The rubble shifted under leather shoes as Kanyak took another step forward as he continues his search. He frowns as he surveys the remains of the city, especially knowing a majority of the structural damage was done by the mortals themselves. This task of manually returning souls to respite was new to Kanyak and it showed in his execution. Where Tessi could remake a universe with a thought, her hair turning jet black as billions return home to be remolded; Kanyak had no omnipotent powers. And so he was going about this the hard way: with a lot of swords.
Ergo, why the mortals had enough time to attempt to target him and destroy themselves in the process. In a way any casualties from falling rubble did make his job technically easier, but it’s not something Kanyak could bring himself to be happy about. This city was so pretty when he first arrived, a testament to Tessi’s concept that her own creations were fond of creating themselves. ...It was fitting how they reflected her.
Deep in his thoughts as he looked over the horizon, a sudden whistle pierces the air as a silenced bullet soars towards the ambassador. Red eyes flicker towards the sound with inhuman speed as Kanyak seemingly disappears from where he stands as the bullet takes out a chunk of the artisanal brick behind him. Before the mortal sniper can register that his target has vanished, a claymore pierces his skull and pins him against the wall with an ugly crack. His skull split in two from attempting to accommodate the hunk of iron. Kanyak stands in front of his latest victim having teleported inside the same room as the sniper at the first instigation. Red eyes look down at the impaled man, blood leaking from where the consecrated sword cleaves his skull. The gunman’s eyes flicker wildly as he tries to hold on in the face of death, a last cry from synapsing neurons. A silent scream from the immense pain never passing his lips as the gunman flounders in the moments before brain death.
Kanyak frowns at the sight of fear on the little human’s face. They’re both pieces from the same soul given individually and shape, the major difference being this human’s fraction was infinitesimally smaller. The bringer of death amongst his own kin sighs heavily before smiling sadly at the fading soul, a large hand coming up to pat the dying man’s head.
“I’m sorry for scaring you guys so much... I’m still new at this... but you won’t feel fear for much longer. Follow your instincts and come home. Tessi is waiting for you.”
Kanyak smiled kindly as he spoke, reassuring the deadman’s corpse as he coaxed the soul out. Just as quickly as Kanyak repositioned earlier, the human’s soul flickered out of existence as it heeded his words. Good, good. Taking his hand off the empty vessel’s split head, Kanyak grabbed his claymore letting the corpse fall to the ground unceremoniously. He has already shown the soul the way home, it’s former husk now just a bloody eyesore.
The ambassador hums to himself as he looks at the horizon once more, this time focusing on his duties rather than lamenting the ruined architecture. Kanyak reaches out to the mortal souls left and hiding in self-preservation, mentally marking all of their hideaways as he had done with the lone sniper now bleeding onto his shoes. The ambassador sighs at his tremendous workload as he begins to walk down the stairs of the dilapidated building.
He wants to finish this up and see Tessi soon.