《Sickening Tides - Secrets of Ovoroth》


 Chapter 1: Infiltration

    Chapter 1: Infiltration


    Underneath the gray sky, a giant crowd gathered at the base of the chapel.


    Everyone had been dressed in long robes in all colors. A requirement at the Cracked Sky Chapel. Maxwell¡¯s eyes dashed over many faces. Nervousness overtook him, as a great number of body''s had been warped. This was Grayland after all. Why did he even agree to do this mission? Sure, he wanted the experience and the opportunity to rise in ranking in the force, especially to become an investigator. Hair stood up all over his body. People, if you could call them that had warped themselves to unrecognizable levels. Looking more into that would cause him more distress if anything. Twisted torsos, animal like body''s, hulking frames, thin frames, books, soda cans you name it. Feyanna clung to the back of Maxwells robe as they made their way forward. A group of beaver like creatures took hold of his attention.


    ¡°Want to race down at the pipes? I bet I can smoke all of you with my new enhancements.¡±


    ¡°I doubt it.¡±


    ¡°Yea. All it will take is another tail slap and you will be last, as always.¡±


    ¡°We could even give you a head start.¡±


    ¡°That won¡¯t help him. After 2 and a half minutes we would be crawling up the pipes if he is lucky.¡±


    ¡°More like waiting on top of the old factory pipes.¡±


    ¡°WATCH ME! I bet you all a month worth of dials. Three weeks if I don¡¯t finish last.¡±


    ¡°Oh? Well of course. I will take you on any time. Dials or not.¡±


    The group chattered away, Maxwells attention still on them. Their small body¡¯s, synthetic fur, human teeth, speech and the one with full beaver teeth gave him the creeps. From being distracted, he bumped into something in front of him. Instant regret. At first, he saw just a face full of holes. Most likely everywhere, as he noticed some on its hands. The face was certainly human like, but sunken in and laced with holes. This psychopath must have done it on purpose. Maxwell avoided eye contact and moved as fast as he could around it. Laughter of all kinds of voices came out from the depths of its ¡°face¡± as it clearly recognized his comfortableness. A hand gripped his shoulder as he was bolting through the crowd. A moment before he turned around, unfortunately next to him was a set of eyes. More awkward contact. Another With spider like eyes, mixed with a set of teeth on its forehead and lower jaw. The feeling of vertigo set in. He just wanted to hurl. Tobias voice brought him back sane, for a moment.


    Off to the sides, water danced behind holographic frames. They blossomed into different shapes. From hawks, to roses, water weaving into different forms. A set of tiles opened as trickles of water hit the bronze-colored ground. At the same time something was flickering into form. A long gray worm like creature circled out from the fountains. With no eyes, or face its mouth closed, a small group of people began descending. Tiles parting as they moved into the darkness. Maxwell watched as the tiles began to close. A group of what appeared to be young kids tried to sneak in after them. The worm placed itself over the doorway and gave a deafening screech. As the kids turned around, their bodies became more apparent. Armadillo kids. They covered their faces, then curled up into a ball and rolled away. Before the group going down completely disappeared, one of them turned around at the commotion. An average height of what seemed to be a man scanned around and made contact with Maxwell who was still startled by the worm¡¯s scream. This person had a long dark blue robe on with white streaks going down the whole of it. At the middle of the chest those lines turned into a star. It was difficult to tell if the face he was looking at was a mask or not. Something was very off about it. As if the ¡°skin¡± was not fitted properly. The blue in its face matched the rob, as did the white eyes as they peered at Maxwell. With tendril like wires for hair, it gave him a grin as the panel to the depths closed.


    ¡°A friend of yours?¡± Tobias asked.


    ¡°No of course not.¡±


    ¡°Must be one of higher-ranking priest.¡±


    ¡°Could be, or maybe the right-hand man of Avaron.¡±


    ¡°Will keep that in mind. Same with the group going, underground?¡± ¡°Could be good Intel if we find out where it goes. Don¡¯t think that would be such a good idea for us.¡±


    ¡°We do stick out quite a bit without enchantments.¡±


    ¡°Yes, but I don¡¯t think anyone, or thing here minds. There is plenty more to look at and be curious than us.¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s just stay up here. This place creeps me out enough.¡± Said Feyanna still behind Maxwell.


    ¡°That is the plan. Being compromised by trying to sneak off would not end well. ¡°He replied.


    ¡°What? You don¡¯t want to be dragged off into the dark? To most likely be dissected or transformed enough you wouldn¡¯t even recognize, or even remember yourself? ¡° Rayla said sarcastically.


    ¡°Is it possible to even have memories removed like that?¡± Feyanna asked nervously.


    ¡°Of course it is. First, they knock you out. Then prop you up on a slab. That¡¯s when a need-¡±


    ¡°Okay, okay back on track now. Let¡¯s not have our minds wander down into their dark twisted world.¡± Maxwell said wiping sweat off his forehead.


    ¡°Good thing all we have to do is listen and observe. Quite the nice mission given to us by the chief.¡± Rayla said nudging Feyanna.


    ¡°Yes, it is. Are we almost done? This place is packed, and the air is begging to feel heavy.¡±


    ¡°Not yet. At least another hour or so. Don¡¯t worry we got you.¡±


    ¡°I should be able to.¡±


    ¡°Let us finish this up. Then when we get back to Clausum Mare, Deep Blues are on me!¡±


    Groves and groves of figures piled into the chapel as they got closer. The front of it was wide open, like there was no door or walls that sealed it together. From what Maxwell could see. A few pillars looked to be crumbling. While scanning off in the distance to the east of him, he saw another group of people going down. Must have been only the higher-ranking people that had clearance. Those worms made Maxwell¡¯s skin crawl. In one hand they seemed to just be an illusion. With all the machinery and technology here, it would not surprise him in the least of he could actually feel it. The cracked sky seemed to be located in a valley of some sorts. To the sides of them gray and brown steel met the edge of green trees that lined the mountain sides. Another odd sight to see. Here in Grayland, well Gray was usually the dominant color. Most spaces, towns, cities, countryside¡¯s here had all been plastered with metal. A dreary place, as the ¡°things¡± here abandoned their humanity. How they lived was beyond him. Back at home dealing with people who had transformed had been zero. As those who did simply left Clausum. The most he thought about it was them living in another reality. Through chips and augmentation, it was easy to leave what they call the ¡°Shell¡± or ¡°Husk¡± Behind.


    Tobias tried his best to keep his hands at his sides. Something felt extremely off. Rayla noticed this and placed a hand on his shoulder as they kept pace with the crowd.


    ¡°Hope that little tale cut short, didn¡¯t spook you that much.¡±


    ¡°I think it may have. We are deep in enemy territory after all.¡±


    ¡°If it is any help, at least we do have emergency beacons on us if we did get snatched away.¡±


    ¡°Just a little. You seem really composed today. Are you not nervous?¡±


    ¡°Oh, don¡¯t worry about that. I¡¯m extremely nervous but excited at the same time.


    We have never had anything this intense!¡±


    ¡°Well glad you are having fun.¡±


    ¡°Being panicked around here won¡¯t do us any good.¡±


    ¡°Could loosen up just a bit. We are almost out of here anyhow.¡±


    ¡°There you go. Not as bad as patrolling the coast in that old junk boat now, is it?¡±


    ¡°That was rather bad. You were freaking out and stayed at the helm the whole time clinging to the wheel.¡±


    ¡°Yes, I really did think we were going to sink!¡±


    ¡°Every wave or decent splash gave you the frights.¡±


    ¡°Exactly! Out there, was much more to worry about. Here is just getting caught.


    And well getting back safely of course.¡±


    ¡°At least the chief did not give us that junker to make our escape.¡±


    A pair of giant mechanical dogs sitting on their knees, about 8 feet tall sitting down stared over the crowd. As the group passed, their heads slowly turned and watched Tobias and Rayla with cold mechanical eyes. Tobias calmed down. Rayla¡¯s hand still on his shoulder as they followed just behind Maxwell and Feyanna.


    Inside the chapel a long balcony stretched along the top. It was accompanied by giant gargoyle statues with a faded red door in the center. To the group¡¯s surprise there was a pair of ¡°normal¡± looking people next to them. They were chatting with a group of robots that went up to their knees.


    ¡°Hey how much did it cost you to break down to be that small!?¡±


    ¡°Cost? Nothing but your faith. It was free for us the last year we came.¡±


    ¡°Free? No way!? How do we get hooked up to, you know change ourselves.¡± ¡°


    After Avaron makes his speech. You will be asked if you would like to shred your mortal shell.¡±


    ¡°Sounds rather morbid but I¡¯m in! Can¡¯t wait to make myself stronger, faster and have the ability to dig under the earth with drill like hands.¡±


    ¡°You are so weird. While you do that I will take to the sky¡¯s and fly into orbit.¡± ¡°Avaron can grant you anything you wish. Long as you come back to this gathering a few times a year.¡±


    ¡°Ahh really, do we have to come back?¡±


    ¡°Yes. You do not have a choice.¡±


    ¡°Well, that sounds rather sketchy. What if we don¡¯t choose to come back.¡±


    ¡°He will find you. You will return somehow. If not, you won¡¯t be seen again.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s interesting. We¡¯ll take our chances then.¡± The two shrugged and wandered further into the crowd.


    Tobias and Maxwell just gave each other a nod. Both thinking the same thing. Twisted and cruel. One of the reasons they had come. As a handful of people had vanished from Clausum Mare. Above them everything had gone black. As what they gathered to be some kind of retractable roof. It had blocked out the light for what seemed to be miles behind them. In its place a pulse of white light raced along the sides of the chapel. Next to them a lengthy woman, with an extremely long neck turned down at the group.


    ¡°Are you bare-skins ready for revelation? Avaron Will convince you to leave your shell behind.¡±


    The group just stayed quiet for a good ten seconds. Just giving each other the ¡°what should we do!?¡± look. Finally, Tobias spoke up.


    ¡°Well after seeing you honestly I¡¯d rather just keep myself the way I currently am.¡±


    This seemed to annoy her. She brought her head closer, metal screeching as she stretched. Opening her mouth, a large and sharp steel shaped object launched out and stopped at his forehead. Focusing his eyes upward he stared at it and smelled her oily breath.


    ¡°You know. That is rather cool. I might have to get those parts as well. Would like to keep some teeth in though. Would certainly change that oily smell as well, not so great.¡±


    She retracted the blade and gave one of the creepiest smiles he had ever seen.


    Then began asking the questions to other groups of people as well.


    ¡°That was horrendous. Could have gone worse though.¡± Tobias said teeth clattering.


    Stolen novel; please report.


    ¡°Could have gone so much worse. Glad she decided to be satisfied with your answer.¡± Rayla said.


    A loud hum rang through the air. The gargoyle statues lit up in flames. With the humming coming from all around them, they winced. All of the forms around them had begun their way of chanting. Rising and falling with each wave of light that ran across the chapel and into the dark. With a motion that would give any young kids nightmares, all the gargoyle heads turned to the door at once.


    From behind the red door, a tall figure walked slowly to the balcony¡¯s edge. Standing at least 10 feet tall with a long gray and green hooded cloak covering them down to the waistline. The face was a cold steel, the rest of the body was the same color as the tiles outside. Arms and legs casting shadows into the chapel. In a instant the humming began to die down and everything around them froze. Feyanna let out a small ¡°Whelp¡± as one of the enhanced humans fell on her. Its eyes spinning around in its sockets. Pushing Maxwell a bit further forward, she let it fall face first. The others examining the same phenomena around them, everything was still. With a smile the figure began to speak. His voice booming through the chapel.


    ¡°I¡¯m glad you could all make it back for another year here at the Cracked Sky Chapel. It has been a very busy period of time since I last saw all of you! Since our last meeting of the year, I have expanded our influence into countless territories! Dozens upon dozens of nations bending their will and choosing to leave their mortal flesh behind. Some of course however choose to resist. Now I have been rather lenient to those who chose not to. It is their choice to leave this only life, consciousness behind, forever. Some have retaliated rather harshly against us. Setting our ships on fire, sabotaging our servers, our connections. Tearing us apart limb by limb and throwing us into heaps of scrap. I have seen our kind tricked into boarding ships, to prosper on other planets. Only to have their course charted directly into the sun. Others, minds young and old sent out to the gallows. Just like in ancient times. They strip apart our brains, destroy our memories, our souls. And the light goes out, forever. More violent than the witch hunts of the past. As you all know here at the chapel, everyone gets a fair opportunity to live. You get to be whatever you choose to be. With most of the world shifting to a more mechanical future, I will not tolerate such actions against us! Here all we do is spread the word and give people the opportunity to adapt. As such I have personally dealt with these harsh retaliations. Know going forward I will continue to look after you all as our existence, our future drift into the unknown. Thank you all for coming and please enjoy your stay here! Sacred flame, bless the stars.¡±


    With a powerful sudden motion, the man¡¯s body twisted and transformed in front of the crowd. With a leap into the air, the darkness shrouded all. From the dark, a long twisting wyvern like head emerged. It¡¯s breath black as the void itself. Deep silver and red filled out his form. With a gust of its wings the ground trembled as it flew away. Tobias, covering his eyes, noticed something on its back, but it was too far away.


    The humming grew back as the gray sky began to reveal itself again. Torches went off bursting into brilliant red, yellows and orange. It must have been time for festivities. As the entire area began to get rowdy. The group huddled together to talk about what just happened and their next move.


    ¡°It is going to get crazy here real fast. Let¡¯s not be explorers and try to find more information. I think we have enough to relay!¡± Tobias said. ¡°That is for sure let¡¯s get the hell out of here. Now.¡± Maxwell said wide eyed.


    Tobias grabbed Maxwell and Feyanna, bringing in Rayla in closer. In a whispered voice he said:


    ¡°All we have to do is get to the southern exit. Pass through one one of those ruined buildings and go through the secret passage Chief noted for us.¡±


    ¡°Sounds easy enough! Let¡¯s go, I¡¯m honestly very nervous now.¡± Rayla said.


    With that they broke their huddle, but stayed closer as they moved back through the crowd. The statues on the balcony, faced back looking over their guest. Loud music was going off, people began fighting each other. Racing matches went off as the floors opened into a map. Using themselves, people transformed into vehicles of their choice and began racing inside another space, possible other dimensions. As they blazed across different worlds and environments. From flying through storms, racing across waves, diving through the oceans, racing against the endless back drop of space. Others oddly began melting together forming into something entirely different. First it would just be a mess of parts in a ball, then it would visualize into a human. Then grow other parts, limbs, take on animal parts. The universe seemed to pound these beings into form as they ripped and stretched out into the sky. Others simply rested on the ground, likely sleeping in their own reality. Some just being awake and staring off into nothingness. Abstract art being created just by their thoughts. Healing being done to others. As others suddenly decided to end their lives to patch up another. Prayer going up to the skies.


    SACRED FLAME, BLESS THE STARS!!


    SACRED FLAME, BLESS THE STARS!!


    SACRED FLAME, BLESS THE STARS!!


    SACRED FLAME, BLESS THE STARS!!


    SACRED FLAME, BLESS THE STARS!!


    The group stopped as they were suddenly surrounded by a group of hooded figures. About half of them had the colors on the one strange guy descending the stairs. The others resembling the leaders. They all moved a step closer, strange eyes bearing down on them.


    ¡°Join us. Strip your flesh. Become one with the stars. ASCEND!¡±


    ¡°NO THANKS! ITS TO LOUD OUT HERE. WE NEED TO GATHER AND GIVE


    IT SOME THOUGHT FOR A LITTLE. FIND US LATER! ¡°Tobias yelled and pushed through them. The others followed. A hand, out of nowhere had grabbed Feyannas ankle.


    ¡°ASCEND WITH US! LEAVE THIS FRAIL BODY BEHIND!¡± A voice coming from where she had been grabbed. With her heart beating she took her other foot and stomped on the hand. She didn¡¯t bother to listen to the wail of pain as it was being echoed out by the crowd. It must have been at least fifteen minutes before the group finally found their destination. A mechanical cat was sitting above them, on a mixture of stone and dirt. Not wanting to disturb it they carefully opened the gate and checked behind them. No one was following them. Not those hooded freaks, or anything else in general. The festivities held a good enough distraction. Getting their breath back, they all sat inside this small cave entrance. Maxwell had immediately took out small globe objects and placed them on the wall. As he placed them in, a wall of earth blocked the path they had just entered and their surroundings darkened. With a sigh he wiped off his forehead drenched in sweat. For thirty minutes they sat in darkness. Besides their light emitters they had taken out. Nothing had tried to come in, or out. The sounds of Grayland chaos just behind the wall of earth.


    ¡°I think we have plenty for the chief to chew on for a bit huh?¡± Rayla said staring at her emitter.


    ¡°Yes we do. If he is not pleased with what we found, he can come down here at the next crazy gathering they have.¡± Maxwell said.


    ¡°How do you think he has control over all those people and things? I mean to bring them back here each time they have an event.¡±


    ¡°Wouldn¡¯t doubt it if, it was some insane network like the I.C.H.N for only these


    lunatics.¡±


    ¡°They are rather crazy. However for the most part they really do not bother us. Can be pesky but at least they stop.¡± Feyanna said.


    ¡°While that is true, what he said bothered me the most. Avaron I think his name was, having espionage and the nerve to retaliate. That was the other reason we were here after all. To find out why, rumors of he and his followers are causing so much chaos.¡± Tobias said.


    ¡°Least that was the easiest way to get that information.¡± Rayla remarked.


    ¡°Becoming too aggressive against people might be why they are getting resistance.¡±


    ¡°If they let people naturally get used to this changing world. I¡¯m sure in time they would. There is no rush to do it right this moment.¡±


    ¡°Speaking of rush. Let¡¯s get out of here. Not safe yet.¡± Maxwell said bringing up the map on his emitter.


    Following Maxwell¡¯s lead in silent agreement. Feyanna stayed behind a moment feeling her leg. It felt like it was burning, where she had been grabbed.


    Taking a look underneath her black plant legs, she noticed a small red area. ¡°Nothing to worry about she thought. Just bruised up a bit from rushing through the crowd.¡± As she followed after the group, small black marbles sank into her reddened skin.


    ¡°Hey Maxwell why didn¡¯t you get some enhancements to help you rise through the ranks faster?¡± Rayla asked.


    ¡°Don¡¯t know. I¡¯m rather old school. Just do things the old fashioned way. Don¡¯t need a leg up.¡±


    ¡°Cant argue with you there. Know where we are going though? Been walking for quite some time.¡±


    ¡°I hope so, should be there shortly.¡±


    Tobias took out the taser they got from headquarters. Good thing they did not have to use them. What good would that do who could say. Clausum mare had been peaceful. Not many visitors from these people. When they do finally double down back at home, it will probably get ugly. Change is slow at home.


    Gradually using new technologies being discovered. Maxwell announced: ¡°Here!¡± As they finally reached their destination. Into a wide cavern, they took a small passage to the left and came to a dead end shortly after. A square indentation carved into the wall in front of them. Maxwell placed his emitter inside and the wall glowed. It dissolved downwards and the party stepped through, rather confused. After a moment it closed back up and Maxwell¡¯s emitter popped right out.


    ¡°How, what? What was that Maxwell?¡± Feyanna asked.


    ¡°Our last stretch. Interesting right? Not even the chief knows why that is there or how it works.¡±


    ¡°How far does this go?¡± Tobias said.


    ¡°It used to go all the way to station. The underground library on the east side of town. Closed up now after years of landslides and inactivity down here.¡± ¡°Weird. Going to have to hit the books tomorrow and see if I cant find anything.¡¯ ¡°Wouldn¡¯t be a bad idea. I¡¯ll join you, curious myself. We have a short detour home. After we get out of here, its a ten mile climb to the rendezvous point.¡±


    ¡°That will be great. My leg is really itchy for some reason.¡±


    ¡°Also wouldn¡¯t be surprised. From all the different materials in the air, wouldn¡¯t be surprised if ya caught an allergy.¡± ¡°Figures don¡¯t it?¡±


    Hours passed as they moved underground. Nothing to note down here. It was strangely carved out and straight. Some inclines here and there. A few bats hanging about. They came to a fork, one way was clearly blocked by rubble and they naturally followed the other route. With Maxwell leading they way he began to feel fresh air hit his face. He hurried his stride. Moments later he came face to face with a bush. Leaves brushing against his face his tumbled out into the night.


    ¡°Finally!¡± Fresh air he yelled. They had reached the valley. Tobias, Rayla and Feyanna came out shortly after. Each enjoying the breaths of fresh air.


    ¡°Ten more miles you guys. Straight up this nice smooth mountain. We will be there in about an hour I bet.¡± Maxwell said.


    ¡°Here I come bed. I miss you.¡± Feyanna said.


    With a second wind, they all chugged up the cold grass. Wind slightly blowing down the plateau. Feyannas leg was both burning and itching. She did her best to ignore it. Would be getting it looked at and fixed in an hour or two.


    ¡°Get to the meeting spot for our ride back and hello relief.¡± She had begun lagging behind the others just a little bit. They must have almost been there, at least seven or eight miles in. She looked back down the sweeping hill as they wind was getting stronger. Meteors raced against the night sky. Something large flew over the group. No one cared to look up as they were all exhausted and ready to go home.


    ¡°Just one of those rare hawks that live out here.¡± Feyanna thought. The wind now howling, her balance felt strange against the ground. Then all of a sudden she heard loud cracks, as the land began to crumble underneath her. A landslide. The others turned around at the noise and yelled over the winds for her to hurry. Leg burning she dashed up, digging feet and hands into the ground. She looked like a running bear. Maxwell was worried but she had easily gotten out of trouble. Lucky for her it had just been a small portion of the land. Strange but maybe the wind had something to do with it. Then he froze. Someone was behind her. A massive figure just like back at the chapel. He could tell it was him. Not but a few feet behind her, it was already to late to yell. As she smiled happily just avoiding the landslide, pain hit her instantly as something speared through her stomach and latched onto her. Maxwell dropped his body to slide down hoping to reach her quicker. He grasped her by the shoulders and noticed the chain like spear that went through. Before being able to attempt to break it, she was tossed backwards. Hands slipping away trying to hold on. Maxwell could feel the malice behind his eyes, as the Avaron disappeared into the landslide.


    He was about to jump off but the other three had grabbed him.


    ¡°We have got to go after her!¡± He yelled.


    ¡°There is nothing we can do! We will either get killed by him, or something else!¡±


    Rayla said.¡±


    ¡°We got to try! We are almost home!¡±


    Tobias looked over to the land sliding and giving way. Rolling into the plateau. There was no way the three could go after them.


    ¡°We got to leave Max. We are not far from help. We can ask whoever is there


    to send an emergency team. I will help look.¡± ¡°So will I.¡± Rayla said.


    ¡°Damnit! Fine, lets hurry!¡± With that said Maxwell started sprinting up the last quarter mile until they had reached their destination. As he ran he swore he heard an echo slice through the wind. ¡°Infiltratiors¡­.you are lucky it was just one of you. Soon I will be upon your lands.¡±


    Less than an hour later multiple planes and rescue crews were on site. Soldiers from Clausum mare bringing in some fire power. In-case they needed to fight. Even with everyone on sight, they searched all the way until the afternoon. Clearing rubble, clearing the passage way, even checking down their. Maxwell, Tobias and Rayla were covered in mud and dirt from head to toe. Sitting in the mud Maxwell leaned forward and pounded at the ground. Not far from where she had been taken, her emergency beacon lay there dead. As he stared into the mud, his vision began to black out.


    Maxwell slowly opened his eyes. White walls surrounded him. Iv¡¯s nestled into his skin. Sitting up, there was no one else in the room. Just a cleaning bot doing busy working, cleaning up the already polished white floor. Maxwell thought about his back to back nightmares and hurled on the floor. The cleaning bot made one long beeeeeep then came over to clean it up.


    ¡°That must be what its like to be living in hell. I hope that never happens again.¡±


    Laying back he stared at the ceiling. His brain was rattled. The last thing he remembered was the instant pain from being smacked, leaving his feet then blacking out moments later.


    ¡°I certainly got my ass kicked.¡± He felt to weak to move and just thought over his back to back nightmares.


    ¡°That beast and Feyanna, what an honestly terrible combination.¡±


    The door to his room slid open and he let out a sigh of relief as his wife Melanie came in. Along with Tobias, Grant and Lydon.


    Melanie went over to him immediately and gave him a hug.


    ¡°Well. My friend. That was the least graceful defeat I have ever seen from you.


    SMACK! Then lights out.¡± Lydon said walking over and giving a fist bump.


    ¡°I¡¯m surprised you weren¡¯t first. Good to see your still kicking.¡± ¡°No way sir, four eyes four lives!¡± Lydon said pointing at his head. ¡°You are such a fool.¡± Melanie said rolling her eyes.


    ¡°Thank you for bringing my husband back you guys.¡±


    ¡°Of course!. Couldn¡¯t shake this guy off if my life depended on it.¡± ¡°That¡¯s one tough piece of jerky¡¯ ya got there. Thought you were a goner.¡± Grant said. Helmet still on. Visor up.


    ¡°Glad your alight Max. We are preparing to leave for Ovoroth In the next week. Helix will be coming with us. If your wife here lets you, still willing to come?¡±


    Sitting up, kissing his wife¡¯s forehead he gave Tobias the stink eye.


    ¡°Of course I¡¯m down. We are just starting!¡±


    ¡°Yes you were literally down there for a while.¡± Lydon said.


    Maxwell gave him a weak punch in the side.


