"Fallible-- me? Hahaha. Silly, silly, silly." The dark mage muttered-- dragging the words out to pierce the air. "Lucian, no one can or will ever hurt me for a very simple reason. You must know of formulas right?-- Well most people think of them as, 'oh it's just math'. But formulas, in humanity's case, are just basic spoken concepts arranged in the scientific language. It looks intellectual, but it's actually all very dull and boring; meant to stir the dim-witted away. Regardless, I learned very early on; that becoming a piece of the perfect formula, it'll make any equation I run into-- null and void. So then-- for your understanding, I don't know how well your mind takes what I'm saying in, but... 'I am the ingredient which will make Phantom Lord's recipe infallible; literally, figuratively, practically unstoppable if you want to know the truth! Your average crook or crony? Yeah, they're a threat. But I'm an engine. I wager my life that at the end of my story, I'll have done amazing things; I am the best in my field, no exceptions. It's in my DNA to stand out, you get me? I wasn't just some butt-fuck random brought into a terrorist group. There's a potential in me, such a potential that I will never, ever, have to fight my own battles! Keeping me secure is top priority of the team at hand. Because if I'm alive, Lucian," The lunatic's body glowed green. A devious smirk had spread over his lips; he bowed upon jumping around to quickly meet Lucian's gaze; whatever it may be. Bael faced the 'wise' traveler while his back was turned to the trees in front of them. Bael took wide gaping steps backwards all the while. No fears for what was to lie ahead, no cares in this world at all. "Everyone. Stays. Alive!" With that-- the mage quickly threw himself around-- chuckling softly as if the seriousness had never occurred to begin with. Bael's arms flew out wildly as he almost danced his way through the growing darkness at a slow speed, unafraid of dangers awaiting him. It was both eerie and amusing to watch a man like Bael in action. There was just something about his confidence-- it held no envy. It merely existed, so ripe and organic. So powerful and natural. It was almost inhuman in design; but it was very real. That ego? Very, very, real. The two continued their stroll even deeper into the brush of the pines. Exploring the cavernous hells' of Oberon's silent perimeter. They had found the mushrooms. "Hm. No these are correct. Just take one for each hand, they're large enough to hand to him once we arrive. By the way, my name is Bael Decadence. Keep it memorized, I'm going places Mr. Lucian, just like you."
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