The stroll from the Graveyard never felt so energizing before. The breeze was at last chilly, not as icy as before. The trees didn't look as fear-provoking, & my mantle kept me warm as ever. "So where should we go first?" the Hunter asked. Most of the populaces of the Duel Spirit Realm are okay with the presence of us Vampires, but not the mortals. There are too many mortal vampires that hunt too voluminous humans, & there are too many humans who kill too numerous vampires for no adequately explained reason.

"Why, to the Mortal Realm, of course." said I. "Do you know how to make the gate?"

"Yes." the Hunter took off his cloak & pulled out a bottle of ink, a paintbrush, some rosemary, & a scroll. Pulling the ink cap, he dipped the paintbrush inside & started drawing an arcane circle on the ground. I felt myself slightly shivering at this point.

"Can you read the writings on this scroll?" the Hunter asked me, handing me the golden scroll. As I nodded, the both of us trod inside the circle; the hunter hurriedly closed the bottle & put it in the magical pocket of his cloak, along with the paintbrush, dropping the rosemary inside the center of the circle.

We started to gabble the words engraved on the parchment.

"Setag fo eht retho dlrow,

nepo, nepo!

Ediug su ot eht retho edis,

htiw siht elcric ew geb fo uoy,

stirips morf eht retho edis!"*

The pentacle underneath our feet began to glow pink, & demonic, black tendrils started to surface, enfolding round our ankles & waists, dragging us inside the pentacle. Rule number one: don't panic. Panicking only makes things worse. So I tried to stable my breath while one tendril gagged my mouth, superficially taking me to the void.

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The transportation to the Mortal Realm seemed never-ending. The Chaos Zone seemed only consisting of blue & purple portals; absolute emptiness was clearly felt from them. I started to feel queasy, & all of sudden I was grateful I was drifting with a vacant stomach. Next to me, the Vampire Hunter's face, which was beginning to turn grey, showed that he was out cold & was now wrapped in light. Unfortunate chap must have his energy sapped from the summoning.

`•.,,.•´

Putting aside my pale parlor, I'm now pretty much indistinguishable from a normal human; I'm still bridal carrying the comatose Vampire Hunter in my arms. His inhalation sounded harsh, like he was trying to get oxygen with every single gulp. "Somebody? Any help?" I shouted, but no one answered, unstrangely. It was the middle of the night. No wonder. Only one or two stores were opened; their neon-colored lights shone dimly in the otherwise eerie town.

I continued walking on the boulevard, making sure there were no dangerous mortal things after me, until I arrived in front of a strange-looking store with a turtle as its logo. Beneath the turtle, there were enormous, red letterings:

KAME GAME SHOP

Ah, so this is the house of the King of Games himself. I couldn't knock the door since I was still carrying the Hunter, so I decided to call out in most courteous way possible. "Excuse me, Lord or Lady, but can you help me?"

The door was opened by a diminutive old man with bristly hair. He was still bobbling his head that was wearing a neon green night cap, rubbing his eyes. "Yes?" asked he.

"This man," I said, showing the Hunter. "... He just passed out."

"How come?" the old man looked puzzled.

"Er, he was beaten up by a... gang."

"Come in & let me tend your friend." The old man nearly bawled when he touched the Hunter's forehead. "Gosh! His forehead's too hot! Does he have a fever?!"

The dismaying fact was the old man was right. As I touched the Hunter's forehead with one finger, I felt a scorching hot sensation.

"All right. Hurry." stated I, as I rushed inside & put the poor chap on the sofa, my arms letting go off his waist & the back of his knees. "Warm water & towel?" I requested.

"Coming up!" the old chap responded, hastening to the kitchen.

As I gawked at an owl from a window, my eyelids began to feel weighty from fatigue & I drifted into a deep nap.