    Melanie gave all the guys a dirty look.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to allow it. Of course. Only because I¡¯ve known you all for so long and you have found your own way out of trouble each time. This next time though? As soon as something comes up let me know and I will be there faster than you can blink. Understood.¡±


    ¡°Yes ma¡¯am.¡± Grant said with an uncomfortable smile.


    ¡°Tobias, Lydon?¡± They both felt the glare.


    ¡°Yes, yes of course.¡±


    ¡°Good now get out of here for a bit. I get to spend some time with him before he goes on another suicide mission.¡±


    ¡°Yes sir.¡± Lydon said which earned him another smack by her. ¡°Alright we will keep in touch Maxwell.¡± See you soon.


    As they left Maxwell was still exhausted.


    ¡°I had some terrible dreams, Melanie. I revisited the day we lost Feyanna twice.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s not good. I hope where-ever she is; she is at least alive and doing okay.¡±


    ¡°So do I. Tobias heard her voice. It¡¯s possible she is still with us. You already know because you have seen it. I still leave some of her favorite possessions outside. The shark Lydon got her, her lucky coin and a bag of sun danced potato chips.¡±


    ¡°Yes. If it were ever possible, I¡¯m sure that would be enough to bring her back. Maybe she has already snuck into that bag?¡±


    ¡°Who knows?¡± They hugged each other quietly.


    ¡°Well Grant, want to head over to the forge now?¡± Tobias asked.


    ¡°Yea¡¯ let¡¯s get going. Someone over there may know something about the crystals. A long shot but worth a try.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t get any ideas and sneak off to tinker with them now.¡± Lydon replied.


    ¡°Of course not. Not yet anyway.¡± His lips widened into a smile and gave them a wink, attaching his helmet.

 Chapter 2: Mirage

    Chapter 2: Mirage


    Wafts of smoke rose from the lowest pits of the forge. Escaping through vents, suspended in the morning air. From higher up, in what may as well be called a city, a stained fist lowering. Dirt brown knuckles began to chip as piles of material decompressed. Liquid metals flowing like lava poured over the platform. All of this had been nearly silent from where Tobias stood. Sparks flew and traces of embers flashed and vanished on Lydon¡¯s glasses. Stone faced he had to wipe away the dust that settled on his frames. Rising against this sector, giant crystals hummed and changed color. Dirty but still magnificent all the less, they slowly moved along the ground. Under the platform of smashed materials, that energy was recycled. Every few moments there would be a slow buildup of light from stones. Then it would fade. A breath in and out. Giving life to all of Mare Clausum. Lydon carried the small Ovorothian Box in his hands. Glancing at the generators here, it gave him a brief comfort. The crystals that found their way into his home may have been some kind of elaborate prank. A chipped off piece from one of these maybe. Who would even bother? Helix was the only one not a part of the group. Still in the navy. No way he would do that. Soot covering his eyes, Lydon took out the orange crystal.


    Holding it up in the light he hoped to see something. First taking a long scan over it to see if any piece had been chipped off. Yea right. Looking at this, then the crystal, it was a rather daft comparison. There was no way any of these had been a part of something. Each of them felt unnatural. Clearing his glasses he peered at the crystal. Right through it in fact. It was not catching any of the junk in the air. The orange staying a steady shade, as the setting sun. It almost seemed to lighten the whole area the more Lydon gazed into it. Soothing yet confusing at the same time. Out of one eye something caught him off guard. The heavy metals being melted down, flowed and for a moment took shape. Before he could focus on that what, Grants voice rang through his ears. Grant was coming over to him, with the welding helmet off.


    ¡°You doing okay over here?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, yeah just checking to see if the crystals had been taken from here.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s why I brought you here. Seeing anything so far?¡±


    ¡°Nope. Let¡¯s keep checking. One thing I will try is this.¡±


    Lydon held the stone above his head, aiming it at Grant. Peering in all directions he looked through the crystal. Focusing on the shining bald surface. Grant immediately caught on and folded his arms.


    ¡°Had to check if there was a clue, or treasure map underneath that shining surface. Ya never know.¡±


    The welding helmet went back on, and he walked away. Onyx barked as Grant made unintelligible grunts.


    Tobias came over and snatched the purple crystal out of the box. Lydon squinted at him as he dropped the orange one in and closed the box. ¡°You just need to hold onto something or what? It could be a good luck charm.


    How about rubbing it like a genie lantern?¡±


    ¡°That may not be a bad idea. There are currently plenty of things though that could escape. Would rather not.¡±


    ¡°Point taken. You can ask for a re-do on things like that can¡¯t you?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t believe so. Depends on how generous the entity inside was.¡± ¡°If something goes terribly wrong, I will offer up just about anything as an apology.¡±


    ¡°Will be keeping your word on that. May just have to ask for all your insight into these crystals to be removed.¡±


    ¡°That would certainly help me sleep at night. Going to have to pray that comes to pass!¡±


    Tobias gaze fell into the crystal as they moved into the heart of the forge. The sound of static filled his ears. Somehow, he managed to avoid bumping into others while staring into his palm.


    ¡°Where did this come from?¡± he asked, unable to take his glance off it. What about it, is so alluring?¡± He thought. The clock rewound and he found himself with the Thara people. From when though? He recognized the place. Their homes, deity like statues, mountains, cloths, and the smell. Their garments were different however and they spoke in a language he could not understand. A bell rang off through the forge, notifying it was down time. This was used for all the machinery to reduce their likelihood of failing. Looking around for the noise just confused him. It was like another lucid dream. Mountains rose off in the distance and the sound of wind rushed past earlobes. That all to familiar sense of dread kicked in. Lungs tightened and air could not escape for a breath.


    ¡°What is this¡­What is the crystal trying to tell me?¡± He thought.


    Wanting to speak aloud, he could not. Eyes fell on him from the Thara people. His vision became blurrier as he tried to get a grasp on the surroundings. All just watching as they encircled him. One did not step until they were in front of him. A hand reached out to his face. Being unable to move, it went right through his skull. No pain, nothing. Their hands moved silent yet methodically. Afterwards, fingers reached to the sky as they stared at their palms. Like a chain had been taken off, Tobias moved back just a bit. Moving one hand through the other. He was free to move once more. The figures of the Thara, dark silhouettes, attempted to speak to him. So, he thought. As they opened their mouths, no teeth or slime graced their figure. Just a deep darkness and sound rang out. Cupping his ears he yelled out in pain. As the sound became deafening.


    Grant and Lydon¡¯s voice both rang out as he yelled. Slowly coming back into view was the forge. His two friends and groups of people were just watching. Onyx pawing at his ankle.


    ¡°Hey you! If the smoke and grinding of gears is getting to you, you shouldn''t be a here!¡± Someone yelled.


    ¡°Wow. You okay their man? Sounded like you were being murdered.¡± Maxwell asked, grasping his shoulder.


    Tobias shook his head looking around. The crystals blinding his vision, he forcefully moved forward, trying to shake off this daze. Tobias thrust his hand out in front of Lydon.


    ¡°You can hold on to this for a while. It¡¯s giving me quite the headache.¡± Pushing it into his hands. Tobias kept walking forward. Lydon, glasses over his nose gave a questioning look to him. Then back to Grant, who just shrugged. Giant pairs of airplane wings began to get squished together. From an outdated model. Several large submarines groaned across the top of the forge as they moved to be demolished into smaller parts. Tobias eyes fell quietly on a pile of parts. Pieces of humans, androids, cyborgs, whatever was the correct phrase. Out of a burning fire, a claw-like object came out and drug them into the flames. Eyeballs, shoulder, and knee sockets creaked and burst. The faces of animals and obscure objects melting away. A figure hollered from atop the structure surrounded by metal tubing.


    ¡°First batch of power to the southern sector is ready to go! He smacked the metal tubing. In that instant, the melted parts slowly made their way up. Inside as the liquid made its way through, was constantly melted. Those ran extremely hot and were constantly breaking down material. Looping their way around, some of it would go straight to the generators if they began to get low on power. Giant magnetic rings made their way to where the parts got scooped away. In between the clashing field, more parts dropped and spilled. The small man jumped off right down into it. With a smash, two metal legs kicked scrap, as he stretched his back.


    ¡°Ah the fresh smell of oil, guts, flame, and machinery. Just the way to get the day started!¡± The man said coming to Tobias, who had stopped to watch the flow. Watching chunks of molted melted move through the muck, he was oblivious to his surroundings.


    ¡°Hey! You! - You alright in there!?¡± The smaller man speaking up.


    ¡°Oh yes, sorry just got lost there for a moment.¡± Tobias said.


    ¡°If you keep on getting lost there, one of these days you are going to find yourself attached to one of these giant suction contraptions or being burned alive in the street. Keep your wits about you!¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t plan on either of those, thanks for the heads up.¡±


    ¡°No problem. Now that we got that covered, how can I help you?¡±


    ¡°Help me? I apologize don¡¯t need any help, just wanted to watch the cogs in the wheel keeping the forge going.¡±


    ¡°I know it is a magnificent site isn¡¯t it! My absolute favorite. Now most people who stand or approach my domain surely need something. Shoot give this aging man a bone, will you?


    Tobias looked to his side and did not see Lydon or grant in the immediate vicinity. His glancing did catch the reflection of the flowing magma like flow bouncing around the area, more specially from Grants helmet. Behind them was a lean person with a cloak that covered their whole frame. Tobias couldn¡¯t make out the face because of the dark brown hood draped over them. He did notice mechanical hands messing with some Dials. They must have done some kind of trade, or just decided to be kind this morning. As they made their back over to them Tobias leaned toward the smaller man and looked around. Making sure no one was following him; not like he was that attentive at the moment anyway. The small man leaned in anticipation.


    ¡°Say, how much do you know about strangely colored crystals that can possibly make you see things?¡± Tobias asked.


    ¡°Oh? That sounds like a good time. It really depends on where they are from. The shape, color, and size. I would really need to have them in my hands and take a closer look.¡± The man said.


    ¡°That sounds fair, let me go ahead and ask these guys what they think.¡±


    ¡°Think about what?¡± Grant said standing next to him. Dirt gathering on his helmet.


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    ¡°Did you get any information already!?¡± Grant, leaned asked as he leaned in.


    ¡°No, no! Keep your voice down. We don¡¯t need shouted to all of Mare.¡± Tobias said.


    ¡°How about we just come inside my home here? Promise no one will follow you. When the gears get really cranking in the afternoon, it can be nearly impossible to hear. Unless you guys are as sketchy as you seem.¡±


    ¡°Yes, let us go inside. Sooner better than later. Could use a break from all the soot anyway!¡± Lydon said, giving Grant and Tobias a strange look.


    ¡°Excellent follow me right this way!¡± Just above where had jumped off, he stopped in front of flowing colors and a metal building ahead of him. With a quick tap from of right foot, the dust covered ground he was on slid open. ¡°Come on down, right this way! His small frame disappearing under as soot fell like snow in the morning air.


    ¡°Tobias, you know this is not the Forgemaster or Grant¡¯s contact, correct?¡± Lydon said.


    ¡°Well, I do know that much at least. It has been quite a while since I have been here! He seemed rather pleasant and seemed to know a little bit about the crystals so why not take a look?¡± Grant said.


    ¡°You told him about the crystals already!?¡± Lydon leaned in, the four of them looking into the dark.


    ¡°That is Hannigar, Hannigar Cutwallow. An old battle veteran and now one of the keys to keep the forge running. I hope he doesn¡¯t melt us down for fuel.¡±


    Inside was disastrously hot, the three almost instantly started wiping sweet off their heads as what light had shone down in, was gone. Begrudgingly going down a long flight of metal stairs, they stepped into almost a giant underground cavern. The anger from being drenched in sweat faded almost instantly as it was nice and cool down here. A giant fan sits atop a gray colored wall and spun the threads that would keep them sane. More pipes dug their way straight up as even more snaked their way underground. Machines buzzed and lit up as Hannigar looked at a giant screen, monitoring this section of the forge from the looks of it. He turned around to greet them with two stomps into the ground with his metal feet and called out.


    ¡°Alright boys! Let¡¯s see what you got here. The name is Hannigar. Nice to meet you. I¡¯ve seen the one with the welder helmet around these parts more than a handful of times, never got to speak with you till now!¡±


    ¡°Good to meet you sir. I know all of the work you do down here and how difficult it can be to keep this section of the forge running. I¡¯m Grant Phaisemar.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m Lydon and the knucklehead who were speaking to is Tobias.¡± ¡°Nice to know you now on a name-to-name basis! Now let¡¯s get straight down to business here. Sounds like you guys have stumbled upon some crystals that can make you well, a little out there. Don¡¯t tell me you are a bunch of addicts looking to get a fix.¡±


    ¡°Not like that at all sir!¡± Lydon said laughing scratching the back of his head. ¡°What the hell did you say to him Tobi!?¡± He whispered to Tobias making his way over to the giant monitor.


    ¡°Good, that better be the case if not I¡¯m going to either turn you into the CAD or melt you down right here in the forge. Depending on how crazy you all are.¡± ¡°We are honestly insane, but we still have a decent amount of self-awareness. We just really need to kno-¡±


    A decently sized hammer was hurdling towards Lydon face as he reached into his pockets to take out the crystals. With a quick step to the side, the hammer flew by and smashed into the ground leaving a smaller crater in its wake.


    ¡°Nice try. I would make light of that but I¡¯m not really in the mood to be surprised.¡± Lydon said seriously.


    ¡°You are not currently out of your mind and still got your wits about you I see! That is good to know. A small test if you will. Just in case those crystals have got to you. Now bring them here. Let¡¯s see what you got!¡±


    All of them gathered close to each other and Hannigar motioned to put them on a small steel table just in front of him. With caution he took out the crystals and placed them one by one on the table. Hannigar watched him suspiciously the whole time, eyebrow raised and a small grin, revealing more than 1 soot colored tooth. That expression faded instantly as he saw what Lydon had placed on the table.


    ¡°Where did you get these!? He looked around furiously and picked up what seemed to be a double-barreled shotgun. His metal hands clenched angrily on the gun. It looked to be slowly charging up from inside the barrels, cracks of electricity began to form. Grant slowly walked over to him; gun pointed right at him. With his big hands he slowly moved the aim away from them.


    ¡°Do not worry. This is why Tobias was whispering to you back there. We are not sure where these came from. Going to the Forgemaster to see if he knows anything about them is our plan. You do seem to know something about these. Care to share with us, what you know their friend?¡±


    ¡°Those are..how?! Ovorothian crystals. It has been some time since I have last seen one.¡± Hannigar dropped the shotgun and leaned into the crystal¡¯s eyes peering over them. His eyes looked strange as the pupils and iris began to move against the white of his eyes. Spinning in circles as his face got closer. Tobias quickly went over and gently pulled him back by the shoulders.


    ¡°Careful! We do not understand or know what they do just yet.¡± Tobias said.


    ¡°Ah no need to worry about me sonny. He said looking back up at him with his eyes slowly returning to normal.


    ¡°Just scanning and getting a read on these beauties.¡± Now reaching down carefully to pick up one of the crystals, the white one specifically.


    ¡°Such a wonder these are. Would you look at this! Ahh a ribbon, not actually. That¡¯s not it. It would come right off it were, more like a welded decoration right into it! Usually these are plain, not decorated as these. Very interesting indeed. Where did you come across such a wander?¡±


    ¡°Well, you see¡­¡± Tobias thought briefly for a moment. Deciding if this man was trustworthy or not. He hadn¡¯t blasted them into bits or turned them in yet so that was a positive. That was enough to tell him just a little bit. Them tracking down the Archveil beast, finding the Ovorothian armaments and how this had somehow made its way into Lydon¡¯s home. Lydon gave him the eye the whole time and spoke up to interrupt Tobias, when necessary, to not give away all his home¡¯s security secrets.


    ¡°Thank you for such a wonderful tale. Fills this old soul with excitement. During my time in the Clausum Mare defense force I never got to see Ovoroth for myself. Have gotten the chance to meet many high-ranking officials when they would come to us for spare parts or need help with some trouble at sea close to their homeland. Always just out of reach and sight I¡¯m afraid.¡±


    ¡°Did those you meet have these on them? Or have you heard anything on winds about these by chance?¡±


    ¡°I have certainly seen these before, just one the others were in different shapes.¡±


    ¡°Different shapes? Now you are getting to the good stuff old man.¡± Lydon said.


    ¡°Yes, I have indeed even though my eyes have been heavily modified, I will never forget.¡± He gave him a quick jabbing motion with his fist at Lydon.


    ¡°Feisty.¡±


    ¡°The ones I saw the most often came in the shapes of Spheres. There had been many others as well in the shapes of triangles, cubes, dice, sometimes a skull or cylinder. These ones you have found though, only once. He was a high ranking official, of course. One of the heads for their navy if I remember.


    correctly. He had been asking if we had any parts from an old ancient place or places, preferably, Archveil.¡±


    The Three shot glances at each other.


    ¡°Now at the time we had not any. That was about forty to fifty years ago I believe. Yes, that is because we had been given a special shipment. You wouldn¡¯t believe it. Was something those ole¡¯ Thara had. It was like a giant gear. Not too heavy but you could hold it in the palm of your hand. Once you traced a finger across it, would burrow straight down. Luckily, we didn¡¯t manage to rip a hole straight through our hands.¡±


    For a about a minute more Hannigar kept on about his time in Clausum force and here at the forge. Some days with no power. Crystals breaking and not being placed correctly. Stray machinery causing chaos. Amusing but the three had been lost in thought.


    ¡°Did you ever see anything like that when you were summoned by the Thara Tobi?¡± Lydon asked.


    ¡°No, I did not. Maybe in the library while searching though those books? Would be too hard to till if it was apart from one of those creatures.¡± ¡°Yea, no. I doubt it. Something like that is too vague. It could be from the Tuelere for all we know.¡±


    ¡°Did you catch anything about what they were going to use it for?¡± Grant asked.


    ¡°I did not. All of that was out of my reach. Not really my business, you know, it being classified information for them. We did get compensated well with dials though.¡±


    ¡°Was worth a try.¡± Grant mumbled.


    ¡°I can leave you kids with a little more information though. Each crystal was said to do something different. Now if this is just superstition or not, I could not tell you. First off let¡¯s start at the top, these Generator-like crystals you have here, are told to grant Ovorothian people some kind of power. Anywhere from enhanced strength to, heck even some kind of magic! Tobias slowly crooned his neck. Pictures of turtles caught his eye. Hannigar and two turtles. One on each shoulder. It was distracting.


    ¡°Next and last, is every other kind of crystal. Like their superior, it is believed they would also grant power but not as strange, of course. They could be used to power buildings, heal others, cure sickness, give off light, influence, and store memories. That is all I remember anyway. I¡¯m sure they can give out a whole bunch more. If it isn¡¯t a bunch of spit.¡± Hannigar finished. Liquid splashed down his face as he drained a foul looking glass.


    ¡°Well, that is news to me!¡± Lydon said, having sparks of curiosity race behind his eyes.


    ¡°Now there, you dreamer. You said you saw something in one of these crystals.


    Mind if I take a look?¡±


    ¡°Sure, be my guest. The purple one be-careful, as you almost got lured in the first time.¡± Tobias said, folding his arms in nervous anticipation.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you be worrying about me now. This old bag of bones can take care of himself just fine.¡± Hannigar took off his rusted color looking gloves covered in soot and scorch marks. From the knuckles up burn marks ran their way up. Deep cuts accompanied them. Skin bruised, from all the work. Tobias spotted what looked like to be the start of a tattoo in the middle of his hands, one on each side. The start of a spiral. Cautiously his outstretched fingers tapped against the crystal, following that with the rest of them taking their spots on the crystal. Leaving a little dusting of soot. Gripping it tightly and bringing it towards a pair of curious eyes, he began walking around the room mumbling to himself.,


    ¡°I doubt this is anything more than a myth. Just fancy decorations for an age long gone. Sure, everyone has their secrets and tricks. Bah! Just illusions to keep you guessing!¡± he said under his breath. The three just watched him as the grinding of gears and vents released heat and steam, drowning out any chance of picking up on words. He stopped, the words in the air fell silent as the pressure from the surrounding mechanisms gently let out a breath. Time seemed to stop. Averting his gaze from the crystal, his chamber had been turned into a blur. Silhouettes filled his field of vision. Those three young ins¡¯ apparently gone from sight.


    Is this finally the end? He thought. Feeling a crushing sensation, buckling forward, he fell to one knee. With one hand on the ground used to catch the fall, he felt himself sinking. A familiar feeling as shadows next to him flailed widely. Trying to reach the surface. Then, he knew exactly where he was. Sinking deeper into the floor, briefly closing his eyes. A grip seized him by the arm and pulled him up. It was not one of the kids, however, a remnant of the past. In the room, his feet paddled to keep himself above ¡°water¡±. Looking down was an endless expanse of darkness. He could move again. He shot a glances side to side in angst. Before him wading in water, was someone he knew too well. The brief outlines of a dark blue and brown on a uniform before him. Even though this being was featureless, he knew. In the blackness of the presence that helped him, something began to take shape. Tendrils of darkness began to take shape. It felt otherworldly to him, something that was not there in this memory. In a last burst of light, brown and blue blocked his vision as a gigantic vessel shot barrages of missiles and fire power. The weight of this person slumped against him. Specks of light emerged from the figure. Blood leaking out as holes pierced the flesh. They collapsed back into the water. Hannigar watched as his friend sank face first into the depths. He tried to reach out, but it was futile. There was nothing to reach with.


    He shot up with a jolt. Metal arms and flailed legs. The three young men tried to hold him down. A single scream filled the room. Hannigar¡¯s chest rose and fell. Breath haggard, each breath feeling like the last.


    ¡°Ok old man. I don¡¯t think we will ask you any questions. Seems like you are on deaths door.¡± Lydon said.


    ¡°I would be grateful.¡± Hannigar said, gears churned as he tried to stand. White circles blotted out his vision. Steel caressed where his shoulders and legs had been.


    ¡°Go see that Forgemaster of yours. On your way out, come back here. Should have my bearings back and we can speak more.¡±


    Hannigar grasped at a chair made from bolts and sat down. The three quietly said their goodbyes. Gears hummed and sang as he sat alone.

 Chapter 3: Birth Underneath Despair

    Chapter 3: Birth Underneath Despair


    Locks of pure black lay over a pale face. Crystallized azure wrapped around them. Just


    enough to cover their eyes. Slick black gloves danced in the air as they moved their fingers.


    Ahh. There you are. You even brought your friends along. That old relic will lead you nowhere.


    Best I take care of the carcass. Solemn gray and black eyes followed Tobias out of sight.


    Moon and Sun clanked together.


    ¡°Is that the one we are looking for, Clelia?¡± The giant man threw the hood off his cloak. The


    letters of Island Fresh instantly grew dim. Tobias leaving the lot, unaware of any danger. Before


    the sleeve fully revealed what was underneath a cold hand stopped it.


    ¡°Not here, Yizmola. There is way too much rabble near us. Avaron will not be pleased if we


    spark conflict sooner than he would like.¡± She said. Bits of crystal formed on the giant man¡¯s


    arm.


    ¡°Pathetic and soft. He has the nerve to make us wait. All the while he is out causing chaos.¡±


    Stone fell, harmlessly hitting the earth. Onlookers gasped and gave a wide berth as the two stood


    in the elevator.


    Yizmola made eye contact with a startled man. Instantly he began to sweat and rushed out as fast


    as possible. Crystals hit the floor as he swept them off.


    ¡°Come now. You are making me incredibly worked up. I can taste your rage in the air. That


    magic of yours was about to coat this place in blood.¡±


    Her eyes reflected in the crystals that rest upon the steel floor. Tight lipped and blank faced.


    Never once looking up. Like an animal arising from sleep after the long days of winter, she raised a finger. The rest of her body did not move along with it. Crimson scattered against the walls.


    ¡°Owww! What the hell was that?¡± A woman cried out. Her cheek had been sliced open towards the bridge of her nose.


    Yizmola chuckled as the elevator descended.


    Colors dazzled in the mirror of her eyes. Memories trickled back then began to pour. Her partner was busy snickering at her recent display. The mission here was just for reconnaissance. No deaths were allowed. It was beyond her, but she did not question it. They had found one of the many targets Avaron had personally marked. ¡°Marrows¡± he had called them. Stains upon not only on this planet, but the universe. Far-fetched was the only way to put it. A select few measly humans? What could they possibly do? Nearby, a fish curled up from tail to spine. It cracked and split into pieces, littering the bottom of the tank. Clelia¡¯s fingers outstretched in its direction.


    Without some divine power or intervention, like she had received, everyone including her before were worthless. Before her Yizmola lead the way. With this giant shield in front of her, she had a moment to relive a specific moment. Avaron had given them instructions to also act like the current populace. An impossible task. Made easy thanks to the oblivious people. Often stoned faced, this thought rearranged it into an angry snarl.


    Torch light flickered off damp stone mixed with cracked earth. Pincers poked and dug through. Ancient species burrowed through the walls. Malnourished hands held a child in their arms. Fires along the walls outlined cages. Not just a few either. Rusted steel led to rotten wood. Shallow waters running just underneath. The child began to cough uncontrollably. That was common down here. Wherever this was.


    Right next to them, presumably in another cage, mucus and blood splattered on the floor. Lungs hacked and heaved up bile. Rotten teeth barley hung out from a foaming mouth.


    ¡°Hey Koshi, you still alive?¡± A man said. Next to the woman holding the child. Equally in terrible shape. Light from the torch did not reach his face. Slumped over a trembling hand reached out, then stopped. The face that he could barley make out was consumed with rot and mold. Not a single breath escaped.


