A High Ghilan was a nightmare that hunted Alamirians. A nightmare that adapted to hunt Alamirians. Back on earth, most apex predators avoided actively hunting humans because humans tended to react angrily to the death of their loved one, and they would raze entire forests to the ground if it meant finding the beast that created a widow.
To be a creature that actively hunted a human meant not having adapted that genetic understanding that hunting humans was a bad idea. Alternatively, in my case, it meant being a creature that was capable of not only hunting humans but surviving the wrath and fallout of hunting them.
Following the lack of scents brought me to what appeared to be a large barracks. Phasing through the entrance, amusement rippled through me at the sight of the first door available. I approached it, marveling.
“Automatic doors. With motion sensors to boot! Can you believe it?”
The door swung open and close on its own will. There was a slot, at the side though, for which I could not fathom the use. [Gatekeeper] told me immediately that it was meant for keycards.
Identified: Common Barrack Doors
Details: Door created by the Alhamisian Adventurer Army on the sixteenth day of the Month of the Saint, 2135AE in Sector One-Zero-One, AAA Training Facility, Mid-Eastern Alamir.
Door’s Structural Integrity: High.
Door’s Special Ability: N/A
Door’s Applied Buffs: N/A
Memories Available: N/A.
Door’s Soul: N/A
No. of Times Door has been used: 999+
Door Connections: None Assigned
Note: The door is of Remitech Origins. A Black Keycard, or Equivalent Mystech or Remitech Knowledge is required to edit, delete, upgrade, bless or curse this door.
“So, it’s as I thought then,”
The Return command did exactly what I thought it did. It returned us to a place nearest to the person who named us. Essentially, near Zlosta.
“I’m in the AAA Facility that captured Zlosta.” I realized, humming. “Which means I’m near Hoplite.”
The Champion of Alhamis would get what was coming to him, but it wasn’t going to be now. Challenging him now would be unwise. Sighing, I dusted my palms and pointed towards the door.
“[Open Gate to Fort Zyvar.]”
[Gatekeeper Activated]
[Error]
You do not have the necessary knowledge to operate this door.
You do not meet the requirements needed to create a connecting doorway.
Requirements:
Remitech Knowledge.
Mystech Knowledge.
Black Keycard.
“Well… this is new.”
I had never tried creating or operating mechanical doors before with [Gatekeeper], which was something I realized. “So… what exactly is Remitech?”
My nostrils flared and drew me to the smell of an approaching human. Two. Male. Young. One virgin. The other not. Lacking Vitamin C. Muttering quietly under my breath, I phased through the automatic doors, turning to the first room on my right finding myself in what appeared to be a restroom. The odd sight of doors, stalls, and toilets, amused me.
Toilets.
When was the last time I saw toilets? I remembered. The toilet at the hotel I used to freshen up. The few hours before my death. The ones before me were somewhat different in shape and configuration, such as being lower on the ground and having no water in the bowls, but there was no mistaking it that they were toilets.
“I’m telling you, the bastard is just doing it because he wants his cock sucked.”
I phased through one of the stalls. The first stall. People hardly ever use the first stall.
Two humans walked in, and my nose alighted with the beautiful scents of roast turkey.
“You think?”
“Of course. I mean, what other reason would he do it? He’s hoping Sophia will drop down on her knees, fondle his balls and suck him dry.”
“Sounds like you’re confusing yourself for him mate,”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Both boys, I realized by the pitch of their voices, and the ridiculous amount of testosterone in their systems went in different stalls. The sound of peeing reached my ears as I eavesdropped on their conversation.
“But, yeah, I mean – come on. You’ve seen the chick. I’m pretty sure every guy in the damn brigade has wet dreams about boning her.”
“Better not. She’s the daughter of High Eminent Sophos.”
“Wait, for real?” The boy whistled. “Damn. What the hell is the daughter of the High Eminent of Progress doing in the AAA?”
“Something about her being disowned. I heard her younger sister was chosen by High Eminent Sophos as his true heir. They say she’s a prodigy.”
“I don’t give a shit about how smart she is. I wanna know how she compares to her sister in the looks departments – you know, the thing that actually matters?”
“How am I supposed to know? Being able to see a child of one High Eminent in my life is already a miracle. Two is just asking for the impossible.”
“Think I’ll find a picture in the Godscripts?”
My ears perked up. Oh, Godscripts?
“No, I don’t think you’ll find a picture of the High Eminent of Progress’ daughter in the fucking Godscripts.”
“Jeez, relax dude.”
“Whatever. We have to stay alert. Remember there was a breach.”
“Heard the announcement. What’s the big deal? With the Seven and General Hoplite himself around, I don’t think any nightmare that managed to get lucky and sneak in is going to be able to find their way out.”
“Do you even pay attention? The nightmare is a Planewalker.”
“They said probable Planewalker smartass, I was paying attention. And as I said, Amendments are around. So what if the nightmare can manipulate
