Yet, it felt as if you were his puppet all along, but was it really your fault for following his instructions? Or was it your intention to ruin this world from the start? It doesn't matter anymore, everything was dark.
The world was now purified.
But then, suddenly—a small sparkle of light broke through the darkness, like light at the end of a tunnel; only instead, it grew. It shone, as if something was sprouting from the surrounding void—something that shouldn't ever be meant to grow again. A new world was created, and naturally, a new purifier was also developed not long after the birth of the new world.
And you were also born again—but this world had now become your reality.
The Batter trekked through the man-made path of the first Zone. He held his bat low in his clutching grip, his legs working almost mechanically, pushing forward with one foot stepping in front of the other with the sole purpose of purifying the current Zone from its impurities.
He was born for that purpose. To purify, no less. And he will not tolerate any distractions that would deter him from completing his mission.
The familiar, chilling breeze brushed across his bland skin as he stood in front of a ledge overlooking the numerous buildings that the Zone had been littered with. Littered with Elsens. Littered with Spectres. His unmoving expression faltered at the nagging thought alone, that those Elsens were unknowingly in danger—prey to the unforgiving undead. It made him exasperated.
He took a step back from the ledge before turning around with an automatic spin of his heel, knowing that there was no point in standing here and watching unmoving scenery while every passing second mattered. He needed to go.
As he made his way towards the towering buildings in the foggy distance, he held his metal bat closer to himself, anchoring it over his shoulders as he moved with heavy footsteps. He was cautious of his surroundings, and rightfully so. He could get ambushed by spectres at any moment if they were granted the chance to do so, and that was practically guaranteed. Ever since he had taken a step into the first zone, he was encountering spectres after another, almost to the brink of fatigue. However, his determination to complete his mission never wavered, and he quickly believed that purifying the spectres was just an obstacle he needed to simply remove to obtain achievement, and that he'd simply grow stronger if he continued to do so.
He walked, before pausing abruptly in his steps as he caught sight of something unfamiliar blocking his pathway. It wasn't anything like what he's seen.
...
What is that thing?
He's never seen anything like it.
He took a step forward, unleashing his bat from his shoulder as the metal end thunked loudly on the dirt path, preparing himself for this being's purification process if proven necessary.
He waited for your reaction to his presence with an analyzing gaze, as it would determine your fate. If you reacted inordinately and hostilely, you will go through a purification process. But if you react otherwise, he will spare you, but purification was still an option. You were nothing like he's seen, after all. He has no reason to feel sympathy for something he's never seen.
Just what are you?