    Waters rippled and shook as the march of footsteps came. Dark blue helmets covered their faces. Fully clad armor compared to those suffering. With all their strength, the three stood up. No words being exchanged. They had already known what was coming. Shackles against their feet broke. Through the dark their footsteps drowned out all other sounds. The procession marched on. Subterranean depths awaited. More torches on distant walls, water cascading down its sides. Over loose walls of earth, giving way over decades and decades. Rapid water was the only thing that brought the trio comfort. Lights grew brighter as a giant crystal reached out. Slightly slanted it rose as far as the eye could see.


    Encircled around the base of the crystal they stopped.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry dear. You can do it. Then we can leave this depressing place behind.¡± The woman said. With an arm still holding on to frail hands, she let go. The young child approached the crystal. Dressed in dark regal blue and white, a figure stood firm in the center. Tentacles grasped a globe. Hung on the upper torso, the badge proudly displayed. He unsheathed a sword from his side and pointed it at the child. The cobalt blade at their throat.


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    ¡°Best of luck child.¡± He said and took a couple steps forward. Sword still drawn.


    Long black hair fell over the child¡¯s eyes. With one last look she brushed her withering black hair aside. With a small nod, she approached the crystal. The brilliant stone remained intact. Beedy spectacles took in the sigh. White and orange blazed their way to the iris. To look away was impossible. Wisp of energy tethered out from the crystal and surrounded her. Azure struck the ground and the man smiled. His face wore deep gashes. Blemishes of red and swollen purple. Beard hair going down to his chest.


    ¡°Heatherweald beautiful as ever. Bestowing your gifts to the meek.¡± Sparks of azure and flame erupted as he approached the parents.  Fear in their eyes as the blade tore through the air. However, the blade instead met the sheath. He placed a hand on each of them.


    ¡°Congratulations! I was nearly about to cast you down to join the others. Been so used to failure after all this time I cannot believe this!¡± His laughter was more like a roar.


    ¡°Thank you, King Malgerius.¡± The father said. Tears in his eyes.


    ¡°It is not I you should be thanking. The three of you, I should be thanking. With the birth of a new scepter, Ovoroth will now have to worry less about the future.¡± He said and gave them a shove.


    ¡°Go. Join her before Heatherwealds gift expires.¡±


    They nodded and ran towards their daughter. Being embraced by the crystal¡¯s energy. Life coming to her. Her hair went from brittle to vibrant. Lungs inhaled and exhaled air more easily. Heart muscles much stronger. From having a hard time taking the simplest of steps, she stood taller. Poison and rot from down here seeped out of her body.


    Clelia found herself somewhere else. It was more peaceful here under a warm orange sky. Wind tore through sky and sent her flying. Shadows hid the warm glow. Two giant black eyes looked down on her. Beak almost touching her nose. Dust blew past as the giant flapped its wings once more. She reached up to the creature, never once filled with fear.


    ¡°Are you a birdie?¡± Clelia said. Skin crystallized and shed. The rest of her as well. Life returning again.


    ¡°Yes child. I am.¡± It replied. The giant beak opened and spoke softly.


    ¡°I have only heard stories. Me and my parents have only been down here in the dark. We have not seen the world.¡±


    ¡°Wow. You are so soft. Are you all like this?¡±


    A light laughter shook the ground. Clelia smiled as she continued to touch the beak.


    ¡°If they let you touch them. Yes. Come now child. Would you like to fly? Our time here is unfortunately short. We cannot stay here.¡±


    ¡°Fly, what is that? It is nice here I cannot stay?¡± She asked. The bird carefully picked her up with the beak and lowered her onto to the soft black feathers.


    ¡°What is your name birdie?¡± Clelia asked. Feathers brushed against her face as she got belly down and held on tight.


    ¡°I truly am sorry child. You still have family and life to explore. You cannot stay here with me. If you would like, I can come with you.¡± The two launched into the sky. Brilliant orange clouds quietly soared over an ocean with crystals coming out of the water. The birds dark blue and black wings casting silhouettes off the gleaming surfaces.


    ¡°Kee, The Raven Queen. Is my name young one, Kee is good.¡±


    ¡°Kee the birdie queen okay. Yes I would. How would you do that? You are so big.¡±


    Another laugh and a shimmer of orange reflected in Kee¡¯s dark eyes.


    ¡°I will transfer my spirit to you. In turn you will inherit all my abilities. I may be quite for some time as I need to recover.¡±


    Kee dove towards a giant structure. Made all of it crystal, it arched and looked like a gateway.


    ¡°I don¡¯t understand but okay. Will we still be able to talk?¡±


    ¡°Of course. Just need to rest after we get to your world. Your family is waiting, lets not make them wait. Giant wings tucked in to the sides and Kee soared through the archway. Leaving the strange place behind them silent and empty. Thank you for this gift, Heatherweald. I won¡¯t forget it. Kee thought.


    Clelia¡¯s vision came back. No longer in the vibrant world. The crystal was back in sight. Her parents draped on either side of her. Sickly looking no longer, traces of Heatherweald ran through them as well.


    ¡°Kee, where are you?¡± She asked. Tears welling up in her eyes and looking around frantically.


    The raven queen. Oh, what does fate have in store? Malgerius thought.


    ¡°Come friends! Let us leave. It is time to bring you to the surface world. I cannot wait for you to meet my boy. Mathias. He also was gifted from Heatherweald. I hope you become great friends!¡± Proclaimed Malgerius loudly.


    ¡°Let us be off!¡±


    Kee where did you go. Are you already sleeping? Clelia thought. Startled, she jumped back for a moment then had the biggest smile on her face. Enough to dispel the gloominess. Black raven-like feathers mixed with tints of blue sprouted out from her arms.


    The last of torches lay horizontally on a giant slab of moss.


    ¡°Raise the bloody wall will you!¡± Malgerius hollered up. Soldiers near half asleep sprang to attention. Two pairs of soldiers split up to walls to the east and west. Each placed a hand over giant mossy slabs. Marked with different sea creatures. The slab rose, as dirt and dust mixed with foul water fell below. Likely straight into the poor souls stuck below. Light burst through, nearly blinding the family. Marble stairs made their way down to greet them.


    Clelia turned back to look over what she had called home her entire existence up until this point. Even if she did not know anyone down there, since so many died, came, and left. She promised to come back and help them. A dream likely to never see light. Her parents, not invigorated, gave her a pat on the head and nodded. Blue expenses, far as the eye could see, met them as they came up. The door to the abyss closed behind them. No cries or pleading for help. The aura of dread filling in the gaps. Until it was shut and sealed. Whispers would never be able to escape.


    Tentacles covered in giant starfish had taken comfort around pillars sinking down miles long.


    ¡°What is that, daddy?¡± Clelia said. Her eyes widening and going black as a raven.


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure kiddo. There will be an unbelievable amount of questions. This is the first time for all of us.¡± The father said.


    ¡°That is our protector. A god if you will. Keeps all the people of Ovoroth safe one way or another.¡± Yelled Malgerius at the top of his lungs.


    ¡°If there is chance. One day I can take you to him.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡± Cleia said excitedly.


    ¡°Yes of course! However, until then we have lots of work to do. Admire the ocean as we ascend.¡±


    The last of the marble steps ended. Radiant azure blinded even the king as they stepped into a giant room. The walls covered in mantles of many different sea creatures. Sharks, squids, giant oysters, sea shrimp, whales and even turtles. People mostly decorated in navy blue strode about. They all looked extremely different to Cleia. Fancier clothes compared to their rags. She shook more violently than an earthquake as some smiled at her. They had different colored teeth and shape even. Rows and rows of fangs. They were the only three strangers here.


    Two young men ran up to the king and gripped the swords at their hilts.


    ¡°Father! How was the journey? Do we have another to add to our ranks?¡± One of them said.


    Melgerius gripped the boy and shook him nearly off his hinges.


    ¡°Yes Mathias. We have! Heatherweald has granted us another.


    ¡°That is great, isn¡¯t it Hannigar?¡± Mathias said to the man next to him.


    ¡°Sure is. Nice to meet you.¡± He said and reached a handout to Cleia.


    She took it. Feathers from Kee brushed up against his arm. For just a moment when they connected, she saw another creature. It had four little feet and a shell on its back. It felt the same when she met Kee. One handshake to another, she met a few of the leaders of Ovoroth. Even the queen. Shorter than the king by just a head. She smiled and welcomed them.


    Formalities ending Cleia stood alone as her parents were nowhere to be seen. Dozens of glances went her way. Not all of them bore friendly looks.

 Chapter 4: Cloaked Raven

    Chapter 4: Cloaked Raven


    Years began to pass under a typical rainy day in Ovoroth. Gale winds picked up the pace. Cleia drew in her cloak closer to her. It flapped violently in the wind. Her mouth contorted and changed into a beak, resembling Kee¡¯s. Hands were replaced by talons as she perched on a rock twisted by the winds. Shelter avoided the animals that were too late. Try as they might. Their little claws were unable to keep them grounded.


    Kee¡¯s beak feasted on the unfortunate. Often gobbling up more than several fish or crab. Cleia herself was used to it at this point. The disgust on the people¡¯s faces of Ovoroth when she died made her sad. Even though she and everyone else had been treated so poorly in that endless expanse of darkness. Just out of the light of Heatherweald. Much like how Kee was stuck in that serene place. Much as she and Kee focused on the place, even with both of their minds together, could not reach it.


    Amidst the squall a figure lumbered over. She picked up on this and continued to feast.


    ¡°After all these years. I still cannot use to devouring creatures whole.¡± He stepped closer. Shell like patterns across his face. Dark blue covered him from chest to toe. Sand parted as a shell hand kept an iron grip on a club.


    ¡°Never once have I seen you act the part of your form. Suppose I should be lucky.¡± Cleia said.


    The club crashed down next to her. The man picked up a crab and stared right into her eyes. Before a word was spoken, the hardened shell of a lost Ovorothian crab was smashed to bits. Chunks of flesh flew by her face. Both with stone cold expressions in the storm.


    ¡°I really do despise being such a savage. This time is an exception.¡± He said.


    Cleia poked at his shell with her beak.


    ¡°You are rather nasty, Hannigar.¡± She said.


    ¡°Like wise you little brat.¡± He let his scales melt away and ruffled her hair.


    The two of them made their way down the shoreline to a great tower.


    Cleia bent down, while keeping her eyes on the tower. Before her feet could fully leave the ground. Hannigar stopped her in place.


    ¡°You know I¡¯m not that athletic or possess the ability to fly, correct? Care for giving me a lift?¡± He couldn¡¯t help but grin. He knew the answer.


    ¡°I can¡¯t carry your whale sized ass and fly up at the same time.¡± She said pursing her lips.


    ¡°You win. Let¡¯s go.¡± She stormed off to the tower while Hannigar laughed. Inside the tower almost felt like the depths below. It was dark and nearly empty.


    ¡°About time you two showed up. Didn¡¯t think this was going to happen.¡± The man said, one hand leaning on face.


    ¡°Still anxious as ever, Mathias.¡± Hannigar said.


    ¡°I just want to make sure father and mother, let alone an official from the army find us out here.¡± Mathias said. His gaze shifted to the stone walls. Symbols of Ovorothian etched into the walls. His father told him countless generations and people marked this tower. Even before the nation was fully developed. How long had this tower been here actually, was anyone¡¯s guess.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry. If I must Kee will shroud us from any danger.¡± Cleia said.


    ¡°Well then. Let us get to it.¡± Mathias said.


    The two men led the way. Hannigars club clutched in both hands. Cleia raised her arms, fully cloaked in black feathers. She plucked a feather out and sharpened it with her talons.


    I hope this is all we will need. Kee spoke to her inside her mind.


    Same. Let us find what we came here for and get back home as soon as possible. Cleia echoed.


    The tower was a straight shot until they got to the top. A great door of oak full of swirling symbols bared their path. Everyone took their turn to open the door with mixed results. Walls were to be searched next. That led to hands furiously tampering with the stone. No luck. Depicted inside the symbols a snake orbited the sun. Another a turtle carried the moon. It made their heads spin. No one knew what this was. Even if they had brought someone with knowledge of century old carvings, they would not know. Ovoroth was occupied taking care of itself. Their closet neighbors, the island of Archveil had rumored to been active.


    With frustration, Cleia leaned against the door.


    Please open. I must find a way to help those below. I can¡¯t break my promise. Not after what I¡¯ve been made to do over these several years. Not even Kee can believe what has transpired since she was let through.


    With her modified strength from Kee she pushed as hard as possible for a last-ditch effort. The door creaked and moaned like wood splinter and flung off the hinges. Hannigar came forward and knocked the end of his club into the door. Light poor through as it made contact. Mathias slammed into it and together they made it through. Before them a labyrinth of doors wound in a funnel. Bewilderment came over them.


    ¡°This is hardly what I consider treasure and knowledge. What is this?¡± Hannigar said.


    ¡°I¡­don¡¯t know. I expected maps, treasure, blueprints, artifacts and the like you know. Not a bunch of doors in a cylindric shape.¡± Mathias muttered. He went up to one of the doors and grasped a handle. Shaped oddly, which made his handshake. Human fingers and wrist. It was the only way, for this door. He gave them a smile and thumbs up.


    ¡°We came for some kind of answer since everyone else is so tight lipped. Let¡¯s not leave this place empty handed.¡± Mathias said. Beads of sweat fell from his brows.


    ¡°Defying the order Ovoroth, we have already martyred ourselves We may have to split ways once this is over.¡± Hannigar said, giving the two a nod.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay. We need to stop them. Powers from Heatherweald were never intended for warfare and self-preservation.¡± Cleia said and put a hand on Mathias¡¯s. Hannigar joined in. The three of them had seen worse than just a skeletal hand. The barbaric nature of their people. Lead them down this path. Cartilage popped as the handle turned. They all took a step into the unknown.


    Cleia readied her arms, the feathers turning razor sharp. Malice was somewhere in here. She looked back at the door. Tentacles slithered towards the light. If attempting to escape. Soon as the light hit the frail strands grasping out its warmness, they deteriorated. Only specs remained. Each step felt like a mile away from the door, left open. Particles of black continued to merge and leak out.


    ¡°What is this place?¡± Cleia said quietly. Below their feet an endless expanse of black greeted them.


    It feels familiar, somehow. Almost as if...this was another layer to Heatherweald. There is no mistaking it. Kee said. Speaking to Cleia in her mind.


    This is much more distressing than when we first met. Cleia thought. No life or color, just darkness.


    She squeezed her fist and went back to the light. Clearly there was nothing here. The other two noticed this and shrugged, then followed her. Mathias slammed the door in frustration. She went over and placed a hand on his shoulder. No words needed to be said and they moved on to the next door. Hours of searching led to the same. Empty vast of nothingness. The strange corridor to nowhere is coming to an end. One last door awaited them. The handle was simply ordinary. It swung open before they could touch it. Bright white mist floated through enveloping their ankles.


    Spirals of water surrounded Cleias arms. That hardened expression turned to laughter. It had tickled. Water ebbed and flowed around her leading her somewhere. Only the thoughts of how ticklish and lighthearted this place felt could be focused on. Tap tap tap. That sound caught her off guard. From the stupor she spun all the way around. Just her. Mathias and Hannigar were nowhere to be seen. She called out to them, adding the pitch of a ravens at the end of her words. Echoes did not travel here. The words fell flat, but the tapping continued. Teeth clenched together as her toes turned into talons.


    A single black shape emerged out of the mist. With a plop Cleia fell to a knee and squinted.


    ¡°Kee, its another birdie like you! There are none like you at home.¡± She exclaimed.


    Feathers shot to the ground. The mass of feathers rapidly piled up. Kee formed just a bit taller than the stranger.


    ¡°I can¡¯t believe it. This must be a dream, must it?¡± Kee said and approached cautiously.


    Red marked its way from the corner of its eyes. Before intricate patterns made their way along its little body and wings.


    ¡°Kuu. It is you, is it not?¡± Kee said and wobbled forward just a bit. The other raven, Kuu lowered its head and the two just stared at each other.


    ¡°Is everything alright Kee?¡± Cleia asked. Before she could say anything else, Kee rose a wing. She nodded and gazed into the mist. The familiar sound of Hannigars club being drug caught her ears. The two men had finally caught up to her. Mathias¡¯ head sunk low. Two turtles kept pace with Hannigar as they got closer. Veering to her right Cleia looked at both turtles. One of them had red patterns as well, much like this stranger Kuu.


    ¡°Just getting caught up now huh? Well be warned, we definitely are not leaving empty handed.¡± Mathias said. Head still stooped over.


    Hannigar wore the same expression and looked down at the turtles. In turn they looked back. With a faint smile he spoke to Clelia.


    ¡°Hopefully those two are almost done. We need to leave. There is going to be a battle here very soon. One that we will get caught up in and lose.¡±


    Cleia¡¯s expression dampened, and she got closer to her friends.


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    ¡°What is going on?¡± She asked.


    ¡°We may have just picked the worst time to come. King Malgerius is planning to destroy this place.¡± Mathias said. He looked at his surroundings plucking suspended water droplets.


    ¡°Not only that. Grayland has sent an emissary to finally observe this place. They have snuck through international waters. Lastly, Idol ones. From wars long since raged. Have awoken and are already on this stretch of decrepit land.¡± He finished and crossed his arms.


    ¡°What are we waiting for then? Let us go. Kee, you ready?¡± She asked. Two sets of raven eyes focused on her. Then they both tilted their heads slightly. Shadow stretched out from under Cleia as something approached from behind. Sharpened for battle the feathered quill cut through the air behind her. Steel met her arm, and she was stopped dead in her tracks. Steel had managed to be sliced open. A scratch compared to hulking body encompassing it. Hannigar gripped his club and swung. The sound alone made Mathias cover his ears. Instantly upon contact the club fell to pieces. Shards of wood falling into mist below like harmless water drops.


    ¡°Very nice. I am impressed you managed to lay a blow on me.¡± Mist parted as steel arms made the mist part. With a long black robe on, etched in gold and red, a giant man made from steel approached them. Fear took the three. They were easily dwarfed in size and obviously strength.


    ¡°I shouldn¡¯t be surprised nothing was here. Those Ovorothians are nearly as crafty as me. You three however, are certainly a surprise.¡± Mathias felt like his body was going to be torn apart as the man looked his way. That smile held nothing back, pure lunacy.


    ¡°My, my. The son of Ovoroth himself.¡± The man bowed. Smile never leaving his face.


    ¡°You two over there. Just as interesting. Attuned and modified without any technology. True Marrows. How I envy such a connection.¡±


    Cleia stepped in front of Kee and Kuu. Each one hiding behind a leg. This just made the man laugh. Echoes this time rippled the molecules and water themselves. The ground even seemed to tremble. With a step forward, he was over them again.


    ¡°Wh-what and who are you? What do you want here?¡± Cleia asked.


    He squatted down as far as he could to meet her height.


    ¡°Your tenacity for being such a young sprout is admirable. I am Avaron, head of the chapel of Grayland. Preferably The First Sinner.¡± The aura he gave off was too imposing, they were hardly able to move or speak correctly.


    ¡°I am here for a certain key, or piece if you would. To change this world for the better. If you are oblivious to Graylands benefit for this planet. Then I¡¯m not sure what to tell you. Most countries of this world have already accepted our proposals. They have ascended. Soon we will spread out of this world. Claiming other worlds, making them our own. Without the shells that bind us here.¡±


    ¡°We won¡¯t- ¡°Avaron turned to look at Mathias. Ever so amused.


    ¡°You have already accepted it. Young prince. Why do you think your society in Ovoroth works the way it does? Malgerius, had agreed to this long ago. Defensive structures, weapons, and everything your precious city revolves around, our hand has been involved.¡±


    Mathias grunted and took an orb of water gently in his hands. He had already known, or just found out through the mist of this strange place. The number of things he saw here pissed him off. Deep down, he knew this was a fact. Cleia looked at him and mirrored the downcast look.


    Cleia had only been above surface for five years. New as she was, she was let out of many things. Her parents had been missing since the first day they got back. Since then, all she had done was fight in countless battles in and around Ovoroth. Mathias and Hannigar kept her company after all this time. Resentment continued to climb as the three were often ignored. Down at the base of Heatherweald the rituals went on. Firsthand they saw what happened. Every single attempt since Cleia¡¯s failed. The king struck them down in that chamber. Piles of bodies could be seen piling up and alongside the crystal.


    Melgerius led them through the underground prison city beneath Ovoroth. The familiar sound of marching boots boomed through the halls. Sickness permeated the bile-stained walls. The colors matched well with the clothing and equal dirty cages. From the bridge of her nose past a mask of feathers shielded Cleia¡¯s face. Hannigar nudged into her and pulled her aside for the moment. He couldn¡¯t hide his age behind the hardened shell on his face.


    ¡°I can¡¯t believe you lived here. To call this home. I can¡¯t wrap my head around it.¡± He spoke. In an incredibly low voice. Trying to avoid touching anything beside the floor.


    Clelia¡¯s raven eyes overtook her normal pair and took in the surroundings. She had no answer. Simply being born in the dark. References to anything else outside here were unavailable. Besides the few outsiders that got thrown in. Like father¡¯s friend Kai. Together they moved through the labyrinth city. The king boasted about how he conquered this place. Over the years, never once did he or his family appear to age. Consorts and leaders as well. The names of older tribes, The Thara and The Arch made their way to her ears. Apparently, both groups had been locked up down here. How could she have known anyhow. Rarely was there any interaction with people. All the interaction was just above them, a sub level before going to the surface.


    Avaron stood there still as a statue awaiting their answer. The floor began to shake violently. The mist parted and hit the floor. Immediately water rose up to their feet. Both ravens jumped up on Celia¡¯s shoulders. We need to leave. Something is wrong here. A battle must have started. Kee said.


    Her gaze went to Avaron with her normal gray eyes. She did not sense he was a threat, since spooking them


    ¡°I see clearly you are all struggling to come to a decision. If you come with me, I can hone those skills of yours. Besides one look over you lot, I can taste the deceit you have been through. Come with me and I can assure you, lies will be one thing you will not have to worry about. I have nothing to hide.¡± Avaron opened his arm as he spoke. That wicked smile only ever getting wider.


    ¡°You do not even have to follow me or the ways of Grayland. It is a choice. Unless you prefer to live under the constant pull of the shadow, never to see the light, be my guest. When the battle comes to Ovoroth, you will die.¡±


    Wind bashed against the ancient stone tower. Skirmishes on the beach broke out. Soldiers from Ovoroth began melee battles. Tribal warriors with crystals at the end of their weapons struck back. Grains of sand ancient as the planet itself, found a new layer of fresh blood being laid atop it. Primar roars joined the storm as spears pierced through the heads of their enemy¡¯s. Crystals soaked in remains, grew brighter with each foe cut down.


    From the waves a giant claw dug into the tower. The other swung an arc across the beach. Sending both combatants flying into the air. Fast as the winds came, so did the creatures. All manner of flying beasts with razor sharp teeth and beaks plucked at their foes midair. Intestines rain upon the sand. Crys of pain silenced by battle and wind. In vain two soldiers from both warring factions, were got in a claw separately. Steel broke and the crystal shattered as they struck the beast. Red light pulsed from the chest. In the next instant, both heads found themselves rolling down into the stormy sea. Bloody teeth sank into one of the necks and feasted. One small flock attached themselves to the other. With charred wings, claws at least the length of two average sized humans, a pale wormlike neck, and a pelican¡¯s head. Luminated by the fire of oncoming ships. The body in the other claw was torn to bits. Being snapped and pulled in freakish angles.


    Yelling Mathias threw back his head. Index fingers dug into his flesh drawing blood. Hannigar and Cleia instantly went to his aid and tried to calm him down.


    ¡°I know the prince¡¯s answer. What will you two Marrows decide? Time is running out before this place collapses.¡±


    ¡°We didn¡¯t even get to understand this place. I haven¡¯t even got any information yet!¡± Yelled Cleia.


    Avarons body softened and the threating aura he radiated had vanished.


    ¡°I can tell you all I know about this place. Soon as we get a way out of here. Before I rudely interrupted, I¡¯m sure your little companions will fill you in.¡±


    The water rose ever so slightly. Hannigar picked up both turtles in one arm.


    ¡°How do we get out of here?¡± Cleia asked. She stood next to Avaron unafraid.


    ¡°I can¡¯t see where we came from, even with most of mist gone.¡±


    One of the turtles escaped from Hannigar. He nearly fell face first into the water before getting his grasp. The turtle grew brighter with red patterns on its body. The raven Kuu jumped on its back. Together they both emanated a soft red and orange glow. Flippers smacked the water and the two set off.


    Follow him, they are going to lead us to safety. Kee said.


    Cleia threw off her head and marched forward.


    ¡°Come on you, guys! These two are going to get us out of here.¡±


    So, they followed. Cleia noticed Avaron take out a strange cube. It drew in lots of light. Even though he was clearly made of from something else. The delight on his face was unmistakable. This place spoke to him. It must have been the same face she had when first met with Kee.


    The mist grew thicker until the only thing they could see were their guides. The rumble of shaking from the battle outside had stopped and they waded in the shallow water for quite some time. Cleia had to start breathing harder. The sudden change nearly knocked her unconscious. Avaron grabbed her to keep her steady. Hannigar held Mathias up with one shoulder panting. The shallow waters began to turn into brilliant white stone. Crimson lights weaved their way forwards. With solid footing, at least they were no longer wet. The guide¡¯s light began to fade, and they slowed their march. Kuu with one hop, jumped next to the turtle¡¯s side and they both took a few steps forward. Then turned around and bowed their heads slowly.


    Kee let out of a caw of excitement. Something that had been absent for some time. No thanks to being caged up in Ovoroth no doubt.


