The Alpha Stigma, A New World to Destroy

[Dave Strider]

"Our world?" Ryner thought for a moment, scratching his head. "Well there isn't much abnormal about it..." The Alpha Stigma held his head with his hands, elbows in the air as he shrugged and thought about it. " I guess there is me though," he continued. " I have one type of four cursed eyes, called Stigmas. They're really powerful, but they do have great costs..." he trailed off, looking away to another distant portal. "Then there are these artifacts, items of great power, scattered across our world. Ferris and I were looking for some, and we fought some guys that had found a few before us. They were pretty tough."

The warrior listened intently, processing the man's words. He glanced over to Ferris but she didn't seem to want to add anything to the conversation, being satisfied with just leading the way. He then turned back to Ryner, a question rising in his mind. "You say the power comes with great downsides. What exactly do you mean by that?"

The Alpha Stigma stopped for a moment, unsure of what to say. Then, his companion answered for him. "Just listen when we tell you to run."She didn't hesitate or stop as she continued to their destination, her head held high as she spoke with a stern voice. Something about it all told the knight that there was some kind of deep, tragic consequence to the man's abilities, and decided not to press the matter further. Ryner looked up and nodded his head at Cecil, before heading off after Ferris. The trail of white never seemed to end, and they could hardly tell that they were getting closer. The trio wondered in their own minds about what lie ahead.