As Scar recounted what he was seeing to the others, it was enough to cause Cynthia and Daisy to stop playing around in concern. Frowns painted all of their faces as they considered the multiple different options, thinking of all the different abilities and challenges that could cause such a strange phenomena.

Options ranged from Resurrection abilities, to advanced healing and even the possibility of someone who could create entire new bodies for the slain people to possess. Any of which would be an absolutely vital addition not just to Ravenkeep, but to humanity as a whole.

While they already had miraculous healing capabilities, in both potion and ability forms, they each had their downsides. For the potions, they had to be used in lesser doses, otherwise they had great risk of addiction.

Ability based healing, such as those possessed by the man who had saved Astra's life or even Ava - Seth's own sister - each had a limit of energy. They could only be used as long as the person had energy, and while there were ways around this to some degree, it was ultimately still a hard limit.

Not to mention the fact that these abilities had things they couldn't heal. Seth's arm could not be grown back, even if he could create a new version of himself like Scar, nor could his burns by undone. The same with Astra's leg and abdominal scars. So even with these mystical abilities, even with the amazing and genuinely miraculous things Seth himself could do, the prospect of bringing someone back from the dead had yet to be seen.

There had also been talks by some that an overuse of mystical healing could result in some magic cancer, but such a thing had yet to be proven even possible never mind logical, and was mostly doomsaying.

However healing, or some other kind of restorative solution, was not the only possibility floated. Since there had been reports of ghostly pirates, naturally the idea that they were possessing the bodies of the slain was brought up, or that some shapeshifting creature had simply taken the place of the fallen and assumed their lives.

Ultimately, they came to a standstill. There were too many possibilities, too many strange abilities that could form within the planetary gacha that the truth of the matter could be something they hadn't even thought of.

They could sit here debating and guessing for years and maybe not even land on the right answer. There was only so much they could gain from observation like this. So the only option left was to explore the town, and see what happened next.

It was idiotic and dangerous, certainly. But what more could they do? As far as Scar could see, there was no immediate dangers, although the optimal word there would be immediate.

However, with whatever countless dangers they were imagining or expecting, none of them were prepared for the reality of carrying out this somewhat idiotic plan.

***

"They're staring at us..."

Daisy muttered softly, shrinking behind Cynthia as she looked around nervously. Unfortunately that was the worst person to hide behind, as it was the only one who had a transparent body that still allowed them to stare at the young metallic girl. Nevertheless Cynthia reached back and patted her head softly.

"I know little flower, just ignore them. It's okay. I'm sure they are just shocked by how cute you are, that's all." She spoke with a soft, calming tone as she gently stroked the back of Daisy's head. before leaning over to Scar and whispering, "Why are they staring at us?"

They had only just crossed the border of the town, passing a lovely and pristine sign with the words 'Welcome to Sandford! The perfect place to live!" in bolt white letters. Yet despite just walking down the road, doing nothing even slightly suspicious in the slightest, they had immediately drawn the attention of everyone they passed.

Every single person stopped in their tracks, their eyes locking onto the odd group. Pearls were clutched and hushed words were shared between them as they stared like they had come riding in on a horse, with countless guns strapped to their bodies.

Of course technically they had weapons on them, and were even more dangerous than some gun toting insane person, no matter how many guns they had. But these people didn't know that just from looking at them, and yet that is what their stares conveyed. Fear, as well as hints of confusion and curiosity.

It must have been how the old freak show people felt.

Scar scoffed slightly, narrowed his eyes and glaring back at the people staring at the odd group.

"I make statues move, I don't read minds. But If I had to guess, it's probably because we don't exactly fit in with the crowds here."

This time it was Alexandra's turn to scoff, although hers contained a bit more disgust and derision towards the people around them.

"Don't fit in... yeah, You got that right. Might be your first time getting stared at, but it's not mine. These idiots have probably never seen a Heteromorph1 before. Or maybe they just hate that dumb mask of yours as much as I do!

Maybe you should take it off, show them all that stupid face."

Alexandra reached for Scar's head, but he casually batted her hand away as she chuckled softly. As a woman who stood well above most men even before evolving, she had long grown used to stares, so none of this bothered her in the slightest.

Scar shook his head in annoyance at her lax attitude, before stopping the group in their tracks and turning to face them as he spoke in a hushed tone.

"I mean it, look around. It's more than just Heteromorphic or not. Look at them, really look at them. Doesn't it look wrong to you?"

The trio gave him odd and varying looks, one scared, one confused and one annoyed. But as they lifted their heads and started to properly look over the people who were still staring at them, those varying looks all unified into one of confusion and suspicion.

He was right. Everything about them stuck out like a sore thumb, even Scar, who appeared completely human, could never have blended in if he came in alone.

In Ravenkeep, the styles took on a mixture of medieval and modern. Modern, in this case referring to the stylings of the world before the apocalypse. This was not just because of the items the system granted them leaning more towards medieval styling, but also because many enjoyed wearing it to embrace their fantastical lives, while some crafters found it easier to style new materials into those old designs.

Thus, if you took a poll of 100 random people, you would usually find only 40 or so were dressed in modern clothing. However even then, they would usually have something medieval as an accessory. A sword hanging off their hip, a bracer on their wrist, a bow strapped to their back, etc.

That was simply the fashion nowadays.

Not here. No matter how hard they looked, all they could see was modern clothing. Not a single sword nor set of armour visible. Not in accessories either. No swords or bows, there wasn't even any differences that some abilities came with that could be considered 'acceptable' changes, such as odd hair or eye colours.

Everyone that they could see was perfectly normal.

A few of them were holding up devices, their camera lights flashing as they took multiple photos of the freaky foursome without a care of trying to be subtle about the act. But those devices were not communicators, gifted by the system.

They were actual mobile phones, the type that should have been destroyed by the system accidentally mixing with Prometheus' ship.

Daisy poked her head out from behind Cynthia, looking around nervously at the people taking pictures of her.

"Do you think they are like the people at the facility? A magic dead zone that got protected somehow?"

Scar considered it for a moment, but shook his head. He could feel the mana saturating the air around them, filling every nook and cranny like it always did. That mana wouldn't effect the use of the devices currently, as it only destroyed them in the initial reaction. It was similar to the effects of an EMP, a singular wave that knocked out everything unprotected, but had no lingering effects afterwards.

The fact they were using the devices meant they somehow avoided the initial wave. But it wasn't the same way as the facility.

On a strange hunch, Scar strolled over to one of the gawking photographers and put on his best friendly tone of voice, considering he couldn't smile at them from behind the mask.

"Excuse me Miss, we were on our way to a Comic book convention and seem to have gotten lost, as if to make matters worse our car broke down too. I hope our outfits didn't disturb you."

A revelation of understanding flashed in the eyes of the bottle blonde woman he was talking to, before she let out a haughty laugh.

"Oh, that's why you are all dressed like that! Such wonderful costumes, especially the blue one, I still can't figure out how she did that! Although I have to say, It's no wonder you kiddo's got lost. Nothing has been working all day. Internet, phone signals, even GPS. There seems to be some kind of blackout in the area."

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head as if the apocalypse was nothing more than a technical issue, before shrugging softly.

"I'm sure they will fix it soon. When they do, I want to have some pictures to post to Instapic. Do you mind?"

A term for those who's mutation caused physical changes. Only those that result in inhuman appearance are considered Heteromorphs. For example, Seth's eyes changed but he can otherwise pass as human, but Cynthia cannot. Therefore she is Heteromorph while he is not.

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