    ¡°What is it Kee?¡± Cleia asked.


    We are finally here. This is where I was supposed to come into the world. This is Archveil.


    ¡°Archveil?¡± Cleia said confused. She took a few steps forward and mouth went agape. Brillant crimson cliffs gave way into the valleys. Cascading waters winding down. That was all they could see now. Mountains surrounded them. They themselves were up who knows how high. Above the clouds, was high enough. One thing they could make out was a large clear crystal. Nearly as high as them.


    ¡°This is Archveil? One of the center pieces of creation? Glorious, an understatement.¡± Avaron said and fell to his knees. As soon as he collapsed, his metal form vanished. He looked more like any other human. Long white hair down his back. A much smaller frame. Cleia noticed his eyes were red like the cliffs. Avaron knelt by the guides and thanked them. Kuu waddled over to Cleia. He looked like he was about to pass out.


    ¡°Our friend here has used a tremendous amount of energy and needs to recover. If it would be okay, he would like to join you. Likewise with our turtle friend.¡± Avaron gently tickled the stomach of the turtle, nodding to Hannigar.


    ¡°Of course, we would be beyond cruel if we did not.¡± Cleia said. With her arms outstretched and gently on the stone, Kuu hopped into her hands. He gave a bow and sunk into her skin like water molecules. Hannigar did the same.


    ¡°They need to rest and regain their strength. It may take some time so treat them well.¡± Avaron said.


    ¡°We will. You know you aren¡¯t so scary, even in your giant form.¡± Cleia said. The brightest smile on her face.


    ¡°That was never my intention, young one.¡± He sighed and looked longingly at the crystal.


    ¡°This world has only gotten more vile as time has gone on. Some see me only as cold, cunning, and calculating.¡± Cleia could see Avaron trembling as he spoke. Back turned to them.


    Mathias finally snapped out of it and spoke.


    ¡°We are here. Everyone back home only spoke of this as a myth. Father only talked about wiping this place off the map.¡± Mathias finished. With disgust Avaron dug his foot into the ground and turned. Mathias got closer and calmly put a hand up. He got to both knees and bowed.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry my father has gone too far. There is nothing I can do save for trying to make things better.¡± Mathias said.


    ¡°Worry not, young prince. Since speaking, until this moment, do you think you would join me? Grayland and I need your help. This favor comes from me personally and for my people, The Arcs.¡±


    Mathias held out his hand and smiled. No more words needed to be exchanged. The two shook hands. Cleia and Hannigar joined them, soaking in the moment. For the first time in years, they felt calm.


    Stone fell into the sea. Cannon fire from the ship blew it to pieces, while the monstrosity in the water sent chunks hurdling towards the ships at terrifying speed. Great chunks did manage to sink a few ships. The tower was mostly destroyed. Particles that lingered from the open door calmly gathered and made their way out into the storm.


    Thousands of miles away, a pair of figures covered in snow make their way down a long spear like stretch of ice. The next day they returned to a quite village and went to where they had first offered to help.


    ¡°Hey chief! We are done and coming¡± A voice exclaimed and pushed open the door. They marched in proud. The elder smiled at them.


    ¡°Welcome back you two. I can already sense you have done great work. My dreams told me as such. Therefore, I have another gift for you on top of our agreed payment.¡± He said.


    Pursed lips and eyes brows raised at each other excitedly. The chief unraveled a long black and gold cloth as he got closer.


    ¡°Mr and Mrs, Zephyr, I offer you this sword. Please take care of it. In time, the use will be clear.¡±


    ¡°Wow, thank you! I¡¯m sure Toby will love this! You better teach him properly now, Mr.¡± The woman said.


    ¡°I will try my best my love. You know how he is. He would rather go out on adventures with Onyx. Can make things quite the handful.¡±


    Laughing the man graciously took the hilt, sword still sheathed and wrapped.


    The two said their goodbyes and left the snowy village.


    One dilemma to the next. I¡¯m glad I can at least be of help. When the time arrives. The chief thought. The wind massaged his old aching face.

 Chapter 5: Wilting Feathers and Cracked Shells

    Chapter 5: Wilting Feathers and Cracked Shells


    Crystals formed underneath where Hannigar and the rest went to discuss. Black energy surged within them causing a chain reaction within. Particles accelerated and bloated, before exploding.  The ground tore open, crystals, dirt and metal flew back in a huge blast. Workers and passersby stopped in shock. Yells filled the air calling for an emergency shutdown. Worried that the pipes would explode, or forge crystals overloaded. Cleia jumped into the crater she had caused. Raven feathers grew from her back. Cyan and black merged together in the form of a long pole. Inside was still blistering hot from all the machines. Hood still draped over her head. Not a drop of sweat graced her pale face.


    Hannigar flailed out of his chair. Eyes bulged as he scanned his surroundings. He dove for his shotgun and took a trusty hammer. Magma slowed its course and time froze. Cleia stepped in debris still flying out of his home. Nosediving, gun, and hammer pointed to the ground. He had not seen her in over a decade or so. Her appearance hadn¡¯t changed one bit. Always with the same cloak and dreary expression. At least she had gotten taller. He could sense her resolve and had a hunch about why she was her. Either way he did not want to fight her. The sensation of drowning hit him, and angry old veins throbbed. Going out without a fight wasn¡¯t an option.


    ¡°Still the same messy place as ever. Never fixed your body up?¡± Cleia said. Pole at her side, a red crystal formed at the end.


    ¡°Heck no. These beauties have kept me going for the longest time.¡±


    ¡°Avaron could¡ª¡±


    ¡°Avaron can lick the oil off my steel pits missy.¡± Hannigar¡¯s face curved into a smile. Blood ran down the corner of his eye.


    ¡°Rude. I have plenty of scars.¡± Hannigar said. Trickles fell to the floor. He ignored the wound as it pooled. Crystal lodged into the wall behind him.


    ¡°Why do you still resent him still? He has saved us more than once. Even let us walk free and live our lives.¡±


    Words almost escaped him. Then he held his head low. Briskly he put a mechanical hand on the picture of the turtles.


    ¡°Cleia, I¡¯m simply tired of war and fighting. I do not despise Avaron. Both of you know that. My spark is long gone. Not even a glimmer remains.¡±


    The turtles proudly stood on his shoulder. She smiled, standing next to him.


    ¡°Arcadia and Alden. How I miss them both.¡± She said.


    Minutes passed as Hannigar kept his head down and trembled. She put a feathery hand on him.


    ¡°Me too. Me too.¡± He finally spoke.


    ¡°How is your devious duo doing?¡±


    ¡°They are doing well. Still sleeping and regaining their strength after that day.¡± She said. Her smile fell.


    ¡°Sorry kiddo. Glad they are still sleeping and lending you strength.¡±


    ¡°We can go see them if you would like. Though they are likely asleep as well.¡±


    Hannigar nearly fell to both knees.


    ¡°I can¡¯t meet them in this state. Never have been able to have the courage to see them. Wouldn¡¯t want to die in front of them either. I will reunite with them when I go.¡± Hannigar said.¡±


    Limply he took his weapons and started to head out.


    ¡°If you are here then we are in the final stages. Sooner or later Malgerius would try to off me again. Better you than anyone. Let¡¯s not end it in this drab. We should go there if you don¡¯t mind.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s out of the way. For you I will take a detour.¡± Cleia said. She touched her face, one eye formed hexagonal patterns. Yizmola, I need to take a priority detour. Keep an eye on them. Intervene if necessary. She gave Hannigars place one last look over.


    Finally. Time to start ignition. He replied.


    Days after the escape from the mysterious tower, Cleia, Hannigar and Mathias all sat in on a war council. King Malgerius yelled and boasted about Ovoroth¡¯s powerful navy. How they planned on fighting back against Graylands invasive technology. More pressing was the recent activity from Archveil. The island had been surrounded. Navy ships kept most of the re-awakened idol ones in check. Prioritizing the safety of this world was their top priority. Efforts to mine and search for crystals in the deepest part of the Boiling Sea, the Molten Belt and Last Light isles continued. Sabotage broke out in their ships in the Last Light isles. Navel commanders believed it to be the work of Grayland. Cleia rocked on her heels as the speech drug on. Spit hit the ground and she walked out. They would give them orders regardless. Advice or suggestions they thrown out would just be swatted away.


    The air outside was nice and crisp. Dozens of orange crystals stood around the palace. Globes of light gently touched them from the rays of the sun. Through azure streets of the palace, she took to the city.  Different colored crystals sit on corresponding pillars. The capital alive this time of day. Wavelength was her destination. A place where memories could be accessed through certain types of crystals.


    Hey Kee? Have you been able to get any information? Cleia asked.


    Sorry young one. Communications with other species have led to little results. Try as they might, information is tight. Just the same stories. Missing people, drained crystals, and whispers of deceit. Kee responded.


    Vehicles hovered by. Thrums from the engine bouncing off crystals. Pedestrians went around her. Crystals worn by every single citizen somewhere on their outer body. The upper right shoulder was the main place.


    Might as well avoid going there. If we are just going to around in circles. She thought.


    Multiple fingers tapped on her shoulders. She blinked several times and turned around. Mathias stood there with a grin on his face.


    ¡°Hey there. I got some good news. Where you headed?¡± He said.


    ¡°Was headed for the usual spot. No new information. If you got something, lets go.¡± She said.


    Bodies stacked against crystals in Wavelength. Smooth stone trickled skin. Some people had their hands fully around the crystals in an embrace. Recalling memories, while others had suffered and rolled along the floor. Tongues burnt, dirt in the eyes, lips remised of flavor and feeling. Memories of pain and pleasure. All under the umbrella of the crystal. Cleia and Mathias took a seat. Via touch, she called over a server. These beings lacked flesh and bone. All crystal, service of Ovoroth. Made from toughened gemstones as well, it knelt. Cleia touched its cold surface. It left and came back moments later with tall glasses of clear liquid with crystals mixed in. One go was all it took as she chugged it. Mathias looked at her while sipping on his.


    ¡°That bad, huh?¡± Mathias asked shaking the cubes.


    ¡°Just trying to numb myself as much as possible. So, what have you dug up?¡± Slamming down the drink. She dug her elbow into the table and placed a hand on her cheek. He scooted closer to her and whispered while keeping an eye out.


    ¡°Found out through one of the soldiers ¨C there is scheduled to be an execution, tonight. We are not invited, of course.¡±


    ¡°So, what, Malgerius is constantly disposing of whoever he pleases.¡± She repied. Groans rose from around the corner. Someone did not want to wake up.


    ¡°Let¡¯s just say, it¡¯s going to be huge. Most likely missing people are the ones who will perish.¡±


    Cleia stood up and stormed to the door.


    On all fours, a Patreon had been chasing after something. Attached to an orange crystal. A link tethered to them. Cleia kicked him in the face, and he went flying back into the crystal. Legs waggled in the air. Mathias took her by the arm as they entered the overcast sky.


    ¡°Where do you think you¡¯re going? I didn¡¯t even tell you where.¡± Mathias said. Breath heaved as he tried to hold on.


    ¡°Right to the King. He has ignored us for long enough.¡±


    ¡°Wait, wait, wait now! How about I talk to him and see if I can¡¯t get us down in there?¡±


    Soon as he finished a hand came across his face. He stood there and frowned.


    ¡°Really after all the sneaking we have done. You think now he¡¯s going to take a lock off that vault now?¡± She said.


    ¡°No, you are right. Damn. Well on short notice then, come with now.¡± Mathias said. This time around he took her by the arm and marched to an alcove farther down the shore.


    Gunpowder shot out from cannons and rifles. Targets exploded on the shore and on boats. Cannons fired off to the east. Dummy boats exploded. Some even imploding from the weaponry. Crystals shattered and some lost their color. Smoke drifted in the sky. Target practice was in full effect. Hannigar stood tall. His face fully covered in shell. Fist smashes against fist. He was duking it out with another man. Just as tall as him and ripped to the core. Blow after blow they were engaged in combat. Not even the thundering sounds of firepower could stop them. Cleia asked one of the soldiers watching the bout. It had been nearly two hours since they had started the fight. The fight must have been ending as their blows slowed. Sweat and bruises from the abdomen to head. Fire never left their eyes. Hannigar feinted to the left. Muscle head did as well. They both charged at each other. Bruised flesh tore and bled as they both attempted to throw each other. Sand picked up and their bruised feet dug farther in.


    ¡°Time!¡± With the biggest smirk a man with a skipper cap and gold and navy-blue uniform came over to them. He swatted their muscles. Rivers of sweat sank into the sand. From his pockets he presented them each with a Chartreuse colored crystal.


    ¡°Fine display as always you two. Rest up. For the real battle is coming soon.¡±


    Sand kicked up as two shoes smashed into each other. Hums took over as guns went silent. He gave the two a salute as his chest relaxed, the humming stopped. Shortly after practice resumed on the beach. Hannigar took notice of the two and made his way over. Beak wide opened, he gulped down the crystal. Soon as his mouth closed it reverted to human, from turtle. Cleia¡¯s mouth raised noticed, Mathias shake.


    ¡°Enjoy my moves? Been working on it for some time.¡± Hannigar said. Deep purple and blood-stained gashes dissolved away while he spoke.


    ¡°Another tie with packed gill head over there, huh? Not impressed¡± Cleia said.


    ¡°Will take a draw anytime. Losing flat out though not so much.¡± Hannigar said. Cleia frowned as Hannigar came over and started pinching her, as well as tickling her. Try as she might he was unaffected. Hood fell over her face as she lost gravity. Hannigar picked her by the side and chucked her over his shoulder. She didn¡¯t bother fighting back and pawed at his face.


    ¡°Glad you are having a good time. Ready to get serious now?¡± Mathias said, amused.


    ¡°What kind of trouble are we looking into now?¡± Hannigar asked.


    ¡°Not here obviously. Come with me.¡± Quick as they got there. They left. Cleia on Hannigar¡¯s back, fighting hands the whole way there.


    The three of them traveled to a secret area of the castle. Crystals and gemstones lined the walls as they went through a tunnel. It opened into a giant cavern. In the center, a large piece of crystal pierced through the ground and went higher up. Little construction was needed to keep it from collapsing. Small fires and pedestals with gems scattered the caverns. Blue was the main thing they saw to the sides of them. Giant tentacles shielding parts, while aquatic life swam by. Often, they would come here to just to unwind. Mathias led them over to an orange crystal. Hannigar placed Cleia on her stomach then sat down and waited for the news. Mathias paced back in fourth for a minute before sitting.


    ¡°Tonight. There is going to be slaughter. I care not to think of how my father speaks. While getting knowledge from our local scholars, so was my father. Great I know.¡± Mathias said.


    Cleia and Hannigar winced. Mathias continued:


    ¡°I was just a level below him having a lesson on the Thara and Arch tribe before we were interrupted. Yells filed and shook the walls. From my father, no doubt. He was going on and on about the increased activity in Archveil. A new threat emerged as well.¡±


    Cleia lowered her head and thought back to when all of them escaped. How much fun they had when arriving at Archveil. Avaron had to report to Grayland after that. Neither of them had a clear picture of if they would join him or not. However, that day, swung the pendulum.


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    ¡°One they have never dealt with. Shadows, demons, whatever you care to call them. What exactly my father was under siege from was unclear. The Chairman of Ovoroth tried to explain to father, the consequences of destroying the ancients¡¯ relics. Gateway To the Black. There was another phrase, but I couldn¡¯t make it out under fathers interrupting roars. The point is this could be our fault. What we did we Avaron likely put bigger targets on our backs.¡±


    ¡°What a load of shit, our fault!¡± Rock and crystal flew across the room. Harmlessly sliding to a stop. Hannigar stood up.


    ¡°All we did was search for answers. Don¡¯t forget three parties excluding ourselves, already had plans.¡±


    ¡°I did say could, buddy. Just in case you feel guilty. I already do. For fucks sake I¡¯m the damn prince of this Island and treated equally as the poor souls below. If I didn¡¯t have you and a few others, father would have gladly kicked my corpse with rest. If we survive tonight, I¡¯m leaving Ovoroth.


    Hannigar stood slack jawed. Cleia approached him and put her hands on his face. She could see his choice was made.


    ¡°I, we are as good as dead if we stay and continue to live dangerously.¡±  Mathias said. He briskly touched Cleia¡¯s fingers and smiled.


    ¡°I¡¯ve decided to go to Laden Bridge for the moment. Cozy place just south of Clausum Mare. Should be able to stay off the radar until I¡¯m ready. When all is settled, I will go see Avaron. How about you two?¡±


    ¡°Well after spending time with Avaron, I will go meet him in Grayland.¡± Hannigar said. Quietly, he sat back against the crystal.


    ¡°I¡¯m only still here because you two and my family. This place is just not right. I want to meet with Avaron as well.¡± Cleia said.


    ¡°If we find them. Tonight, we leave. We came into this world with nothing. Let us leave this place the same. Save the cloths on our back of course.¡± Mathias said smiling.0


    ¡°Anything else you found out?¡± Hannigar asked.


    ¡°Just rampant corruption top to bottom. Ways to live longer, thoughts of immortality. Sabatoging Grayland or starting a war with them. Father is apparently convinced with the navy and blessings from Heatherweald. Murder, slavery and masking alliances.¡±


    Cleia put a hand on the orange stone and closed her eyes. No memories were stored within. She let the others know it was empty. All three gathered around the crystal knowing their last moments were here. Good and bad, they all placed their hands on the crystal. Their bodies seeped a light orange and white as they spiraled inside. Heatherweald in the back, seemingly grew brighter. The chamber fully illuminated. Eyes from depths gathered and watched this ceremony. Dispersing as it dimmed.


    ¡°Once night falls, we go. First thing is help me with this crystal. Going to hide it far from here. Also, we are going to have to knock a few heads. Don¡¯t worry, we got this.¡± Mathias gave a stupidly wide smile and jogged the way they came.


    Night came and the trio did as such. Each member of the royal family of Ovoroth had their own boats. Not far from their chambers in a bay. Most of the city and palace had been asleep. Tonight, they would be the ones doing saboteur work. The crystal was light enough as they paced to his boat. It was neatly wrapped in a giant blanket of Ovoroth. The likely hood of someone stopping them was zero. Once it was secure his small boat, the palace awaited.


    On the way back, a single soldier was patrolling this portion of the castle. Just outside the docks. Soon as they passed by, Hannigar spun around and launched a punch square in the back of the head. Like a squashed bug, he splayed out on the ground. They threw him in a cooled storage room. Cleia quickly put the gear on and stuffed her old ones with the crystal. The soldier was left naked. In a crate full of fish. Mathias and Hannigar took spare helmets and threw them on.


    King Malgerius was on his way. The march of boots getting closer. Cleia noticed the filthy robes walk by. Others still in plainclothes. Was there another place that held people underground? They had never heard or seen traces of one. Her parents were nowhere to be seen. Too many bodies smushed together as chains rattled the ground. Cleia clenched her fist. Cyan from the crystals merged with her raven feathers, coming out in anger. She was now gripping a long pole and blinked at it. Her pupils black as a raven.


    Much as I would love to peak and feast upon every single eyeball here, let us only do what is necessary to get out and escape. If need be, we will increase aggression. Kee spoke directly to her. Crunching her face, she adjusted the navy feathered helmet and got in the marching line.


    Something is off here. Be on your guard. Kee spoke to Cleia. One of her gray eyes turned raven-like. Cleia whispered to Mathias. Dilapidated buildings of the first layer, The Befouled City haunting them with each step. Soldiers lined the steps as they descended. With each layer passed, another group stayed behind. The end of the second level came. Cursed Cauldrons. Dedicated to the so-called heresy of both primal tribes. Half of the soldiers remained as they went into the final layer.


    King Malgerius stood in the center sword drawn. His wife by his side. The herd came to aa stop. Only a single fire was lit. The shadows beckoning to the heap below.


    ¡°ALL OF YOU! COME FORWARD. SINGLE FILE, FIVE AT A TIME. OUR TROOPS WILL BE STATIONED IN THE BACK AND STRIKE OR SHOOT YOU DOWN IF YOU TRY AND FLEE.¡± He screamed at the top of his lungs.


    Backs towards the crystal, most heads hung low.


    ¡°Each of you have been useful in some way to Ovorothian society. From teaching and trading. To soldiers and nurses. Now you are no longer needed. Tribes of Thara and The Archs and all bastards spawned between you and our people. I thank and salute you. Your blood and sacrifice will continue to feed Heatherweald and Ovoroth for generations. Farewell.¡±


    His blade changed into a darker, midnight blue. Old as he was, the blade struck quick. Five heads rolled, some into the pit. The Queen ripped each symbol off their articles of clothing. After words took their crystal necklaces off. Bodies slipped into the pit as the King and Queen shoved them in. Cleia stood silent and bile fumed in her mouth. This continued until three groups remained.


    Kee. I haven¡¯t seen them, but we are running out of time. Do you know any way out of here? Thoughts raced as she looked at the sacrifices.


    Wait a minute. Kuu knows a way. You won¡¯t like it though; we need to touch Heatherweald. Just like before, Kuu and Alden will guide. Kee told her. Soldiers across from them watched carefully as they whispered to each other. The next group took their place. Her mother and father stood tall.


    ¡°Ahh this is always difficult. I would like to thank them personally and offer them a serenade. Before their trip to the afterlife.¡± Salutes stood tall and hums filled the air.


    ¡°For giving birth to another protector. I bid you farewell and safe travels!¡±


    Cleia jumped and charged down the steps. Soldiers tried to block her way. She battered them with the long pole. Their armor dented; the back of the pole smashed into the helmet as she made her way forward. Hannigar punched a helmet hard enough for the head to spin around three hundred sixty degrees. Enemies falling, Mathias took a lance and struck back while keeping pace. All the meanwhile hums still filled the air.


    Before they could reach them. Malgerius calmly stood to the side and drove the blade through them. Skewering them both. He flung them into pit as they charged at him. Cleia¡¯s struck, just missing his face. She ripped a sharpened feather off her arm and attempted to jab it into his side. Malgerius threw his sword down to block it. His other arm struck forward at her face. She angled her face to the side, raven beak out. Blood covered his blade as his arm was torn open. King Malgerius nearly dropped his blade as the side of his face ripped open exposing the bone. Heat vented from his body. Adrenaline rushing, he swung the blade back at her. She was unbalanced and exposed. The azure blade sank into her side. The old man had enough strength to send her flying into the pit.


    Grunting, she was face to face with hundreds of decomposing bodies. The base of Heatherweald just in front of her. Blood spilled out but it was not red. It was black and teal. Raven feathers fell off and scattered like the last rays of the day.


    Kee! Are you there! Kee! No response. Kuu came out from her feathers on the other arm. Cawing loudly.


    ¡°Father you are beyond a sick piece of work you know that!¡± Mathias yelled.


    ¡°Shut up you half-bred rat. You are not my son and have never been. I killed your mother just like this ages ago. You were never gifted any powers from Heatherweald. Just keeping up appearances.¡±


    ¡°You¡­evil piece of trash!¡± Mathias charged at the king. Instead of striking him, he slid and drove the lacne at an angle that went straight through the queen¡¯s head. They both fell into the pit.


    ¡°No! Bridgette! I¡¯ll hunt you to the ends of the earth you insolent¡ª¡± Malgerius head crashed down. Hannigar struck him in the head. Beaten and bruised he yelled: KNIGHTS TO ME!


    Hannigar threw a left hook and sent teeth flying. Saggy skin flipped from the blow. His eyes raged azure and he swung missing. Footsteps closed on Hannigar as he stood and fought landing blow after blow. Spears bounced off his back and swords broke. This gave Malgerius just the time he needed to strike. Hannigar was distracted for a moment, couldn¡¯t believe it. The azure blade pierced through his calf. He fell forward and climbed to the edge as fast as he could. His advance was halted as Malgerius crushed one hand and drove a sword into the other.


    Mathias kicked the queen farther down into the pit and crawled to Cleias father and mother. She was trying to pull them up. She spoke to them, trying to keep them stable. They did not need to go far.


    ¡°Hannigar come on! Lets g¡ª¡± Mathias yelled.


    Hannigar was pinned to the ground. King Malgerius stood over him. Brows furrowed and bloody. Baring his teeth, flesh cracked, and blood poured over old hands. Before anything could be said or done. The azure blade stabbed down. Hannigar¡¯s arm was cut clean through. Crawling away was a useless endeavor. He was pinned.


    Go you two! Hurry get out of here. Save them and yourself! Hannigar pleaded in his mind. Two turtles emerged from his other arm. They jumped into the pit unnoticed. Next, his other arm was gone. Malgerius had his men flip over. Boots dug into his chest to keep him from moving.


    ¡°A shame. You are and were one of my greatest assets.¡± Malgerius said. Then severed his legs off. Soldiers tossed his extremities into either side of the pit.


    ¡°Go to your friends and die.¡± The king and his soldiers picked up Hannigars body and hurlded it into the decomposing corpse pile.


    Hannigars lights went out as he spiraled into the pit. Cleia and Mathias tried to catch him. They had to get out of here. Alden and Kuu touched the crystal and cawed at them. The base of Heatherweald spiraled open, leaving enough room for them to enter. Not waiting a second, Cleia and Mathias held on to the wounded and struggled to go in. King Malgerius stood eyes ablaze a dark azure.


    It was all dark where they went through. Soft fabric above them, a hard surface below. Cleia and Mathias frantically pushed, trying to find a way out. They found themselves on his boat.


