There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Chapter 29. Where Twilight Met

There were two seconds ticking by as they stared at each other wordlessly. Zein with widened eyes, and Bassena while blinking, trying to figure out the meaning behind those words.

He didn't take long, however, smirking after two seconds, and moved forward while grabbing into Zein, carrying the guide through the underground tunnel.

"Took you long enough," his soft laughter reverberating inside the close space. "Almost think you'll never remember,"

"I—you don't need to carry me," Zein grabbed the broad shoulder, glancing at the blocked pathway.

The water was sloshing back into the tunnel, and the level had been steadily rising, but not to the point where he couldn't thread by himself.

"And I told you I want to,"

Again, the esper cheerfully replied, as if he didn't just go through a battle with a giant Specter. The speed at which they traverse seemed to be increasing, and Zein could see that they actually running on top of the water.

Well, yeah, he couldn't do that.

"But you got the goo on me..."

Bassena blinked, just realizing the filthy state that had his face and clothes covered in a black viscous Specter essence. With the way he carried Zein right now—slung over his shoulder—the guide's midriff was getting smeared in the same substance.

"Ah, sorry about that..." Bassena replied, but hearing a quiet scoff from the guide, he broke into a grin. "But you really didn't recognize me just because I was covered in dirt and blood?"

Seeing that it was indeed impossible for him to follow the esper with his own feet, Zein accepted his fate of being carried and relaxed his body. He just grabbed the esper's shoulder for support before replying. "You know...if I take off these goggles right now, all I can see will be a pair of glowing eyes in the middle of the dark."

So how could Zein, a guide, without any dark-vision device, could see clearly inside a dim cave which atmosphere also got distorted by the closing of a high-class dungeon? He barely realized that the pair of amber eyes belonged to a human rather than a beast. He had to grope his way to put Bassena inside of him, and with the urgency of the situation, he had no leeway to carefully commit the esper's obscured face into memory.

"...understandable," Bassena said after a while, a lighthearted chuckle accompanying his word.

Zein paused for a while, staring at the slight tidal over the black water behind them. "Also, I've been erasing any memory around that time," he added in a small mutter.

"Because of your brothers?"

The hand grabbing the esper's shoulder was tightening up, and the relaxed body tensing up again, albeit slightly. "How do you—"

"Ah—we're out,"

Zein swallowed his question and turned his head, to the opening of the tunnel. Bassena put him down gently, but the firm hand still holding into Zein's waist.

It didn't matter, since their attention was fixated on other things.

It was like they came out to another world. Once they stepped out of the tunnel, there was a fortress. A fortress made of tall, sturdy, giant trees with branches forming a dome canopy so high Zein could barely see the top. This fortress enveloped a piece of land that felt as if it was coming out of a book.

Vibrant vegetation, in green and other colors; rich brown soil, moist and covered in healthy grass and moss. As they walked through the bushes and smaller trees, a glittering lake, with fresh water that reflected the greenery around it greeted them. At the other end of the lake was a waterfall, roaring softly and showering them with stray droplets.

Bassena looked down at his dirty hand, at Zein's fingers that clutched him tightly. The guide had taken off his goggles, and the blue eyes stared unblinking at the scenery. At the vibrant green bush and red and orange flowers. At the shimmering water, and white foam of the waterfall. Bassena could hear it clearly, the hard beating heart and the trembling lung.

Dark, thick eyelashes fluttered, and Zein inhaled deeply.

For the first time in his life, he laid his eyes on a large body of water, and saw something so...alive.

There were a lot of things Bassena wanted to say, and nothing he managed to utter. The place, an oasis in the middle of death, was beautiful. But it was no more beautiful than the shaking blue eyes, glazed with unshed tears, narrowed in such intricate tangle of sorrow and bliss that he forgot how to breathe momentarily. He wanted to wrap his arms around the trembling shoulder, and gazed deep into that sorrow.

He didn't do it. "You can see more. More of this; things that are prettier; things that you should see," he said, softly, sincerely.

Not because he wanted to make Zein come with him, but because he truly, truly wanted the guide to enjoy more of the things life could give. Things that had been robbed of him since he was born.

Because this man, which gave him his life four years ago, deserved everything good that he had been enjoying. And Bassena would make it happen, even if he had to be more forceful about it.

But he let the blue eyes soak in the miraculous scenery for now, wordlessly watching the sparkling wonder inside those orbs. His hand was still within the tight grip of the guide, and there was a part of him that wished the moment would last for eternity.

But of course, wish was meant to be shattered.

"Hey! It's really here! The shard is here!"

Their moment of bliss was broken by the excited shout from above. On the higher ground from where the waterfall coming, Han Shin's excited face peeked out from behind boulders and bushes. The healer was jumping up and down, waving his hand at them.

Bassena sighed inwardly and tugged on Zein's hand, carefully. He didn't need to, though, since the tenderness inside the blue eyes had vanished with the shout, and the guide had reverted back to his usual cold, nonchalant self.

"Shall we?" the esper asked, like a gentleman, although his hand already grabbing Zein's waist, and pulling the guide even closer.

"Sure..."

As soon as the word left out his mouth, they were scattered and reappeared on the boulder that could be seen from below, not far from where the other members had been gathering while staring at one point.

There, under the green and lush canopy of the giant trees, was another tree in the middle of another lake that reminded them of the Wood Specter. But where the Specter was sinister and rotten, this tree was beautiful and ethereal.

Mainly, it was thanks to the floating crystal that gave out a divine glow. Specks of light swirled around the tree like mystical fairy dust. Gurgling, invigorating water flew out between the tree's roots, supplying endless, pure water that gave life to the whole tree fortress.

"Take me there," Zein said under his breath, clutching tight on Bassena's clothes.

Without question, without delay, the esper took him across the body of water, right in front of the hovering crystal.

It was floating without any pedestal, as if it could be snatched by anyone. But when Bassena came close, he felt like he was being repelled by an invisible force. As soon as he let go of Zein, he was shoved back. His boots skidded across the tree root, and he would probably topple into the calm lake if it wasn't for his incredible balance.

Bassena heard shouts from the lakeside where the others were gathering, but his focus was solely on Zein. Unlike him, the guide was standing in front of the shard without difficulty. From where he stood, Bassena could see it even clearer; the bright glowing mark of five intertwined circles on the guide's nape.

The same number of circles that were present on the tracker artifact.

And the same symbol that was carved on the palm-size floating shard.

"Haa...what kind of..." Bassena almost wanted to laugh, as he watched Zein reach out his hands toward the shard.