Chapter seven: Behind the scenes

The man with the white eyes was looking with interest through the same portal he had opened when he saved the War Hero from an inevitable demise. Next to him stood the girl, looking through the portal as well.

They saw things from two different worlds.

In one world they saw the War Hero, who attempted to integrate among the mobs he currently lived with. Despite his hidden slight uneasiness of living among a group that mostly consisted of females (the white-eyed girl couldn't help it when she let out a giggle upon noticing his discomfort), he had become surprisingly close with most of them over only a small span of time.

In the other world, a much darker event occurred: the hero's father allowed his mind to be clouded by the vile, addictive substance that was sometimes drunk by people from several worlds. The hero's friend had made several attempts to set the old man on the right path, but to no avail.

When the Friend stole the Old Man's liquor in an attempt to protect him from himself, a verbal battle was held between the two. The Friend attempted to reason with the drunk, only to fail once more as his opponent lunged at him.

That was when the White-Eyed Man froze time on the other side of the portal. He looked at the White-Eyed Girl.

"I believe we must make an attempt to help the War Hero's people," he said straight to the point. "They are his family and friends. They deserve to know that his life is not over." The Girl looked back at him.

"I agree," she replied. "But how? Do you want to bring them to the other world too? What if they don't manage to get back?"

"We will make sure they will be able to return," the Man replied, upon which the Girl frowned.

"We already sort of crossed the line when we helped that War Hero. If we keep using magic, our enemies will notice it and they won't be happy. Think about what Entity303 will do! Or-"

"I am aware of this," the Man calmly interrupted. "But I do not know if the War Hero can create a lasting peace between man and mob on his own. However capable he may be."

"I agree, but Dad…" the girl said. "…If they were to have a new peace, don't you think Entity might suspect something? The mobs would never be able to do it themselves, since humans usually attack them on sight."

The Man nodded. "Your expectations of such events are likely to happen," he said. "But we must do this. We defeated our enemies before. I will ask our allies for help if Entity were to inform other hostiles of our interference."

The Girl frowned again. "What makes you think they'll be willing to help? I doubt they would," she said. The Man, who sensed her fear, put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"We have many allies that will understand our actions and reasons. If Entity303 wishes a battle, he can get it," the Man replied. The girl knew that was true. She relaxed a little.

"You're right," she said as she cheerfully walked over to the portal. "Let's do this!"

The Man proceeded to stand next to her, glad that she agreed with this idea. Time in the other world continued with the Old Man falling to the ground, dazed. Of course he wasn't drunk enough for that: if he was, he would've needed much more effort to even stand up and talk.

It was the Girl's father, the Man, who had knocked him out.

Less than a minute later, he did the same to the Friend, quietly mumbling an apology as the human fell to the ground.

"Now…" the Girl said, "To transport them to the other world…"