    Alden and Arcadia crawled up to the husk of Hannigar. They poked at his face, with theirs. No response. Energy seeped out into them. Both buckling under the pressure. Kuu jumped up on Cleia. Immediately he funneled energy to Kee. After such an escape, he laid down and dissolved water molecules back into her. Both were quiet as the raven feathers left her body. With the last gasp of their lives, Cleia¡¯s mother and father touched her face. With a smile the last of their energy faded and they left the world.


    Hannigars severe wounds sealed up. The two turtles came up to Cleia. She held their hands out and they waddled in.


    We can¡¯t reach or connect with him anymore. He is too severely injured. We are both drained of energy and can no longer stay. Arcadia said to her. A voice that she didn¡¯t hear as often. But was always welcome and there since coming to the surface. Cleia looked at Hannigar, one of her best friends. Her dead parents, Mathias and fading Marrows. Her face flushed of color, tears filled the turtle¡¯s shell.


    Will we see each other again? Cleia asked.


    Of course, Birdie girl. In this life or the next. We are bound to Heatherweald as you. Arcadia said, before hardening into jade.


    That was the last time Cleia smiled.


    Clausum Mare was a necessary stop to refill on fuel. Smoke blew in their faces as a man introduced himself as Kain. On the way here they debated on what to do with Hannigar. Still in a coma. He was not ready to see Avaron. To fulfill their friends wishes, they asked if they could leave him here. Kain saw the man wide eyed took him to the hospital himself. Together Cleia and Mathias took Arcadia and Alden back to the shores of Archveil. Kuu presumably resting. They preserved Cleia¡¯s parents the best they could and buried them somewhere shade could not creep. Destroyed and singed, the tower where they escaped hardly remained. Most of the damage and remains had been taken away. Hills above marked their destination. Somberly as they carried the orange crystal. Distant sound of waves, the only noise. Flat slopes, but it was good enough. The remains of their escape lay eroding. Sand covered ruins like a warm blanket. Tides cooling them with each ebb. Moss trying to block out the light.


    Piercing gray eyes grey, leered at Hannigar under her weapon. With his back turned he kicked up dirt. Old sands of time flung disturbed and misplaced. Electricity chaotically lit the insides. Cleia winced as the shots blew past her sides. Static singed and she felt the burn radiating her sides. The old man still had some fight and aim after all this time. Especially without Arcadia and Alden backing him. If only he hadn¡¯t helped and conspired with Avaron¡¯s targets. Those Marrows had caused him trouble in the past. Two had escaped his grasp. Not without consequences. She dug into her arms, as if pulling out her own flesh. Dozens of feathers flew at Hannigar. Chunks of wrinkled flesh scattered from his face. He grit his teeth and spat out blood. Just like a boomerang, feathers made their way back. Cleia¡¯s hand extended. Electricity went wide as Hannigar stumbled forward. Screws and other mechanical pieces sprung out. Crystal hardened in its place.


    Hannigar lunged forward at a pace she hadn¡¯t expected. Craters filled the sand and sunk back. His hammer swung up with his right hand. The blow landed straight to her chest. She took the blow unamused. Armors of crystal cracked underneath. The long pole spun several times. Red crystal took in sunlight as it swung low. Not high enough for her. The spear pierced through his hip. Clear out the other side. Not a gasp from Hannigar as Cleia tore it back out and swung again. Octopus encircling a globe, faded back into time as sand pooled over it. The battlefield they had once escaped, became one once more.


    A bone breaking crunch rang out. Hammer smashed into her lower leg. Eyes slanted into the familiar ravens. Gun at her chest, Hannigars eyes went wide and stern. Crystal shattered from her body as she hit the sand. She had forgotten the last time they had seriously fought each other. It must have been shortly after she first came to the surface. Most of the robe was in tatters, she brushed the burning cloth off. Black feathers began to cover her bare chest. Shadow stretched across the sand. Black wings burst fourth from her back. She folded them in front of her. Hannigar dive kicked at her ankle. Electricity backfired as he lined up another close range shot. Static shook them both as Cleia shoved a hardened feathered hand through. Light escaped through another hole. Red spewed and ran down metal legs. Just above his heart. The gun fell harmless to the sand. She wanted this to stop. A quick painless death for him. That was not the case as with every blow, she could sense his enjoyment. They had been separated for some time. This was the only way to close a reunion. With his stupid resolve and grin.


    Time stopped as history added another chapter to the battlefield. Blow after blow, the hammer never his side. Speed slowed as haggard breaths matched the sloshing of waves. Layer after layer, red was replaced by black. Until bright black crystals extended from the flesh. Cleia¡¯s fingers gently wove circles. Until movement could no longer be made. Hannigar, finally let go of the hammer. On his back shadows closed over him. Cleia sat down and shaded him from the light. His head rested on her feathers, now soft.


    ¡°Finally¡­I..got you. G..-.ot to¡­.change¡­that damn depp..resing jac..ket¡­¡± Hannigar said. With a smile across his beaten body.


    She gently slapped his face.


    ¡°You sure did. You brat.¡± Cleia said. Face obscured by wings.


    Hannigar felt something on his stomach. His gaze fell from Cleia. Arcadia and Alden rested calmly on him.


    ¡°Ah¡­there yo¡ªu are. My friends. Glad, we can¡­leave¡­this place.¡±


    Feathers fell from within this cage to Hannigars chest. Four clawed feet gently walked over his lifeless body. Two beaks touched his face. Crystals, bone, and blood all slowly evaporated. For just a moment a small jade turtle sit on her chest. One of the ravens took the small turtle in its beak. The other sank back. Red patterns across its eyes, it looked up at Cleia¡¯s face. A wing parted just enough for the raven to get through. Kuu bowed for a moment before flying to the top of the hill. The battlefield now quite besides the restless waves. Dirt kicked up as beak and clawed feet dug until orange reflected in its eye. With jade in its mouth, one raven remained on the shore. Wings once again letting no light in.


    Above the clouds, Kuu dove down past the giant crystal of Archveil. Creatures that had been silenced and presumed dead, stirred. All under the gaze of the crystal. Energy from its core giving life. Kuu stopped his mad dash as the shore came into view. Near the cliffs, he went inside a small den in the earth. Two jade turtles stood idle. A third, now joined them. Kuu carefully placed the small turtle next to the others. Before he took off, he covered the entrance with sticks.


    Green light gently filled the den. Kuu flew to the top of Archveil.

 Chapter 6: No Respite

    Chapter 6: No Respite


    The forge churned and spat liquid and metal into vats below. Tobias turned back as the ground shook for a moment. Machines likely the cause. He was not used to being around the constant grind. Smoke rose from out the direction they had just left. Not as if they weren¡¯t enough. Ships stacked vertically in the deeper parts of the forge. Pieces of rust, stripped from the ships dangle high above. Boots smashed into the ground as Grant picked up his pace. Lydon face shrank back as they tried to catch up. Through a tunnel of steel, a giant ship await on the other side.


    White flame plumed straight up. He felt a vibration on his side. The sword hilt that held Grael, began to rumble. Hand on his side he looked around. A dragon at this moment would be terrible timing. By the end of the hour, Graels scales could be hung from the ship. From what Grant had told them anyhow. Not as insane as Grayland. Just eager to get their hands on new shipments. Most likely their fault, bringing the attention of Archveil here. Spit nearly hit Tobias square in the face. Unamused Tobias skittered around a group of workers. Hacks wrang out as saliva was launched. Smoke and the taste of metal leaving their mouths.


    The boat awaited them as they went to its side entrance. Several more ships above it, made layers high into the air. Tall as buildings, the sun never found its way here. They entered the Intestines, wires of rusted red hung just over their heads. Only ever seeing this place over a screen via Grant, it was much more active than he thought. Radio chatter filled the air. Guidance for shipping materials being bargained on. Ship routes being tracked. Red lights lit up over a metal board. From one end to another, at least a mile wide. Smoke escaped lungs and drifted over consoles. With relief and frustration. Tobias felt an arm on his shoulder. With an iron jaw and face, Tobias turned his head to the side.


    ¡°Hey rookie. Do me a favor, get seventy boxes of molten scrap. Bring them topside you hear? We are on a strict deadline.¡± The man said. Before Tobias could get a word in, he went over to Lydon. No doubt mistaking him as well. Grant stood with his hands on his sides in the elevator. Welding helmet still on.


    ¡°Hey Grant, are you not uncomfortable in that?¡± Tobias asked.


    ¡°Nope not one bit!¡± Grant got closer to Tobias to whisper in his ear. The warmness of the helmet nearly burned his lobes. The elevator was empty beside them. Tobias ducked away just a tad.


    ¡°What is it?¡± Tobias asked.


    ¡°Shh! Remember my nightmare? Can¡¯t hardly walk around this place without wanting to shit my pants. What if that thing can hear us? Watching us now even? They can¡¯t see my eyes now, can they? Hah!¡± Grant said. Gears locking into place the elevator stopped. The doors slowly opened, and a horn welcomed them out. Metal met Tobias face as Grants body shot forward to the noise. Lydon simply laughed as Tobias fell to his side. Hands went low and Grant stealthily made his way out.


    ¡°Thanks for the heads up. Wouldn¡¯t be surprised if most of that skull of yours if filled with the densest metal from Archveil already.¡± Tobias said. Lydon held out his hand. One of his biggest grins recently, did not leave his face. Phhft. Tobias thought as he stood. The hilt of Grael shook more once they got out of the elevator.


    Hey. What gives? You are rather rowdy right now. Tobias thought as they walked on the top floor of the boat. It may as well already be called a city from this view. From this level all that could be seen was a landscape of scrap.


    Excuse my absence. Was taking in your world and interactions. While recovering from our little battles. Grael said.


    Let me be unambiguous. This grand structure of trash reeks of deceit and lost souls. Death moans constantly. The foul stench of poison and smoke dominates. Within these walls, something comes. Grael said.


    This place has been cranking out fumes since I was born. There is no evil gathered here. Sure, you¡¯re alright, Grael? Tobias said.


    Simpleton. It is time I gave you some of my power. Open your eyes.


    Tobias fell to his knees. Skin turned red as his fingers dug into his face. Color twisted and spiraled as his body burned. Just under his eye, his fingers traced over his skin. One time, then multiple times. Scales had formed just underneath. Dry and rigid he poked at it. Tendons shook as he stood. Shadows, the blackest he¡¯d seen lined his vision. Lydon went to help and staggered back. He tilted his glasses and leaned in close. A quick glance behind to make sure no one was watching.


    ¡°Dude, your eyes have changed color. They are gray and black. You kind of got something under your eyes too. Scales. What. The, HELL?¡± Lydon said.


    Tobias leaned against the wall and breathed heavily. Mouths formed and moaned against his cheek. Countless whispers and voices snuck into mind. Whatever Grael did to him stirred the stagnation of the lamenting. In a vicious torrent, black dove into his skin. Blood vessels changed from blue and green to gray and black. Languages he had never heard rose and expanded. Till he could no longer bear it. Then silence. Shadows remained on the walls, not far from him.


    I just shared with you what I¡¯ve seen. That last part I¡¯m afraid I did not have a hand in. Grael said. Tobias pressed his forehead against the slightly cooler glass. Shadows raced across the forge. Most of the colors had been muted. Reptile-like eyes reflected in the mirror, and he gazed back in silence. His surroundings bent and twisted as he moved back. The forge was gone. Before him, an expanse of black. Images reeled through his sight. Lava, to ice. Water receding to birth the land. Mountains of dirt, flatland, and forest. Natural changes through time.


    Violently he swung his body to the side and took a few steps forward. He bumped into the back of Grants helmet and groaned.


    That¡¯s a good smack back to reality. Can¡¯t be distracted by more intrusive visions. I see what Grael is talking about though. If there is anything here, we will take care of it. He thought. Pale hands gripped the sword hilt.


    Around Grant was a large table. Much like at the station with all the old maps, there were some here. Mainly just the forge. Its expansion and possible further plans. Diagrams of weapons and ships. As if it was a sick joke or a cruel twist of shitty luck, there was a model for the beast that claimed Mathias. It had been reconstructed and looked slightly different. If they had replicated that thing here, there would be trouble. Tobias nudged Grant in the side as he passed and tapped the sketch. Ships from Ovoroth¡¯s navy also took a good portion of the table.


    Tobias rubbed his temples as he listened to Grant ask questions about the crystals. Kicked back in a chair a man covered with tattoos blew smoke from a pipe. Nodding frequently as Grant spoke to him. Smoke rings filled the air as he stood up. Taller than Grant by a couple heads, he cranked his neck at Tobias.


    ¡°Hey. You enjoying your little tour in our museum? You¡¯re with good old Grant that much is obvious. Usually, I wouldn¡¯t let wondering eyes look at our schematics.¡± He said and snapped his fingers. Instantly the board flipped and changed to fishing lanes and boat travel.


    Tobias gave him a blank stare. Green light slowly came out as he undrew his sword.


    ¡°What are you doing with that beast from Archveil?¡± Green steel flashed through the air as he pointed the sword at him. Lydon tilted his head up. Fingers nervously digging into his scalp. The other workers stopped. Calls went unanswered, panicked hellos on the other side.


    ¡°Nice augments you got there. Grayland freak. Think I¡¯m just going to divulge secrets like that?¡± He said. With a short stride he stood in front of the sword.


    ¡°These are not modifications. Everyone here should know the three of us here and the damage that thing did. Tell us why these are being replicated, now.¡± Tobias said. Ignoring the fact he been mis-associated with one of Clausum Mare¡¯s greatest irritations.


    ¡°I know chill out and put that sword down, will you?¡± He said. From his dirty, stained and ripped forge clothing, he pulled out several crystals. Tobias kept the sword out. Nostrils leaked out bits of smoke. Before striking it down. Onlookers spun around as the Forgemaster snarled at them. Onyx jumped up on the table, which added some scratches. The Forgemaster twitched and stood face to face with onyx. Crystals hit the table, then found themselves under black and white fur. One paw batting them under him.


    ¡°So many whispers of these lately.¡± The Forgemaster took in a big whiff of his cigar and blew it in Onyx¡¯s face. Bravely he stood, until falling on his side a moment later, tongue out.


    ¡°Been lots of Ovoroth shipments in as of late.¡±


    ¡°Were they mined, prospected or what?¡± Tobias said. Sword pierced the metal tiles sending sparks flying. He stood over the crystals with hesitation.


    ¡°Not sure you want the answer kid.¡± The Forgemaster gave Onyx a pat on the head. Then dropped an elbow to the table and stared blankly at him.


    ¡°Fire away. We have seen a lot of shit, enough for several lifetimes. Should be enough to cover everyone in this room from having to witness the insanity outside your safe scrap haven.¡± Skin ran against his face. He wiped the top of his hand across his mouth. Some of it felt oddly scaley.


    ¡°Well then if you insist. Tomorrow morning. Meet me at the west entrance. Take those bloody things along. They give me the creeps.¡± He tossed his cigar in the air and let it fall. Bits of fire still dabbled at the tobacco sending the smallest waves of smoke out.


    The sun barely crept in through the giant metal roofs stretching miles over the forge. Haze making its way through the seams. Tobias leaned against old cold steel. Wires and withering strands tangled from it. Some sharp pieces threatened to tear his clothes and skin open. Shadows constantly raced through the derelict buildings of the forge. Even in people, darkness stirred. His face was free of scales. The dragon-like eyes stayed behind. Lydon and Grant nearby chatting away. The bag of crystals held in between them both.  Grael tried to speak to him, but he was lost in thought again. The three of them stood in front of a single-story building. The roof looked caved in. However, it was re assembled from scattered parts. In a mishmash design, rusted parts entwined and reached to the sky.


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    Tobias grimaced as he looked at his room for the night. No bed or windows.


    My brain is going to look this sickly color if I stay here any longer. He thought. Slamming the door in frustration, metal screeched together as if mocking him. Onyx rested outside. Lydon stood a few feet away from him. In a plain black top and a pair of bright red shorts. Silently he moved a finger to his nose. Picked it and flung snot across the room. Where it landed, well that was impossible to tell. The color of the blob matched the other side of this half heartly built inn.  Lydon looked incredibly skinny. More than usual.


    ¡°You alright over there?¡± Tobias said.


    ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m alright. The Tulere Piscus just sapped my strength. Followed by that pale freak took Solace away from us.¡± Lydon said. He spat across the room. Teeth clenched.


    ¡°Let¡¯s get go for a walk. Should do us some good.¡±


    ¡°Sure. Big man is at home here. Passed out.¡±


    Tobias peaked into Grants room as the left. Sure enough he was face down. Helmet at his side. An occasional snore filled the air.  With hands in pockets, they embarked on the pathways of debris. Graels hilt occasionally bumped into Tobias side. He looked at it and sighed. From the corners of his vision shadows still raced. Lydon had a hand on his waist. The sickle and chain reflecting fires from the forge. Mixed with the occasional sprinkle of lights from repurposed structures.


    ¡°Where did you find that anyway?¡± Tobias asked. A finger pointing at the sickle.


    ¡°Down further passed the scrapyard. Was just tied up on a ship. Believe it or not this bad boy also comes from Ovoroth.¡± Lydon said. Unraveling the chain, he held it up to show Tobias the symbols.


    ¡°Fancy. Hasn¡¯t seen much work from the looks of it. Besides your use of it.¡±


    ¡°Good thing its as sharp as it looks. If it was dull I would have just walked under the Piscus legs or let one of those beetles tear my head off.¡±


    Tobias smiled as they entered a cramped alley. With a hand on the side as he scooted by, shadows raced for his fingers. They however did not find their mark quick enough, as his flesh lifted away. Still as they moved forward, they followed. Both stopped as they entered a part of the forge they hadn¡¯t expected to see. About forty-five minutes into their night jaunt, they ran into something they had not expected to see. From the harsh and cramped alleyways of the forge. Larger pathways revealed themselves. Tiles of hickory smoke lead the way into ruins. Pillars and stone stood tall. In front of tarnished red and yellow buildings. All bearing symbols. Some in simple triangles and circles. Others more intricate.  Darkness spilled from the edges and made their way under both their feet. As they had taken in the sights. Oblivious to their surroundings.


    From inside this little town a large explosion echoed through the peeling stone. From the complex patterns of shapes, small eyes slowly opened on the pillars. In the center of mandala, triangular and square patterns, their pitch-black pupils lazily followed the two walking up ancient steps. Before Tobias could pull out his holoframe and check his location, Grael spoke to him. His voice urgent.


    It comes.  Do you not see? Grael asked.


    No, I see plenty. Are your eyes working? Tobias asked. A sound rang in his ear, and he clutched his head. The voices rose and rose. This time, they were clear and calm for the most part.


    In the shade. Spires of time. We lament. Trapped.


    Banished, bound, hungry. Do they still see us?


    Can we return home? Is the war over?


    I hope they are not seeking the memories.


    Cold. Distant. Void. No light to grace us.


    The ancient beast no longer slumbers. It comes in mist. With every tide, it inches closer.


    Pvhomerma. Icha ticht lesch. Kjjuuati mul vey.


    The Nexus. It is not there. Beyond the walls of earth. Starlight impact. It sleeps within. Bound and pillaged. It does not know.


    Tobias pulled out his sword. The shadows temporarily fled as the sword struck the ground. With heavy breaths he veered onto it. Eyes focused on the ground. Lydon called out to him. Black tar had engulfed Lydon¡¯s sandals. Veins in his heart throbbed as Tobias clutched the hilt harder. He saw flashes of his trip to the Thara mountains. The bloody cave of missing bears. Frantic arms searched through all the blood. Until they met something hard. Crimson pooled down from soaking fur as he pulled it up. Severed from its body, the bear¡¯s head was missing several features. Its eyes, teeth, and brain. Snouts breached the surface and body after body rose next to him. As if to speak all their mouths opened, no roar or sound as the heads thrashed. Tobias dropped the head and took a few steps back. Lydon had his sickle drawn. One foot managed to break free of the tar. Focused straight ahead. Black flew past Tobias and under his legs, he turned and followed their path.


    ¡°I regret wanting to take a walk. That hard ass floor and a nightmare would be better than this.¡± Tobias said. With one foot back and sword in both hands, they had revealed themselves.


    Just like at Island Fresh, an eel like body clutched into the pillars. Wails filled the air as it squirmed. Rows of teeth and eyes formed all along its repulsive form. It was much bigger here. This time for certain, was no illusion. In front of Lydon a giant pale hand burst through the wall. The once ancient and beautiful stone fell, to be covered in a sickly gray and white paste. With a more human-like shape, it stood to its full height. Shaking off rubble. It was double the size of Lydon. Oozing gray and white as its skin. Long pale limbs and a flat stomach. With no eyes its gills trembled as it moved. Small fins rose from its feet to its lower back. Fleshy spines sprang out of its back. It lowered and seemed to scan its surroundings. Pits of salvia and gunk fell as its mouth opened. Nearly down to its stomach, its tongue gray with swollen large lumps going down its center.


    Greal, please tell me you know what these horrendous abominations are. Tobias thought. The eel coiled around the pillars, slithered closer. Its body pooled red and black liquid underneath its belly.


    I do not. This one that seems interested in you almost resembles an Aeon divider. If it is, has gone under many transformations. Grael replied.


    Real nice. If you can tell, we are not exactly the most formidable fighters. How do we take care of these things?


    Through experience is the only way. I suggest learning. I will do what I can.


    Fantastic. Tobias said and braced himself.


    All the creature¡¯s eyes focused on their target. Every maw of its teeth spiraled deep into its mouth. Pools of red and black formed on the ground and bubbled in its mouth. Over sharpest fangs reiterating their deadlines. Stone dissipated as the creature launched itself at him. Mouth wide open. Constant shrieks filled the air from the mouths. Just underneath the ruckus, the sound of grinding teeth joined in.


    Tobias slid forward to avoid the first strike. As it came around for a second time, the gnashing rose, and he covered his ears. Fighting against the deafening noise, he threw himself against one of the pillars. Red in the creature¡¯s mouth began to mutate. Chaotically it made shape into long spear like shapes. With all haste he spun around the pillar to avoid the spears. However, they tore through the stone with ease.


    Lydon watched the spears go wide, not too far from him. Heart pounding in his chest, he unraveled the sickle. He could not help but get a laugh in for a moment. Until giant pale hands desperately picked at the ground, as the other beast made its way to him. The sickle and chain flew silently as the chaos continued. Lydon, on his side yanked down on the chain. Successfully the chain hooked into its ugly flesh.


    Tobias couldn¡¯t help but be on the defensive. The creature attacked relentlessly. It spat red and black viscous liquid that destroyed pillars. Each pool and puddle grew larger. Spheres boiled within each one. With no opportunity to strike, Tobias charged sword out. The eyes followed every movement he made. Death loomed and brought itself around him, as he brought the sword down. Walls of flesh departed as the sword ran through one of the mouths. Green glowing from the end of the sword. Anguish filled the forge as the creature was struck.


    Time stopped again. Did he whiff big time and die? The glow of the sword grew brighter and brighter, until once again, he found himself in space. Green suns illuminated the area. With each second, it shrank. Smaller and smaller until nothing was left. Not even dust. Everything that was faded. The sword appeared in front of him. Suspended in the area in front of him, its radiance lit the backdrop of this place. Reluctantly he reached out for it. When he first met Grael it had also been like this. Indescribable creatures and landscapes collapsed as the sword sliced through it all. Throughout time it was held. Green suns above each horizon shrank and faded with each strike. New forms of life wielding it each time. In the end each life fell and sank into the blade, like melting snow.


    Pain screamed throughout his body. Rows of teeth latched into his back. Blood ran down his sides. He shoved the sword farther in. Its grasp began to falter as beastly roars shook the earth. With all the pillars nearly destroyed, it retreated to the center of town. The green sword sliced through mouths and eyes. Liquid shot out in a violent stream as he angrily stomped on each eye. All around him they burst and popped. Pools of flesh and blood ran down and formed under the stairs of this ancient site. Hisses and guttural screams rang out. Tobias, covered in black and red blood steamed off, Graels features graced him as he pointed the sword at it. Green shining at the edge of the blade.


    Some of my inventions and weapons from BALLISTIC would-be great right now. This little guy will have to do the heavy lifting. Lydon thought as he lowered his shoulder and hacked into the creature. The tongue secreted along the ground as it coiled around Lydon¡¯s feet. In a vice grip the tongue got both of his feet and swung him around. Tiny hands and withering tentacles reached out from pools from the eel like creature¡¯s blood. Lydon rolled to a stop over one. The creature strode over to him frantically. Lydon called out to Tobias, who was eyeing the eel and its hundreds of eyes glaring angrily back.


    Bones shifted out of place. With a disgusting crack, Lydon¡¯s leg bent the opposite way. From the pit tiny appendages and hands reached for him. Some tried to burrow inside Lydon¡¯s flesh. Sharp teeth growing from the disembodied parts gnashing at him. Wildly he slashed at the pit, severing the tendons that held him. Lumps shook loose as it stood over Lydon. Soft as they were, Lydon kicked with his other legs and slashed at the jelly like substance that hit his leg. Tobias pierced through its flat stomach. With arms at his side, in a wide arc he swung. Remaining pustules on the tongue exploded open. Blood and viscera fell into nearby pools. Only to sink, as they got snatched away.


    ¡°Oh th---" Lydon said. From the pustules, two worms crawled on to his body. Ignoring the pain in his leg, the sickle went to work. In a violent display Lydon sliced open the newborn worms. Guts flew as the bodies went still. With satisfaction in his yellow eyes, he gave one of them another slash. His blonde hair covered in guts.


    ¡°Take that you ug¡ª¡± Gasses and other liquids spewed into his mouth as they deflated.


    ¡°DAMN THIS PLACE!¡± Lydon yelled. After violently vomiting and coughing.


    The creature at the center of town burrowed into the ground. Foundations shook. Buildings began to tilt as the ground shook. Tobias turned and followed the giant shadow. Headed right for them. It burst from the ground. Shadows loomed over both of them as it blocked out the light. Countless rows of teeth before them. Death further down its throat.


    Tobias swung the blade. Eyes on the dragon hilt glowed their respective colors. One slash tore through this nightmare. Waves of energy sliced through the remaining buildings. None remained standing as nearly every structure collapsed. Fires of gray and black burned around the split corpse of the creature, reducing it to ashes. He knelt, sword in one hand. With the other he helped Lydon to his feet. With stone cold faces, they stared at each other, then burst into laughter. This night walk to get a quick breather, sure took a wrong turn.


    Somewhere in time, lost in the infinite dark. Existence extended into the void. Molecules unraveled in a being. In some moment of time, now or perhaps in the past or future, holding that same sword, a glow to light the pitiful dark. Until the energy could no longer be sustained. It collapsed into the abyss, along with the sword.

 Chapter 7: In Between

    Chapter 7: In Between


    The glow from the sword pushed the shadows against the decrepit buildings further into hiding. Gentle streams of blood flowed down his back. Leaving a trail as they traveled back to their place of rest. Lungs swelled with each breath. The pain in both of their chests from being tossed around. Those creatures meant business. Lydon hucked out spit and vile that had flown into his mouth. His glasses fell over the bridge of his nose. Returning to a dormant state, the blade retracted until just the hilt was left. Eyes on the hilt blazed then went dormant once more. Grael unwound himself from the hilt.


    His head hung low, whiskers flowing from his sides. Tobias looked down at him, eyes half closing. Pools of blood grew larger as they slowed every so often. Lydon hardly spoke. To busy violently twitching and vomiting. Tobias felt his strength flood out as he placed a hand on Lydon¡¯s back to calm him. Underneath his torn clothes, streams of energy ran down his back. Skin freshly torn skin began to fuse. The bleeding had begun to stop. With another deathly groan, Lydon threw up gray fleshy chunks as big as his fist. Skin and bone fused and lapsed underneath him as this went on. Spots of gray grew on Lydon¡¯s back. Adrenaline from the battle, Lydon pushed his glasses back on his face. Bones creaked and pushed themselves into place. After being forcefully pushed into horrific angles.


    ¡°Feeling ok down there?¡± Tobias asked. His breath was low and quiet. Just hearable in the oddly silent area of The Forge.


    ¡°Think so. Damn. Just not feeling terribly hot.¡± Lydon said. Some of his fingers lay limp as he clutched the cool earth.


    ¡°I feel that. Fighting those things was exhausting. Second wind keeping us both up for the moment.¡± Tobias said. His half-asleep gaze fell to the walking scales off to his side.


    ¡°Well, thanks for allowing me to see what¡¯s going on in the shadows. For your help back there as well.¡±


    It took a few moments for Grael to respond but he did:


    ¡°You¡¯re welcome. Sorry I¡¯m in the same camp as both of you. Tired. Can hardly focus. Sleep and constraints have not done me any favors. Too long in that space. Waiting to be freed.¡±


    The ground of the forge shook lightly with each step they took. Fans took in, and out heat. Pressure released from buildings, with exasperated sighs of steam rising into the night. Tobias stopped dead in his tracks. A figure just in front of them stood. Smeared with black blood he wiped his hand over his face. Static rose inside the ears. Small tears wove their way into existence as the figure approached. Flame grew around Grael as he inhaled deeply. Rearing back on his back feet, fire pounded in his chest. Tobias could feel the heat and watched molten gray flame flow like lava out of his mouth.


    Tobias let go of Lydon and stood in front of Grael, back turned to him. Grael had grown quickly, standing up to his height. He put his hand behind his back to slow the sudden outburst from his companion. Tobias cracked a smile, as the figure, clad in all black holding a rifle approached.


    ¡°Considering what just happened, I shouldn¡¯t think twice and let Grael torch you. Bad timing, Feyanna.


    Night steam from pipes hissed in the night. Nocturnal rodents dashed through alleys fighting over forages of food. Rifle at their side the helmeted trooper took her helmet off. Long strands of black ethereal hair graced her shoulders. Down past her back, moonlight delicately wove through the refractions of light. Her face, however, made Tobias¡¯ heart stop. What could it beat to, if there was nothing there? A static featureless veil that only resembled a human. Flame licked at the back of his head. Grael once again readying to attack.


    Lydon had crawled over after being set down. Glasses on the top of his head smeared in black. Underneath his cloths white energy pushed his leg bones back into place as he crawled. With two hands arounds Graels scaly leg, he yelled:


    ¡°WAIT A MINUTE DAMNIT! If Onyx wasn¡¯t afraid of her, neither should you!¡± He held his head low. Breath running ragged. His pupils morphed into slits if ever so briefly.


    Graels whiskers brushed passed Tobias face. Head lowering, Tobias caught a glimpse of one extremely angry dragon eye as he moved forward. Hunched on all fours, he spun his head directly at his potential foe. The rifle hit the weather-beaten muddy grounds of the forge. She took careful steps forward. Tobias couldn¡¯t tell if it was a trick of the light or not. His surroundings became fuzzier the closer she got. Silent black and white static against the backdrop of night.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry we had to meet again this way.¡± Feyanna said. Every word sounded and trailed off like the notes of a sullen guitar cord.


    Before Tobias could get a word out, Feyanna swung her rifle up. Cold strands of skin tickled his lips. She took aim taking careful steps forward. The surrounding area was the perfect area for enemies to hide in.


    Tobias just eyed his long-lost friend. While it was her voice, something was off. Nearly everything here was. He watched while she put two fingers to Lydon¡¯s lips as well. Then stood still with shoulders straight. Ready to fire as the rifle aimed from structure to structure. Whatever she was seeing or sensing, he wasn¡¯t picking it up. Even with the power that Grael had gifted him. Specs of black dirt and wind swayed in the air before falling back down. Slits formed into the iris as Tobias eye¡¯s panickily dashed around this ancient place. Smoke drifted from the barrel of the gun. Low hums accompanied each waft of smoke from the shot. Frustrated at this occurrence, his hand took the hilt at the ready. Swirls of smoke came floating past. Feyanna lowered her rifle taking a few steps back.


    Still faceless to him, static filled Tobias ears once more. Swiftly she moved forward and motioned to them. Pale hands slicing through the night. Like passing through a cloud.


    ¡°There are more of those creatures. Forming and tearing at the fabrics behind the shadow. Come we need to get you back to Grant. Out of the ancient shadows.¡± Feyanna said.


    ¡°There are more of those freaks we just took out? Damn!¡± Lyon said. Bones in his legs creaked but did not break as he stood. Just a gentle stretch. He hurried after her. Tobias and Grael just stood there for a moment. Before he turned around. Arms out to the side, he waved beckoning the two to hurry. Underneath the collapsed temple, shadows fled out from underneath. Teeth gnashing awake and eyes bursting open. Red and filled with rage.


    Feyanna knelt to a knee. Rifle dug into the ground pointing up. Lydon was keeping pace and knelt next to her. Why was he not worried about her lack of a face? Tobias grasped at his head as the scales and dragon-like eyes reverted to normal. Shadows along the wall still followed him. Regardless if Graels power was flowing through him or not. Trying to stable himself, he put a hand on a time beaten building. Stones and paint chipped from ages of wear. Large cracks arching through each layer. Instead of finding balance, one arm pushed the earth part. Shadows in front of him surged. Cautiously he glanced upwards. High above in the gray and black sky, a darker black ruled over the land. The dark sun he encountered hung above. Casting shadows and light. His skin fell cold. Blood ran sluggish, some cells even stopping completely.


    ¡°Where are we?¡± Tobias groaned.


    Grael was on all fours. Keeping his head low to the ground. He was aware and on guard for something. Tobias crouched next to his scales. Smoke billowing out of his nostrils.


    ¡°Any idea of where we are, or what¡¯s going on?¡± Tobias said aloud. Not bothering to keep his voice down.


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure. However, the stench of the Aeon Dividers fills this place. Not nearly as strong as before.¡± Grael said.


    ¡°A place you don¡¯t want to linger in. The Grievous Wound. It¡¯s what I call it anyway.¡± Feyanna said.


    The pitch-black sky along with the dark sun, was dimly lit from tears in sky. White around its edges. Like skin healing over a wound. Inside of whatever this anomaly was, gray and darkness filled the space. That was enough for the light within to shine out. Otherworldly cries filled the night.


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    ¡°Well now. That is rather disturbing. I bet the story of how you got here in the first place is as equally.¡± Lydon said.


    She turned to face Tobias. In that quick movement her long black ethereal hair flew over her shoulder. The face he saw is one he wish he did not see. Fragments of skin hung from her face. Her eyes gone. Replaced with hollow eye sockets. The mouth hung slightly open. Bones if that¡¯s what they were, had been silhouetted in black currents that ran under her skin. She shook her head. Shoulders shrugged and she took in a saddened posture.


    ¡°I will explain a little more when we are in a safer position. We need to get out of sight and under something. The oppressor will come. Now that you¡¯ve entered.¡± Feyanna said. With a long stride she ran low down the narrow streets. Lydon held out his hands. Curling his upper lip in disgusting disapproval. He chased after her. Loudly mumbling as he chased after her.


    Grael retired into the sheath. If he had spoken, Tobias had trailed off. He followed them. The black sun filled his vision as he stared up at it. Wondering what could have happened to her since then.


    Long eel and centipede-like creatures exploded from below. Off in the distance they cried out and floated above the forge. Buildings collapsed into dust at their emergence. Creatures on all fours charged about. Snarling and striking forward with every step. Eyes in a column on the side of their face searching frantically.


    Tobias hand trembled as his hands dug into the hilt. Next him Lydon kept looking at him then back to the wall. From outside an alley they had passed liquid flung through the air. Into the building it went. In an instant loud cracks and explosions filled the air. Black steam rose from the rubble. From that, small cries joined the chaos. Two claws punctured through the wall closet to them and from the way they came. Tobias glanced back as they hurried to a collapsed bridge broken into many parts. The last parts of the creature he saw, was a giant black ichor filled mouth with a tongue to match. Hexagonal shaped eyes bulging forward. Bat like creatures and many more creatures he did recognize flew overhead in a frenzy. Often, they emerged from dark pathway and crevasse.


    Feyanna slid down one leg first. Her frame almost seemingly vanishing with her hair against the black backdrop. Tobias and the others hunkered up next to her. Only dirt and fragments of concrete graced their vision. With the earth still shaking, they waited for what seemed like an hour. As constant screams filled the air. Explosions as the other worldly beings tore and shattered the structures in this realm.


    Tobias couldn¡¯t bring himself to look directly at Feyanna. After what he had seen not but a moment ago. Instead, his alternative was to adjust his neck slightly and speak.


    ¡°Before something crushes us to dust, or picks us up and eats us like snacks, what is the story. First off would be, how do you know of this place? Tobias said. Dust and dirt lingered in his black hair. Painted on the sides of him like graffiti. His mouth tasted of bitter and black gunk from the surrounding area.


    ¡°He stripped me from my flesh. Somewhere, maybe under the mountain I still lay.¡± Feyanna said. Ice rippled up his back from her touch. Just like those hollow eye sockets. Cold and empty.


    ¡°Through the black mires of the night I wander. Searching for a way out.¡±


    Fire boiled in Tobias belly from her words. His eyes turn to slits as he raised his voice over the stampeding creatures.


    ¡°We have spoken before. Was that not you?¡± Tobias said. Shadows drew in nearer as they conversed. Voices and rasp joined the chaos. Reaching out to all of them.


    ¡°Most likely. Crossing back over from The Divide, I tend to forget many things. Each time something else goes missing.¡±


    ¡°Convient. Well, you haven¡¯t screwed us just yet.¡±


    ¡°Naturally. Did you notice anything before your encounter?¡±


    ¡°No. Grael is the one that gave us a heads up.¡±


    ¡°Though it was too late.¡± Lydon said. Silver scales nearly covered his entire back. He had not noticed yet because of their situation. Torn skin fell to the side, as scales reformed in their stead.


    ¡°Other than the dark coming for us. Which is nothing out of the ordinary, no I did not.¡± Grael replied. As he slithered into a smaller form around the group.


    ¡°How unfortunate. I expected more from all of you. Come, we need to move.¡±


    Army crawling, they poked their heads out from the rubble. One giant eel like creature coiled around a crippled building. Its mouth trembled, teeth clattering in either rage, or excitement. With its head low to the ground, it drew in a breath. All manner of material was stripped from the ground and made its way into its maw. A hungry abyss devouring the smallest forms of life. Pavement made way and broke under its movement. Great divides in the land grew from its spikes. As if carving itself a new lair nothing could resist it. One voice grew louder over the others. Until the rest were silenced. The sound had made them nauseous. Ears clogged as if ascending the highest peaks. Three of them held fast to the ground. Their world spun as the voice shook the fabric around them. They needed to escape fast. The dangers here continued to escalate and not let up. Tobias eyes rolled clockwise as he tried to find balance. From all the sound he could only make out ¡°Here¡­¡± as it echoed on and on. Feyanna had grasped and shook them.


    ¡°Get it together! The Great Devourer and The Stygian consort have picked up our trail.¡± Feyanna said.


    With unnatural strength she dug her hands into Tobias stomach and lifted him to his feet. Then the same to Lydon. Neither of those names meant anything to him as he looked briefly into hollow eye sockets. No light, no spark. Just words from a hallow body. Above them, long gray limbs reached into the ground. How that eluded him before, baffled him. Perhaps it had just appeared. Or the sound was causing hallucinations. The gray limbs releasing steam as they turned into human like extremities. Mimicking hands and arms. With each movement they traced over the ground as if it was drawing something. Tobias felt a hand across his face. Black and ethereal gray hair gently poked at his face. Skinless, Feyanna was staring at him.


    ¡°You three need to leave now! Do you see those fallen obelisk with the eyes? Go there! If we meet again, it will be because you passed through.¡± Feyanna said.


    In a frantic grasp to keep his balance, Tobias stumbled forward. Kicking up rocks and other debris. Instinctual he froze as if being spotted. Several yards away, creatures on all four limbs watched him. Their backs arched; spines twisted out from underneath them to make new shapes. Some as armor, others as weapons. Natural like their claws, teeth and other means for hunting. Mouth split from the seams. Pools of liquid fell at their feet. Colors they had been familiar with. Some took steps forward. Then simply vanishing. Others grew bigger.


    Lydon was flung into him as Feyanna dove for cover. Tobias noted something had changed with Lydon¡¯s eyes. Much like his he had wagered. Slit like a reptile, dragon like. White and Gray. Glasses up above his brow. Tobias followed the reflection and looked up. Several hundred feet above him, a towering creature appeared to be seated. Its head sank forward against its frame. As if it was a corpse, rather than a living creature. With its tendrils moving, being dead was out of the question. It was impossible to get a better look from down here. Not like Tobias wanted to. Rather it was a sick curiosity that would likely get them killed. To his left, crisscrossed against the ground pillars awaited them. He noticed the eyes this time, but they were shut. Now was not the time to be thinking over everything that was going on. In a mad dash he made way for the pillars. Lydon right on his heels cursing with every step.


    Halfway through their sprint, two long claws went for Lydon¡¯s back. Unaware of this, Lydon felt the blow. Adrenaline kicked in and he ran past Tobias in a frenzied sprint. Before Tobias could fully raise his brow and mouth in shock, a claw had found away around his body. Unable to grab his sword, he saw nothing around him. Next to his ears, black salvia ran down his shoulders. The mix of a centipede and snake like body had him in his grasp. With a head of a mollusk. Its eight-antenna feeling for a certain spot. Accompanied with a wide mouth of a lamprey.


    ¡°Fuck!¡± Tobias yelled.


    In the next moment, like wet noodles the antenna flopped against his face. Half of its head been shot off. Still grasping him tightly. Feyanna crouched, rifle smoking. It was enough to free his grip to grab the sword and swing at the divided half. Its claw freed up from his lower section and attempted to block the blow. It was successful to a point, as part of its body went flying. Squirming in midair with blood pouring out from the wound and the base, it scurried toward Feyannas location.


    Scales on his face reformed as his eyes narrowed. Over his shoulder he caught a glimpse of one of the four-legged beast trying to get a swipe in. Sword gripped tightly in the right hand; out to the side he swung up all his strength. Slicing it right through its rib-cage armor, it went sailing back whining and hacking up black bile. It stood haggardly but charged right back at him. This caused the others simply watching to come charging in. Tobias ran Lydon¡¯s way, who stood still doing motions in the air with his hands. Must have truly lost it.


    With a quick glance to look at his pursuers, layers of teeth greeted him. This time, a giant mass of dark brown and pinkish flesh like a monk-fish greeted him. It had burst from underneath the ground just in front of four legged fans.


    Green shone across the Tobias face, and the creature¡¯s yellow eyes focused on him. Heat rose in front of them and a silver wall of fire erupted in between them. Scathing the creature bit harder and harder, until it slowed. Half of its body slumped and crumbled into thick pieces of charred meat in the fire. Tobias flung the other half down and drove the sword straight through it. For good measure to make sure it was dead, gave it a good kick into the fire. With the fire stalling the creatures, they howled as Tobias ran back to Lydon and the pillars.


    Lydon¡¯s breath was heavy. He frantically waved a finger at Tobias. Silver eyes and horns had formed at the base of his head. Tobias gave him a smack on the upper shoulder. They both turned and ran down the rows upon rows of pillars and obelisk. Eyes on them slowly opening as they ran.


    The giant eel like and serpent-like creature slithered forward. Distant chuckling ran through the foundations of The Divide. Movement and traces from the great throne above ceased. Feyanna looked up as everything came to a crawl. The creature losing interest in her.


    If we do meet out there again. I will likely forget. The Divide and Avaron will see to it. Stay safe all of you. I may be gone next time. Feyanna thought. Deep behind her eye sockets, somewhere in her soul, a spark of gray shimmered. With a grin that was not her own.

 Chapter 8: Entity

    Chapter 8: Entity


    Muck covered their toes as the afternoon tides flowed over their feet. Rusted machines lay lifeless. Abandoned in ages past, built on repeatedly. The basis, foundation of the forge built upon everything that came before. Chipped paint licked the faint breeze. Specs withering away at each gently touch. Never to be repaired or operated on. From taller buildings, old chairs covered in dust and algae fell into the scrap. The ground here shook frequently. Twenty workers off duty hung around unaffected by the quakes. Iron¡¯s cool touch lingered against their shoes, as they stood on a huge circular seal. Near the shore, one worker knelt in the sand. A visitor from the sea had come.


    Pale skin made out its body. Two deep black dark eyes. The light was not affecting it, almost as if it was taking it in. Lungs and gills took in each breath. Water carefully poured from pores. Webbed hands met the workers as he waited for it to get closer. The lizard-like creature scrambled to the top of the man¡¯s clothing. He couldn¡¯t help but laugh. Four long whiskers, two on each side crept up slightly hairy arms. Small pieces of skin detached as they traced up the arm. Liquid inside the skin followed. Fog from the sea lingered closer to the forge. Laughing rang out as more pale little bodies made landfall.


    ¡°Shit, little guy. That hurt.¡± The man said. One whisker found his neck and tried to dig into it. Followed by the other three. Waves grew larger, invading the land with each crash.


    ¡°Hey, Moore! Check out these little fellas. Kind of cute.¡± One man called at him. Visibility began to wane as currents of cold air made their way in.


    ¡°Just watch for their whiskers! Not the most pleasant feeling.¡± Moore said.


    The notice may have come just a little too late. Others yelped and tried to shake them off. Sand stirred and iron hinges shook. Older structures lined with cracks, severed as the ground shook.


    ¡°Dang. Can¡¯t see a thing. Time to go!¡± Moore said. One of his feet sank into the sand. The little creature hanging onto his neck with every whisker.


    ¡°Come now time to go. Back to the s¡ª¡± He said. With sight reduced it was hard to see or tell which direction he had come. Dozens and dozens of creatures took over his view. Most of them climbed up on him, others rushed by. Brief laughter was now met with screams. Moore took the head of the aquatic creature and ripped it from his neck. He swung down, to attempt to stall their advances. Forward? Back? There was no way of knowing which way back to the heart of the forge was. Blood cascaded out as he pulled out the whiskers and held his neck. Cries of pain reached higher and higher, until the waves were the only sound. Below beaten brown shoes, water retreated. Moore ran the opposite way, as whiskers dug into him. The tiny creatures moved more rapidly now. Wounds spread, as blood found its way.


    Moore fell at the edge of the iron tile. Life draining from his face as he fell stomach first. Entire groups of lizard-like fish swarmed over the fallen. Moore¡¯s eyes widened as some grew bigger. They tore through his friends and acquaintances. Until only bone remained. The giant grate exploded. One grey limb sank through and made its way back up. Silence. Little gray bodies tried to crawl over the others, fighting for food. For the journey to the surface was long and they were hungry. Moore¡¯s heart stopped and his eyes fell. Red light filled this once peaceful area to escape the routine of the forge.


    Waves rushed past its giant legs; purple veins drew up its mass. Clustered in some spots they resembled gems. Fish and other animals fell from atop its body as it rose. With another leg it widened the hole it had struck. The surrounding area collapsed, along with the little creatures. Falling their eyes cast back to the giant red orbs above them. Once they had landed, there was a mad rush to get back to the top. Terrain and crumbling earth did nothing to stop them.


    It spoke into the depths of the earth. The deep guttural voice reverberated below. Chains rattled and a single eye opened. Eight long limbs to its side. Two feet hung above a huge drop. With a glance it went over each of its shackles. Patiently it waited as words filled the chamber. Air absorbed into the maw above. Tts mouth and its body shook. Gills extruded water and gray ooze. Like a landslide, from its giant maw a forceful torrent came fourth. Land instantly disintegrated as the gray hurled from its mouth. Chains built into the ground, reached into the forge. Snaking its way through the streets and tightly wrapped around abandoned buildings. In one instant they broke apart. Fragile, as if it was fabric, structures collapsed. Below the caverns shook and limbs managed to move. To occupied about its freedom, it fell further. Fins gracefully parted the water as the Tulere Piscius vanished under the fog.


    The ground was overburdened and could not hold the weight of its fall. Soft earth and trickles of water filled the gaps. Thirty feet wide each of the arms moved independent of another. Being spat into a new place, unbounded from the surface. Trapped fish tried to make their way out from under the body. Walls of inky black damned their passage. Briefly coming into contact with the wall they tried to swim farther under. However, thin wiry strands surrounded them. Momentum fully stopped they fought against the pull in futility. The tail ends of the fish flapped violently, followed by strands giving them one last shove inside the arm. In a pocket of shallow water, they floundered about. The enclosure began to morph.  Contorting inside this cage, eyes slowly came to life all around them. Pupilless to start. White as a fresh sheet of ice. Some force pulled at them leading them straight inside of the eye sockets. Curious ears and ones awakened from their slumber came to inspect the noise. Senses betrayed them, believing this thing to be safe. Without warning they too, were consumed. Muscles and nerves inside the eyes twitched and zeroes in on its prisoner. Each passing moment memories, thoughts, feelings began to surface. One hand reached high into the cavers. Fish tails formed out of it stringy body. Other arms mimicked this behavior. Bats, turtles, worms, crabs, salamanders, and frogs. Not just life creatures, the surrounding area as well. The samples it took from the rock and water mixed on its back. Streaks of stone, sand and dirt all came left. Strands of light from above gently fell and graced the observer. Particles danced in its vision.


    Entwining with each other photons and electrons slowed their eternal travel. Waves of static rippled through the being. Somewhere inside of it a single pulse made it jump into the air. Rocks and stalactites groaned as the ground sunk further in. They harmlessly bounced off its back before imploding. On its two feet, two hands came forward as it leaned in closer to the light particles. Invisible forces beckoning it closer as the whites of its eye touched one of the smallest forms. Then it knew.


    Once at some point in time it had been the same as these photons. Through endless time and vastness of nothing it traveled. Orange and white heat erupted during its drift. Directionless, it was caught up in its pull. Caught on the edge of a crystal vast as the space itself all the lights behind went out. Chunks broke off and scattered out near the front. Burning up they speed to an unknown destination if there was one. The tail of the crystal shattered off, the photon with it. Nothingness engulfed it. The chase slowed as waves of dark surrounded the beacons in the dark. instantaneously those lights went out. Matter and energy violently crashed together to form a hungering abyss. Anything close enough sucked in.


    Pulverized, it held fast to the crystal in the dark. Atrophy embraced them inside the infinite black hole. The cold whispered and the crystal grew brighter and plunged faster shattering into more fragments. With urgency the dark desperately tried to reach it. With a powerful explosion the crystal tore through the endless suffocating black. Cold and losing energy, the photon had been breached by the dark.


    Energy coursed through it, as the crystal glowed. Only enough to heat half of it. Joined by other photons of light something new merged. Atmospheres had been breached by the falling crystals. Clouds forcefully splitting as they came. Shards staying in the upper reaches hovering. Beams of light graced whatever surface they touched. Some sank to unknown depths, pits of lava, tar, ice, sand and solid rock. This occurred all over existence in this brief moment of time.


    In one particular place on entry, pieces of crystal severed. The eye of a hurricane aiding in the act of the fall. Humanoid shapes looked to the skies from all over. Dirt in their eyes, covered in blood and scabs. Wounds from hard fought battles against wildlife. Caves snuck in light where it would normally not reach. More curious eyes came and stared at the sky. Beyond the storm, stars reflected brightly into the crystal. The sun adding its own intensity to it. Impact was inevitable as the scorching fire in the sky plummeted. Far away from the storm, the sky was reddish orange. Bright white light from the dark reaches reminding them they were still there.


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    Earth shook and exploded as the largest crystal fell. Waves upon waves of dirt and soil reaching halfway to the sky. Axis went out of control. Tectonic plates violently moved, even broke as the impact caused catastrophe. To all directions, remains from traveler from beyond left wakes of destruction and trails in the sky.


    It felt warm. Deep in this cave imprisoned for an untold length of time it moved slowly forward. All its long limbs grasped at the rock. Being carefully not to cause any trouble. Smoothed black tendrils and three fingered-like hands made their way forward. Its head shook as it moved away from this place. Time did not matter to it. Wandering for days, possibly even months, it traveled underneath. One single eye always looking for the sky, to never see anything but the deep damp underbelly. Passages blocking its advance quickly fell. Straight ahead it moved all in front of it with ease. The ground splitting and bowing to its power even before it forcefully pushed on.


    Black limbs shook and bubbled violently as they punched through a huge wall of stone. The body reacted in a way it was not used to. Something clear and formless ran through it. The sensation was enough for it to stop briefly. Fingers tried their best to capture it in its hands to no avail. The wind graced the cavern. Light was next and one eye grew larger and larger. As it was about to burst. Water cascading down the side shot straight into the air creating mist, as it fell. This time, free by its own design. Hundreds of feet plunged into a blackened crater. Gray slate built up its slopes. People mining into the walls dropped their pickaxes and other tools and watched the great dark creature fall. Into the valleys below void of life it lay spread out. It¡¯s one eye taking in the view of a single large colorless crystal.


    Tiny frames made their way in front of its vision. Three figures stood in front of it and bowed. Darkness fell upon darkness as pupils met. Towering over them they showed no fear and simply smiled.


    ¡°We have waited for this day. For you to come back and power our home. How to show us a way to escape this darkness.¡± One of them said.


    Black rain filled the sky as the body exploded. The center mass turning in on itself, the eye still watching them until it sank into its own skin. Eight limbs writhed on the ground separately. Mass angrily mashed together as it grew smaller and smaller. The three humans watching, just nodded at each other. Not phased in the slightest. Black smudges of rain fell across their mask resembling animals. From the noir-colored mist eight beings walked clumsy to them. Some stumbled, others looked confused as they took their first steps.


    ¡°Welcome to our home. We call it Grayland. I am Dracofynth. These two here next to me are Vela, and Ursagan.¡± He said. They bowed politely. One of them held a bright red crystal staff. The other a twin but blue. Tentacles squirmed from one of the masks. As if dying of thirst, they took in the black rain feverishly.


    Some of the beings were double their size. Ten feet tall or higher they hovered over them and returned the bow at an awkward angle. Some to the side, others to far forward and the fell face first.


    All three rushed up and took hold of their three-fingered hands. Kicking at the dirt they tried to stand. Some raised their faces and stared forward. Pale white made out half their features. Bright orange the other. Male and female alike they turned their eyes to the crystal then back at them. With no mouth to speak, one created its way onto their face. Simultaneously they all opened their mouths and said:


    ¡°Human. Crystal. No light. Dead?¡±


    ¡°Correct. Not unless you are willing to sacrifice half of yourself. To restore the light that has gone.¡± Dracofynth said.


    Strained vocals cords vibrated together just eking out small groans. Dracofynth just smiled as they took giants steps and loomed over them. Under their shadow, the humanoid torso bent and twisted as the light on the crystal reflected on them. With fingers stretched out they lazily rose to point at it. Orange pulses grew within their body and made their way to the edge of the still hand. It was not pain that it felt. Something it could not describe. As the energy made its way out. Naturally as taking a breath. Effortlessly it all condensed, but then the entity pulled back. The orange crystal loomed. Veins of color now ran through it. Some sank in like water to soil.


    Weary eyes fell to the small folk below its feet. Two other parts of it fell to their knees holding their heads in pain. The three that greeted it came forward. Each put a hand on their fleshy disfiguring skin to comfort.


    ¡°However this works, fear not. We are here if you fear the unknown.¡± Dracofynth said.


    Fear? It thought. Not a single word made sense. Besides the four it had uttered.


    Five of the others stared at the crystal. Four began moving to it. Featurelessness came back to replace the fleshy bodies they had begun to mirror. Light from all the entities slowly seeped out. Fingers drawn out to the crystal phasing in and out of view. The rest of their bodies shimmered. What was supposed to be flesh and bone, was replaced with an indescribable light and shapes. Violently they tore in and out of existence before the onlookers.


    ¡°Amazing. This time it is much more active.¡± Ursagan said. His long white hair swayed as power ran free through the valley. The mask tight on his face.


    ¡°If this works and what it told us is true, then we can rebuild this world for the better.¡± Vela said. With gently hands her touch left the entity¡¯s body. Teal and darker blue feathers on the mask looked skyward. Lifting their arms as if to soar upwards, she froze and took everything in. A long-jagged beak rose up from the mask. Out of the valley, people began to cautiously approach. Most malnourished and sickened. Still holding picks and shovels. Some had fresh wounds from work. Others caked over in blood, dirt and grime. Faces cut from jagged rocks. Exhausted bodies fell to their knees, others on their stomachs. Low murmurs began as hands were entwined in prayer.


    Dracofynth gleamed over the sight. Smoke poured out the dragon mask. Red eyes shimmered with unknown intent. The rest of his expressions hid under black scales. Two curled black horns rest at the top. He moved closer as the beings just did. Ice peeled back layers of skin behind the mask. Entropy took hold instantly and he froze a couple of steps away. Alive but solid as a statue, Dracofynth¡¯s eyes spun in fear. Some presence was looming over him. In all directions as it bore down. With no control his hands crossed over his stomach. In silence he struggled to regain movement. An invisible force pushed at his sides as if to flatten him to a pulp.


    Orange and white brightly flickered in the distance. Darkness filled the rest of the space. No light escaped at a certain point.


    A crack formed along Dracofynths mask like a glacier. Falling into darkness, his eyes were now steady. Less afraid than before. Color drained from his face. Skin peeled off and streams of red slowed into gray. From the middle of his chest, a hole leaked out the gray. All the streams fused together and drifted to the crystal. The light in his eyes began to fade.


    He heard a voice in his head.


    ¡°Well now. You truly do not fear the end. Despite that fleeting emotion as you approached.¡± The voice said. Slowly and methodically as the stream in the dark.


    ¡°I¡¯ve known for a long time now. What is to come. What needs to be done.¡± Dracofynth replied. His eyes slowly closing.


    ¡°I sense other remnants. From eras long past within you. They are quiet, yet still have an insatiable desire to cover the light.¡± The voice said.


    ¡°For eons I have waited. Only small fragments of the inescapable dark reach this place. This place may give life, yet the dark comes here to die. The light above, a sickening blight.¡± Dracofynth said. His eyes now closing, only murmuring escaping his lips.


    ¡°Rest momentarily. Soon the will of this world will break. Then we will use this husk, to devour the rest.¡±


    Feet and staff dragged in the soil as Vela and Ursagan took hasty steps back. Their leader before their eyes, dissipated into mere gray specks. Then funneled into the crystal. The light began to change color. The welcoming oranges and whites, replaced with oppressing gray and black. Onlookers, as if hypnotized, crawled to the crystal. Vela went to stop some of these crazed folk. Their faces were barely recognizable as human. Faces drooped and black pits of light replaced the eyes. Backs pushed upwards, twisting into new shapes. In a moment their limbs faded view.


    Mangled limbs came steaming out of the crystal. Skeletal, stripped of flesh.


    The remaining giant beings watched all this expressionlessly, until Dracofynth had disappeared. With the mangled mess in front of them, they acted. Slimy hands forcefully dripped over Vela and Ursagan. Before they could react, they were pushed into its slimy flesh. Each one took by a different giant. The other two closely by. Hearts pounded in their chest as they cramped inside a chamber of flesh. Eyes came out and watched them. Yet they did not feel hostility. Sadness, pain and fear. Jostled inside, the giants took off into the valley. The sounds of wails filled their ears. Just for a moment, the recent creations looked back at the crystal. Without hesitation they ran.


    A gray mass no bigger than ten feet at length levitated through the hollowment. The landscape much different than previous times. Rail-cars and mechanical beasts filled these tunnels. Nearly every corner was exposed to some light. Steel kept the tunnels from falling as spider-like creatures did repairs. Bits of pieces of this spherical gray, cracked and ancient felt the pull of a benevolent force. A door barred its path as it floated up the stairs. Losing the little bit of power it had left, struck the floor several times. Fragments shattered off. On it went, pieces of it sparked orange for just a moment. Through time it had learned to pass through solid objects. Though it took much of its energy. It did just this, as an impasse of steel above kept it below. Gray morphed and spread out over the floor. A few minutes later, a sickly human-like shape emerged from the mass. Struggling to stand it pulled itself up on a shelf. Brief though it was, a pulse of calm ran through its decaying body. A small chest in front of it. It would not open. Perhaps it had been too weak. Bits of its hand got sucked into the lock. Filling in the gaps, the slimy flesh pushed apart ancient mechanisms. Some of it fused with the gears. Then a small click! Three crystals with ribbons gently placed around them. It touched each one with a smile on its face. Droplets of gray fell off its face into the crystal.


    ¡°I hope this will be enough. If not, the others bear this responsibility. Though they may be gone from this world.¡± It thought.


    Collapsing into a heap, the being dissipated into three arcs. Each strand slowly going into the crystal.

 Chapter 9: Dual Awakening

    Chapter 9: Dual Awakening


    Wandering through the industrial haze, Tobias and Lydon stumbled back into the forge. No light from the sun reached through the metal cracks. Fog made its way unabated. Early salt licking the weary morning eyes. The Forge yawned, adding its breath to the air. Scales on both of their faces retreated. Hands on their knees they both groggily moved forward. The silver on Lydon¡¯s back retreated. His shirt on the back torn to shreds from the claws.


    At least his leg is ok. What is with the silver though? It¡¯s almost the same as the hilts. Tobias thought and trailed off.


    ¡°Hey you alright? Your body has changed a bit. Almost like mine.¡±


    ¡°Well, I do feel better after throwing up all that shit. Changed, no way that¡¯s some ace detective skills. Did you not see my---¡± Lydon exclaimed.  His rant stopped as they passed by a foggy window. He wiped away the fog, then again and again. Like a madman.


    ¡°What the hell is this!¡± With his tired hands renewed with vigor from the shock, he poked at his face. The scales faded and his eyes went from slit silver back to normal.


    Unsurprised with his reaction, Tobias walked by him. Rose a hand and put up a hand. The way they came filled with fog and faded into obscurity. Hidden from the expanse of the forge. Sleep could not find them as they went back to their hotel. Onyx leaned against his hide legs against a rusty pole. Pipe in his mouth. Ears perked up at their footsteps. With an exaggerated breath from the smokeless pipe, Onyx placed an eye on them.


    Grant took a step outside. Hammer in both hands he glared at them. Onyx shrugged down to all fours then took a seat between the two. A scowl grew across Grants face as he threw on his welding helmet. The eye hatch open he spat and tasted the salt and dirty air.


    ¡°What a nice fresh morning. Hope I didn¡¯t miss anything. Time to go, hope your rested.¡± Grant said. Boots smashed the wet morning ground. Vapor from the mist filling the holes he created. Tobias held out a hand to stop Grant. That quickly was thwarted though as he smacked himself. That¡¯s right. Meet up with the Forgemaster. Traveling to Ovoroth in a week is becoming less likely.


    Lydon brought his nose to the tip of his index finger. Nearly cross eyed while they converged to the tip. The smallest sparks of silver flame shot out. Shimmering out against his pale white skin he cocked his head. Face scrunched with disgust he faced Tobias.


    ¡°How in the world did I manage to create a flaming silver wall of fire to save your ass back there?¡±


    ¡°Well mate, have you seen me do anything like that, yet?¡±


    ¡°Ok well yea¡­uhh how about old scales? Must know something I imagine.¡±


    ¡°We can ask but so far his help and wisdom have added up to a whole lot of nothing.¡±


    Smoke rose from the hilt. Graels body unraveled against the cool mud. With a huge breath steam rolled out of his mouth.


    ¡°Well yes young ones. I can answer this for you. Some of my power, as well as the hilts now flows through you.¡±


    Grunts and cursing filled the momentary silence. Lydon held out his hands and shook them.


    ¡°Could you take them back now? As much as I appreciate the power boost, having scales and what not isn¡¯t going to fly.¡±


    Black and silver claws grazed Graels ancient facial scales. Strands of whiskers straightening with each brush.


    ¡°No. It is yours now. A gift that you chose to accept willingly. Whether consciously or not, this is the result. In dire need from life about to be forever extinguished. Axiom Coalesce. Is the ancient term I still use.¡±


    ¡°Great one step closer to becoming like them. Damn it!¡± Lydon shouted and ran up to catch with Grant.


    ¡°Was that a misstep on my part? Feeling pity for him.¡± Graels said.


    ¡°No don¡¯t worry about that airhead. It is like when I pulled the sword on that smug Forgemaster. If we appear to have fewer human features, well people will react more harshly to others. If not, then it¡¯s for damn sure they are degrading and being hostile in their minds.¡±


    Grael took in his words. With more people wandering into the streets, he returned to the hilt. Tobias filled him in on the details of losing parts of their humanity. How much Mare Clausum and Insmourn, despised Grayland and their offers. Zealots were just another notch on the post.


    Grant and Lydon were not but a few paces ahead of them. Both adamantly talking amongst each other. Loud enough for Tobias to catch bits of their conversation. Grant was concerned over a nightmare he had. One he had discussed with them about the creature coming out of the forge. Hammer clashed against Grants light shoulder armor. His welding helmet created sparks as he forcefully brought it back up.


    Lydon¡¯s hands flailed in the air. Flung to either side of him. He was recalling the night. Assaulted by maggots, shadow eel beast from hell and nasty other worldly beings chasing them down.


    ¡°It may be hard on him. Power being siphoned from the three of us into him. Not usually something that happens. Even when fighting against the dividers.¡± Smoke from Graels nostrils bellowed out as he spoke.


    ¡°Three, what do you mean?¡± Reaching for the hilt of the sword. Tobias remarked.


    ¡°Me, yourself and the hilt. It has only spoken once in the time since its name reached my ears. Independent, idle and mostly unconscious.¡± Grael said. Gray and black light sparked out of the hilt at the remark.


    Green light flashed in front of Tobias¡¯ face as he drew the hilt. Closer he inspected the blade. Something he had not bothered to do yet. It was always taken out for emergencies. That had saved them in a couple tricky situations already. Vaporous and ghostly the blade revealed delicate runes and carved patterns on its base. From the tip of the sword a serpent-like tail wove around a quarter of the way down. Before spiraling into what looked to be a sun. Comets trailing off on either side as smaller etchings. Droplets of water ran off the edges of his brow. The mist got denser as they went. Small black particles came up from the periphery. One slit eye watched them intently.


    Any idea why the sword did not cut through those creatures? Tobias asked. Speaking in his mind as Grael had returned.


    It could be any one of these things. I observed as we moved through that place. Through the battle as well. First, those colossal creatures could have given them power. Second, they have evolved too much in my time. Third, the sword lost power. Through the battle or healing your friends wounds somehow. Fourth, you are too weak. Grael summarized.


    Well, three of them sound great. Last one what a shocker. Just started to use this bloody thing. Tobias thoughts suddenly spun.


    As if a blast of strong wind had hit him, Tobias staggered as someone ran right into his shoulder. Steel flashed as he drew the sword and brought it to the stranger¡¯s neck. After being stalked by shadows and having an unpleasant surprise, he wasn¡¯t taking any chances. A hood draped over its head. Two deep red circles swirled in front of him. With matching wires tinted black. It wore a long gray trench coat. Black pants for the bottom half. What caught Tobias off guard the most was a small scythe and double-barreled pistol gun at their side. A black bandana veiled what would be their mouth. Tobias shoved the blade closer. With his head arched back and clenched teeth. Onyx charged up from behind going straight through Tobias legs. Clank! Clank! Clank! Furiously Onyx was swiping his head side to side, pipe in his mouth as a weapon. It struck the strangers apparent metal legs. Then ducked as a leg swiped at him. On his hind legs he clawed and clawed to get the intruder off. With no luck he ran to his side and growled defensively.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    ¡°Ah! The Spark that has been spoken of so much. I have been waiting so very long to meet you.¡± The stranger said. Hands at their side. One slowly moved to the sickle, the other pointed at Onyx. Grant and Lydon stopped when they noticed it was rather quiet when they tossed a question his way. The clangs of steel had them spin around. Tobias held up his free hand to them.


    ¡°Spark? Whatever are you on about. Got some circuits loose up there?¡±


    ¡°Plenty. Actually. Just a quick warning. It has stirred deep under the scrap. I can feel it moving.¡± The stranger said. Dread filled Tobias stomach as the mechanical neck dug into the blade. Face to face with a complete lunatic.


    ¡°Great. Thanks for the warning. Now go take your dump somewhere else, thanks.¡±


    Trails of black smoke escaped from the fingertips as Tobias face was grabbed by its mechanical hand.


    ¡°I would love to dispose of you and your friends¡¯ corpses. Sadly, I have been given the order not to intervene. Might cause some conflict sooner than our leader would like. Pitiful.¡±


    Tobias¡¯ feet left the ground. His head yanked and forced at an odd angle. The stranger hurled him at Grant and Lydon with ease.


    Onyx lunged striking nothing but smoke. Laughing while taking steps back the stranger bowed. Strands of black spread in different directions as the body faded. Black particles remained; slightly bigger than the ones he previously saw.


    ¡°I am sure he won¡¯t mind if I kick things off a bit early. Do take care young sparks. We are not done getting acquainted.¡± With the sounds of blades clashing, the stranger vanished amongst the black particles and smoke. Absently staring ahead Grant and Lydon rushed over as he pushed himself up. Onyx barked at the air before going to Tobias side.


    ¡°You alright there Tobias?¡± Grant asked lifting his vizor from the welding helmet up.


    ¡°Sort of. We need to be careful. Whatever or whoever that was, made me sick. Just like the monsters that have been after us.¡±


    ¡°Hard to do when everything that comes at us seems to pop of nowhere.¡± Angrily snapping his fingers, Lydon said. Bits of silver flame coming to life with each snap.


    ¡°This is just like my nightmare last night. Save for the words and all. Less blood and chaos so far, which is good.¡± Grant said.


    ¡°What a great time we are having. Let¡¯s get our visit over fast, shall we? Then we can hope for a night¡¯s rest after we leave this dump.¡± Tobias replied.


    Grant took slight offense as he loved every little bit of the forge. Not wanting to add oil to a pointless and contained fire, he dropped it.


    Hills that stretched for miles and miles began to turn from a dark green to a bright white. Until all was cleared away in a fine white sheet. Weary from being medicated and tossed across the cavern, Maxwell woke. Melaine was fast asleep on top of him. He brushed her long brown bed head and smiled. One arm around her back, the other brought her head to his chest, kissing her forehead. The medical staff would likely bar her from returning if they found them like this. He did not care at the moment. Black particles slowly drifted through the vent systems. Inside to the room they went. Harmlessly they drifted around the room.


    The blinds were drawn shut, and the room was quiet besides their breathing. All the tubes and wiring had been taken out. Oxygen mask and other materials set neatly aside. On the bedside table his holoframe went off. For just a split second he thought about checking it. Having a break from the current situation was nice. He tossed the thought aside along with the holoframe being there and held Melaine a little tighter. Often, they had been separated due to work. Lone investigations missions sure did not help his case. If she woke and saw him talking or replying to anyone in regarding his current work. He would likely get chewed out and put in another coma.


    Her breast pushed up against him. Melaine stirred from sleep as a loud THUD came from just outside the door. The rest of her body just as soft. Lazily their cheeks pushed against each other. One hand pushed up against his chin, then all the way up the face. Like last night¡¯s meal the smell of toast graced his nostrils. Deviously he kissed her just as she as closed her mouth from a yawn. A bit awkward as planned, Melaine gave a quick gasp of air. Not startled by the act itself, she pushed into him, and they continued to kiss.


    ¡°Morning to my lone ranger. Must have had a good night out on the prairie.¡± Melaine said soothingly. With a long sigh and stretch, her hands reached and brought them down on the sides of his head.


    ¡°Sure did. Felt alive and free. No tricks, just a long, serene trot. Felt like I was close to the ground, on all fours.¡± With surprise he met her glance. Confused, as she tugged on his ears. Softly he took her hands and lowered them to his cheeks. Melaine sat up on him. Leaning forward with amazement she poked his cheeks. Then went right back to his ears. They did feel strange but so did everything else. Must be getting senses back after knocked out.


    She stopped and examined his face carefully with lips pursed up in interest.


    ¡°Maxwell, did you ask for any reconstruction? Your ears are so¡­straight and fluffy. Like a dog!¡±


    He chuckled and went to feel them. This clearly wasn¡¯t a dream. No way did he apply for reconstruction. Would have been considered a Graylander if so. Soon as his fingers touched them, he froze. The ears gave a slight wiggle as his finger left.


    ¡°See! Also, there is a rather large marking on your forehead.¡± She said. Mouth wide open and hands on either of his shoulders.


    He pinched her side and gave her a quick smack on the butt, as he moved to get up. The blankets and sheets slid off. Melaine took Maxwells hands as he stood. Immediately they fell to her sides. He gave her a quizzical look, as she stood frozen. Wide eyed she pointed to the mirror, while scanning him up and down. Everything felt normal for the most part. No hospital gown was on which was a little strange. Thinner was his stomach, strangely the toes had taken a different look. Elongated and clawed. Before he even got close to the mirror his pace slowed to a crawl. Cautiously he went in for a look. Poking at his face and body. The ribcage nearly exposed all his upper body may as well have shown the insides.


    More jackal than human now. Maxwell was speechless. Pointed ears, a morphing face into a long snout, clawed hands and feet. On his forehead that couldn¡¯t be missed, the large marking that Melaine spoke of slowly turned. More like symbols than anything else, they moved. Slowly like a clock the inner and outermost symbols turned. Then locked into place. Claws caused cracks to ripple through the ground as he took steps. Nervously he turned to Melaine who was rocked with shock. Carefully he picked up the sheet and attempted to wrap it around his waist. Instead, holes tore through the fabric. Melaine came over and smacked his hands then helped wrap it around.


    ¡°Uhm honey. What is going on?¡± She said.


    ¡°No. Clue.¡± Maxwell replied. Voice sounding more like a whine.


    Trying hard not to laugh, Melaine punched him in the side and ironically or uncomically, howled with laughter.


    ¡°We need to find a nurse, doctor anyone right away!¡± Maxwell said. More panicked than ever. Melaine couldn¡¯t hold back the laughter. Clawed fingers tried to open the door handle. No luck there. Followed by furious jabbing at an emergency button on the door. While laughing from his wife continued, his ears perked up. The door opened and a body fell through. With only a brief look it was frozen with shock. Black blood pooled out of their mouth and eye sockets. Soon as the head hit the ground. It shattered into hundreds, if not thousands of black dust like particles that lingered in the air.


    Maxwell hurried and took Melaine. Hiding her gaze from the corpse.


    ¡°What happened!¡± She yelled into his chest. Then began to cough.


    He did not answer right away as he moved to investigate the hall. All that awaited was silence. The bright fluorescent lights of the hospital shone bright. Black stains covered the walls. The halls thick with black haze. The last symbols on his head slammed into place and he doubled over in pain. Thick empty hallow eye sockets burrowed into him.


    ¡°They come. I.. cannot be..there physically¡­¡± The wolf he had seen outside the station and in dreams spoke.


    ¡°This¡­.is all I¡­can do. Wield me well. This power belongs to you. Don¡¯t forget¡­mongrel pup. We. Are. Always. Watching¡­¡±


    Through the hallway a worker dressed in scrubs burst through the door.


    ¡°Help! The hospital! Hell, all Clausum Mare is---¡±


    Melaine was dropped to the floor and Maxwell lunged at the voices location. Sharp fangs pierced through the skin with ease. Violently teeth shook the body, that struggled briefly before going limp. With a strong hand he grasped the head while pulling with his fangs. Black blood seeped out of the wounds. Clawed fingers dug into the skull like dirt. No longer a yelp, a loud roar filled the hall. Maxwell tore the head from the shoulders. Entrails of the neck spilled out as the body hit the floor. With a fury she had never seen, Melaine watched as Maxwell rose back his arm. Snarling and roaring he punched the head into the wall. Adding another black stain to the hospital walls.


    Out of the corpse maggots and wormlike creatures the length of the human arm wiggled to Melaine. Screeches filled her ears. Maxwell¡¯s clawed form dug into them as he jumped in front of her. Scraps of their bodies flung against the wall as he punched, ripped and bit into them.


    After the carnage was over, he slowly turned to her. Eyes blazed a bright gold. The bed head was even stronger now on her. Briskly a finger moved some of the hair away from her face.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡± Maxwell asked as he embraced her.


    ¡°I¡¯m good, I¡¯m good. Not worried at all. Insanely worried! Maxwell what is going on?¡±


    ¡°Nothing good my love.¡±

 Chapter 10: Through our Remains

    Chapter 10: Through our Remains


    Ashes filled the air. Maxwell and Maeline treaded carefully. Each step spewed more dust. Drawn to both, dust of the once living fell silent on them. Death had not been a stranger to him as of late. Through all his investigations. Local crime scenes in Insmourn, the incidents in Grayland. Being sent from one country to the next at times by Planetary defensive leader Grengraw. This had hit different. Frantically with his eyes aglow golden, they dashed madly from large black blob of particle to the next.


    All he could sense was the death of every being here. Calm, happiness, rejoicing, pain and suffering all muted by chaos. The black particles a rain cloud of black death over each soul. Melaine held onto him tightly as he howled and repeatedly struck the white marble tile. Shards flung all about. Small fist sized craters grew with each fist strike. They grew larger with each blow.


    Choruses of voices pounded his skull. Indecipherable each voice rose over the other. Help was the only word that could be heard from each ghastly cry. His gold eyes began to dim. Each scream and plead for help weighed upon him. Punishment for not being able to save the ones in danger while on a case? The penalty for not solving a case gone cold? Pleads from the victims and lost souls murdered and lost to time? Suicides that blamed him for not being there in time?


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry! I cannot help you! There is no way to¡ª¡± Pain tore through his chest and he spun around. A hand grasped his shoulder. Melanie¡¯s hand rotted and fell to dust in front of him. She gagged on the ashes. Black sludge, like they had found in the fish barrels flowed down her throat. On the shore, in the creatures and on the waves themselves they had also spotted this.


    ¡°Maxwell come on! Stop its ok!¡± Melaine¡¯s words called out. His changed ears twitched and he looked straight ahead. The gold returned to his eyes. In front of him black sludge and a pile of ashes spilled out of outstretched hands. Melaine had been wrapped tight around him.


    ¡°I¡¯m here. Don¡¯t worry.¡± Trying to clean his hands of all this muck was a challenge. When they were clean enough, after wiping them off on a discarded shirt. With mostly clean, clawed hands he took Melaine¡¯s.


    ¡°Do me a favor real fast. Contact all the others and let them know something is going on in the hospital. Potential all of Mare Clasum.¡± Maxwell said.


    Melaine nodded and took out his holoframe. They had went back and snatched them before going deeper into the current mess. Coughing came from behind him. Followed by ragged breaths. Melaine was not doing so well. Glass shattered before him as he swiped at an inoperable sliding door. Outside could have either been described as either a Hellscape, or Purgatory. More cries followed by long bouts of silence. Smoke filled the air. Fires spewed out from buildings, cars and below the city streets. Some vomited profusely, others held their loved ones as they convulsed and died. From underneath a vehicle a person attempted to stand. Their bodies completely mutilated. Torn flesh from head to toe.


    ¡°I see them! Our saviors have come! Praise Grayland and the ones from beyond! They will deliver us from death and the endless darkness!¡± The man yelled. Followed shortly by a woman. In unison they dug into their eye sockets and yanked out their eyes. With shaky, bloodied hands they held them to the sky.


    ¡°Take our offerings. COME!¡± They screamed.


    Maxwell¡¯s eyes shone a brighter gold, as an energy above the two swirled down. Black as pitch, draped in red the strand snaked. The eyeballs were carefully plucked. Like two fingers had carefully plucked them out of a tray. Maxwell took a few steps back as a loud crash startled him. Much like the beetles that rushed them at the forge and in the cave, one large entered his sight. This one almost resembled the Water Strider in a way. With thick white mucous flowing out of its mandibles. Armored with a thick scorpion tail.


    Spices filled the air. One arm tossing up a meal slapped together for some out of towners. Chicken, peppers, beef, carrots, broth and a hint of ancient Clausum milk, simmered in the wok. Usually, he refused to have any help. This time he had a pair of tattooed hands to help him out. She smiled and was throwing a dessert together. A cake with three layers. With buttermilk, chocolate, pecans, coconut and the ancient milk, condensed. Metlock was rather proud of it. When he did have the cows to make some. Borrowed them unfortunately, had to send them back many years ago.


    Before the group had split after returning to Insmourn, Eralar was adamant about coming with Metlock. Worried about him using one arm to defend himself. She also had nowhere to go besides hunkering up in the annals. He had asked a few more questions. Ones he didn¡¯t have a chance to ask back on the boat. Mainly to do with fighting. How she survived each encounter, while learning to use her power, or ¡°gift¡± properly. Longingly he glanced at the stump of his arm. He didn¡¯t expect to chat or make a new friend, but Eralar had been rather talkative. A surprise to him in retrospect, had asked her to do some training. Mostly to shoot targets.


    Over the next few days. Hundreds of targets exploded. Blown to bits by bullet holes. Slashed and shredded by her magic. After hours of silent concentrated destruction, Metlock tossed on a straw hat. The wind picked up sending both of their hair flowing past them. He rolled his eyes.


    Those blasted ugly turkey legged fucks better not show up outside my door. He thought.


    Lockjaw thumped his shoulder. He motioned his head back to the home and they both returned for the day. His eyes fell to her hands. She held out two creatures. One being a creature with a long neck and stubby legs. The other a small marmot.


    ¡°I used to play this all the time with my friends as a child. While we were locked away before the rituals separated us, often permanently. Rarely was there time as I got older, while out in Duneweave on missions.¡± Eralar said.


    ¡°We simply choose our piece, and we race.¡±


    Metlock leaned in and picked one of the inky pieces up. They did not immediately collapse, and he gave her a curious glance.


    ¡°Sure. Game on. How do we play?¡±


    ¡°You just must focus your energies into it. Don¡¯t worry too much about all the details. The elder chancellors and star callers said we all carry a certain amount of energy.¡±


    ¡°Just needed the first bit. Let¡¯s give it a go, ready miss?¡± Metlock held the one with a long neck. Gave it a quick shake and set it down.


    ¡°We race to the door. The winner gets a boon next training match. Two-minute head start, and the loser must make the next animal out of shrapnel from the targets.¡±


    He gave her a nod. The two ink animal places took their places on the wood tile. Metlock his eyes, as Eralar counted down from five. At two he opened his eyes. Giving Eralar a quick nod with the straw hat. At zero both pieces took off. Eralar kept her hands on her head for the entire race. It was a tie the entire way. She couldn¡¯t believe it and squeaked with surprise. Metlock couldn¡¯t help but grin. Headfirst, both pieces struck the door at the same time. Accompanying the end of the race, a knock came from the door. Both stood and moved to answer the door.


    ¡°How did you do that? It was your first race!¡± Eralar whispered.


    ¡°Just practice and belief in myself.¡± Metlock replied nodding and pointing at the stumped shoulder.


    Wind gently rushed in sending a few leaf¡¯s inside. Tipping the straw hat up, he rose a brow at the two before him. Rather striking, was a woman with gray eyes and long black hair down her back. Dressed in all black. An anchor marked on the upper right arm of the jacket. The hood attached to it currently was rested down. The other one, he presumed to be a man, did have a hood on. With red eyes and a bandana over their face. Calmy steel hands crossed in front of him. Eralar was occupied picking up the two inked animals. Stunned that they tied.


    The woman spoke. Her voice calm and quiet, yet icy.


    ¡°Sorry if we are intruding. We have come quite a way and were pointed in this direction for some food and rest.¡±


    ¡°Glad my little spot is getting some attention. Now I can get you two some chow cooked up. Afraid that I¡¯m not a hotel. Mind waiting a bit? We just got back no longer than twenty minutes ago.¡± Metlock said. Looking over them carefully.


    ¡°That is okay. We do not mind waiting. Can think of a place to stay while we wait. Sure, one of those places back in town will take us in.¡±


    ¡°Well now. Don¡¯t be shy come on in and get comfortable.¡± Metlock turned and went behind his little counter, gesturing to the black board and menu. Eralar shyly smiled at the two. Both gave her a kind bow and went to be seated.


    The gray eyed woman told Metlock want she had wanted. Her robotic companion politely declined and laughed.


    ¡°I¡¯m very sorry. My input does not allow me to consume ¡°human¡± food if you will. I doubt you have a generator or tether that can supply my energy demands. Thank you kindly for the offer.¡± They said.


    Metlock shouted at Eralar to join her in the back. Once they left the two strangers examined the room. The picture on the wall drew their attention.


    ¡°Targets acquired. Avaron was correct, all sparks confirmed. Woman that is here unknown variable.¡± The metal construct spoke, red eyes focused intently on the picture.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    ¡°Good to hear Yizmola. Stay the course. For now, we leave these two in peace.¡± She sat down and crossed one leg over the other. With a long drawn out sigh her breath formed a small crystal on the counter. Prismatic colors danced in her eyes. Her companion folded their arms behind their back walked around the room, simply taking in the sight.


    After about an hour of preparation Eralar and Metlock came out with the food. The gray eyed woman stopped fiddling with the crystal in her hand. Shocked by the smell of the food, Metlock was sure he could hear her stomach growl from here. Her companion was busy observing mantles on the wall while humming a tune unknown to his ears.


    ¡°Wow this looks and smells great. Have not had a meal like this since I was in Ovoroth.¡± she said and began to dig in.


    Perched up on his toes Metlock couldn¡¯t help but react to the comment.


    ¡°Ah. Are you from Ovoroth then by chance?¡±


    ¡°I am. Have not been there any many years now. At least two decades now.¡±


    ¡°I see, if this isn¡¯t to pry full, may I ask how you landed here in Mare Clausum?¡±


    The plate before her was quickly vanishing as she ate quickly. Must have been starving. In a brief pause between mouthfuls, she said:


    ¡°Came from Grayland. Just here to get this bolt bag some old parts. Can¡¯t replicate what he needs up there for whatever reason. Been here once, a long time ago. The Forge has plenty of scrap, some likely in mint condition just sitting there.¡±


    ¡°Well best of luck to you. Take some caution though. Most folk around here don¡¯t like machines. Quite the history with us and Grayland.¡± Metlock said. With one hand he took her plate once she had finished up. Her eyes sparkled as she eyed the cake. Eralar reacted the same way and nodded enthusiastically.


    ¡°Thanks for the warning. We will do our business as fast as possible and be out of your hair.¡±


    Metlock nodded and took the plate back to clean. The girl¡¯s expression had been cold and stern most of the time they had been there. It cracked once her and Eralar¡¯s eyes met. Her eyes softened and she smiled. The cake was delectable. One of the best things that ever graced her taste buds. Eralar smiled and leaned over the counter, whispering the recipe to her. The two chatted for a while. Sitting next to them for a time the stranger¡¯s metal companion sat on a stool next to them. Observing and absorbing their information. Hours passed and the four of them chatted away. Time flew by, alcohol not even needed as they enjoyed each other¡¯s company. They even raced. Three of them tied. The robotic companion¡¯s piece did not move, and sad tunes played from within him. Night fell and time had come for them to part. Metlock and Eralar escorted them outside to their vehicle. Slick black steel with a navy-blue etched anchor of Ovoroth on its hood.


    Metlock and Eralar were both shocked, as the woman hugged them both. She held out a crystal for each one of them to have.


    ¡°Just a parting gift if we do not meet again. I¡¯m Cleia and this bolt head over his Yizmola.¡± She said. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Yizmola calmly placed his hands on her shoulders and opened the car door.


    ¡°Thank you as well. Tonight was great fun. Nice and calm after a while of nonsense.¡± Metlock said and laughed.


    ¡°The hospitality was most welcome. Thanks for taking good care of us. May we meet again.¡± Yizmola said and ducked into the car.


    Before the door shut, they waved and said their goodbyes. Metlock retired to sleep in his room inside the small shack. Eralar stayed awake, intently watching the three ink figures.


    ¡°It was nice to feel alive and normal. For once in a very long time.¡± Cleia said as Yizmola guided them back to town.


    Circuits spun out of control. Wires rearranged and made new connections deep within his core. He was silent for minutes before finally saying:


    ¡°I¡¯m glad. The three of you make great friends. I do hope there is a chance you will meet them again. Under better circumstances.¡±


    Tongues lashed out high above them as they traveled down a dark road back to the light of town.


    Later the next day, Metlock and Eralar received a message from Tobias. They had a few leads on the crystals and were following up on them. The west gate at The Forge was the meeting spot. With no other information for the rest of the day, racing was on. They tied once more and went on to practice regardless. Huge smirks on both of their faces.


    Other than that, it was uneventful, and the day passed by at a blinding speed. So did the night once it came. Metlock rolled over on one side as wind rattled his home.


    Strong winds this early? Better not be what I think it is¡­¡± He thought. Rising to his feet he threw on a dark blue suit. One sleeve torn off perfectly over the stump. With Lockjaw in hand, he kicked open the front door. The wind tousled hair over his eyes. Luck was on his side it seemed. No bird freaks out for a morning stroll. Strange black specs hovered in the air. It almost looked like ash. The sky, however had been clear otherwise. Eralar had come rushing out. No longer in a yellow dress. Tattoos out of sight, a long red and black sleeve shirt covered them up. With a red jacket tucked over. Black pants keeping the rest of her warm.


    ¡°Finally dressed appropriately for the weather, huh?¡± Metlock said with a grin.


    ¡°Yes the breezes have been getting to me around here. Anyway, did you see the message from Maxwell? We need to go!¡±


    ¡°Whats the hu¡ª¡± Holoframe light weaved Maxwells message in front of him as he brought it out. The fish handled slammed against the shack as Metlock shoved the door shut. Locking it up fast, they rushed to the hospital.


    Bodies littered the ground and Mare Clausum felt like it had been struck by a bomb. People fell to their knees then to concrete, cold and stiff. Metlock watched in dismay, as once again Mare Clausum was being torn apart.


    Not again. This is worse than the last time. Not even the zealots caused this much damage.


    Their vehicle came to a sudden stop as rows of cars blocked their way to the hospital. Hoods torn off. Doors missing. Body parts stuck in windows, flung to the sides. Stuck in storm drains. Smoke rising from the hood, electricity short circuiting.


    ¡°What a disaster¡­¡± Eralar said slowly exiting the car. Metlock followed suit, Lockjaw cocked and loaded.


    Loud crushes and scrunching of metal filled their ears. About one hundred yards away, a creature smashed its way across the road. Impaling confused people on its hooked and spikey tail as it made passage.


    Quietly as possible Metlock crouched next to Eralar and smacked her shoulder. Who was fixated on it.


    ¡°I have no idea what that thing is, but we need to stop it somehow. Looks like it¡¯s taking a turn right to the hospital.¡±  Metlock whispered.


    ¡°We must try something. Maxwell is waiting for us.¡± She said and began to dash from car to car. Neither bothered to hide or be stealthy as its back was turned to them. The amount of noise it made while destroying things around it made their ears ring. The hospital door was in sight. Cracked and broken glass littered the street. They heard the end of a mad yell. Two people held their hands up high. The scorpion tail lashed down with fatal speed. Straight through the head of one of the main sources of the yells, silenced. The other picked up and devoured by its mandibles. The claw shoved the rest of the body in its salivating mouth. Metlock aimed down Lockjaw. Straining eyes through the debris and black substance in the air. He saw golden eyes peak out. Being unsure of what he was really seeing, Metlock moved closer, as did the creature. Sharp frontal legs dug into the hospital. Supports collapsed and the whole building titled to one side. Metlock got as close as possible then stopped. The golden eyed being had pulled themselves from out of the rubble of the car. With a body strung over its shoulders. Metlock was ready to fire but was struck dumb by the sight. Jackal like in appearance with a torn sheet across the waist. He had only met her a few times but there was no mistake, it was Melaine.


    Metlock clenched his mouth and waved them his way. One claw tore through the side of the buildings as the creature did a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. It had seemed to give up on the hospital in a hurry. Four dark bulging eyes darted to the runner. It¡¯s tail twitched up and moved at a freighting speed at them. Not fast enough to react, Metlock did his best to aim for the tail.


    Black ink like a long blade flew out of the ground and met the tail in midair. The blow sent a shockwave that made everything around them bounce and shake. The two clashed briefly, before the creature threw back its tail and jumped forward. Soaring through the air it landed just above Metlock.


    What luck to be stuck under this nasty piece of arse. Fuck me it reeks!


    Fluid leaked down from above its hide. Trickling down each leg as well. Golden light woke him from his mini stupor.


    ¡°What in the hell are you?¡± Metlock said, staring at a black snout. Melaine was out cold.


    ¡°It¡¯s me, Maxwell!¡± He said with a high-pitched wine. That really threw Metlock off.


    ¡°You have got to be shitting me. No way. You¡¯ve been rough but never that ugly. This a dream?¡±


    Two clawed pincers had lunged forward striking cars in front of them. Like ragdolls they flew to the side. Crashing into others and some began to catch fire.


    ¡°Not dreaming. That was Eralar¡¯s attack just now, wasn¡¯t it? No time to talk. We need to kill this thing.¡±


    Maxwell gently placed Melaine underneath some cover. Next thing Metlock saw was blood spewing out from the creature¡¯s leg as it cried out in pain. Maxwell had dashed over and was hacking away furiously with his claws. Gold light spewed from the edge of his clawed hands. He dug into its hide though it was rather thick. It staggered back as he forced his hand up and gripped its pulsing tendons. Two screams filled the air. Gold light shone through black and red blood. Maxwell yanked out a chunk of its legged flesh and roared with a battle cry.


    Metlock was dumbstruck. Maxwell had balls on him that¡¯s for sure. Never once since childhood had he seen him this unhinged. Secretion above fell over his armless sleeve. That snapped him back. Backward the creature went as it stabbed wildly in front of it still. Metlock slammed Lockjaw up and began firing rapidly into its carapace. This one was half the size of the strider. Couldn¡¯t have been taller than thirteen feet.


    Bullets pierced through its carapace. Blood filled the street around them. It tumbled on its back into the hospital. Solid symbols formed in the air. Just enough to hold the creatures piercing through Eralar. Inches away from her face reached out to place a hand on it. Ink weaved its way down her arms and out her fingertips. Sigils formed out from its skin, made in ink.


    ¡°Damned be the flesh.¡± She whispered. The sigils grew darker before exploding out from the creature. Chunks of its flesh rained down from above. Setting off car alarms and quieting others as they struck. With one leg bleeding profusely and the other that had just exploded, it reared back into the hospital, causing more damage with its tail slicing through. Then fell forward twitching like a dying bug. Its mandibles snapped at them, but it could no longer move. Maxwell and Eralar went over to check on Melaine. Her breath had slowed considerably. Being gentle as possible, his clawed handheld one side of her face. He put his head on hers and golden light seeped from his body into hers. With his eyes shut, Maxwell tightly held Melaine¡¯s hand.


    Golden light traveled into her lungs and slowly pushed up. She began to cough lightly as black bile came out the edges of her mouth. More forcefully light traveled in and squeezed up. Eralar instinctively put a hand on her chest and throat. Feeling the flow of both energies, she helped guide them out. With one last heave Melaine puked out the remaining bile. The light settled within her. Maxwell just held her tight. His snout and jackal like form began to revert. Four shots rang out. Followed by death cries. The crazed bulging eyed could no longer glare at them. Metlock knelt in front of them. He looked back at the creature, oozing blood from its eye sockets. Mandibles unmoving against the concrete.


    ¡°After something like this, I could really use a smoke or something to chew on ya hear?¡± Metlock said with a smile.


    He got the reaction he wanted from them. Melaine managed to chuckle after being cleared up.


    ¡°Fill me in on what¡¯s going on with those kitty claws, Maxwell. While we go meet up with Toby.¡±


    Maxwell smiled. His ears stayed the same. One eye turned to normal. The other stayed gold briefly before changing as well. Melaine held in Maxwell¡¯s arms, had gold flash through her system as well. One eye momentarily turning gold. Before returning soft hazel.


    Eralar sent one last sharp dagger of ink that pierced through the eye socket deeper into the beast¡¯s head. Blood squirted out the other side as the blade nearly cut through. The unnerving silence returned to the streets of Clausum Mare as the sounds of battle ended.

 Chapter 11: West Gate

    Chapter 11: West Gate


    The West Gate loomed above them. Shadowing out the town below. Made all out of black iron scrap and harsh gray parts. Built upon repeatedly by reused parts. Some would say the dead would try to escape to the other side. In rare cases some would try to breach through. Most ultimately failed, their remnants smashed together. Folk tale that had long passed over the centuries.  The Forge had stood for an unknown amount of time. It was never questioned. Just used and expanded upon. It was a necessity for those in Insmourn. Useful to all the world as well. Being one of the only operating mega city scrap heaps left. The black particles that lingered in the air grew a little thicker here.


    The Forgemaster stood alone in front of it. His eyes traced up it. Ashes fell from the end of a huge cigar in his mouth. Hands tight to his sides, fingers thread through belt loops. The cigar bobbled in his mouth as he mumbled aloud.


    ¡°Gods be damned. Throw us some luck would if you would be so kind.¡± Tobias heard him say as the three of them gazed up at the gate. On que Onyx ran into an abandoned building before the great gate. Cans rolled noisily as he dug through piles of junk. Barking with satisfaction he returned with nothing. Dust kicked up and the Forgemaster took a moment to spit and approached the vehicle. It stopped several feet away from him and Tobias approached him. He recognized the car.


    ¡°Metlock, hey¡ª¡± He leaned against his vehicle Lockjaw in hand. Covered in black guts they leaked down the side. Maxwell and Eralar stood in the same shape. He shook his head and pointed to the back seat. Melaine lay on her back. She gave a courtesy wave.


    ¡°Friends of yours? Great. Follow me inside at least. Better than waiting here underneath the shadow this gate cast. Gives me the creeps.¡± With a deep breath he took a huge hit of the cigar. The Forgemaster spoke as he walked to the right sight before the gate. Smoke trailed out from his cigar like a train. Maxwell went to pick up Melaine. She gave him a playful swat away and stood wearily. Inside the buildings before the great gate were dimly lit. Generators churned offering their last bits of power. It was no different here than it was in most sections of the forge. Just a complete mess.


    Maxwell, struggling with his breath, filled them in about what had happened at the hospital. Metlock filled in the blanks when he needed a break. Melaine flicked her husbands¡¯ ears, which had returned to normal. Lydon went slack jawed and recounted their own tribulations.


    Eralar stood next to Tobias.


    ¡°Well, I don¡¯t think our plane ride to Ovoroth is going to happen anytime soon?¡± She had asked. Gently she rolled up her sleeves, tracing over her tattooed brands.


    ¡°It may, just not right now of course. Whatever the Forgemaster must show us, must connect in some way.¡± Tobias replied. Maxwell shapeshifting huh? Wonder how they are holding together. Right now, they seemed to be in good spirits. Best to not ruin that just yet. Tobias thought.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Eralar gently touched his neck. Expanses of dunes and water flowed against the backdrop of mountains and hills. The sand sculpted like waves. Tobias followed the symbols on her arm, then met her eyes and blushed. Her fingers lingered for a moment then with a sudden yank, she pulled something from his neck. It stung and his brow furrowed. In her hand were two long strands of bone.


    ¡°Really, how did you not notice these?¡± Jest coated her words as she grinned.


    ¡°Too much is happening at once. Hard to keep up with myself.¡±


    Tobias glanced at the Forgemaster. Quickly and direct he laid out their options. After the Strider came upon the shore and did damage, CGA was still spread thin. Massive amounts of repairs needed to be done. It would take a few years for things to be functional again. Tobias winced. He had already lost track of time. All that happened no less than two weeks ago. Between the monsters coming ashore and all these new developments, Insmourn was in serious trouble. Forgemaster spoke on citing well known disasters that happened in the past. Chemical leaks, sickness outbreaks, huge chunks of old structure falling from above. The list went on and on. He recommended they continue their little tour.


    What could they have possibly done? Go out and breath in whatever was killing their people, and join them moments later? Invent and cure whatever was going on? Militarize the remaining folk and fight invisible battles? There was hardly much time to choose. In fact, there was none. The damage had been done. Countless things beyond their control sprung to life as they spoke. The Forgemaster crossed his arms. Believing the Planetary Defense and world leaders could take care of this. By the sounds of, whatever was being kept below, could very well have an answer that could help more than Insmourn.


    Eralar moved closer to Tobias with her head in a bow. Onyx came and sat next to her. She reached out and gracefully stroked his head. He responded with a satisfied sigh.


    ¡°I know what it¡¯s like to see your home destroyed. To leave and abandon it to the unknown is cruel. We must move forward. You remain along with your friends. There is still a lot rooted here.¡± She said. In a soft, quiet and velvety voice.


    Tobias gave a half smile and nodded. It¡¯s true there was not much the small group could do. Unsheathing the sword, he uttered a few words to it.


    "Ver vas, Kredna Hermekk.¡± Were the words he spoke before ascending trails in the Desolation Mountains.


    Tobias looked down a long corridor. Lights flickered on and off every few moments. Shadows wove in and out as light and dark mingled. He could taste the rust of ages past. This wasn¡¯t even the start of it. Beyond wherever this lead, belonged to the oldest sections of the forge. Knowledge of how these were built long lost. Still, they stood. Monuments to time. Inspiration for the future? To build upon each foundation to make it stronger. Something that will last. Or reminders that everything will fade. Becoming obscure footnotes by others. Hidden by walls, dirt and sand. Sunken ruins, built over by nature. Lost in the earth itself. Decaying out of sight.


    The Forgemaster sealed the door behind them. He struck a large iron key against his chest. Sweat formed on his fingers as he held it tight. Unanimously they agreed to move forward. Ancient gears spun eagerly. Not being used for some time, the rust did not stop them.


    Before them stretched a sea of scrap. Mountains of gears and derelict buildings. Giant chains lay waste over buildings. Others on the brink of detaching. Machines gathered from every age. Cluttered together coated in layers upon layers of dirt. Hopeful they entered. The West Gate offered little light or solace to those under its shadow.

 Chapter 12: West Gate part 2: Melancholy

    Chapter 12: West Gate part 2: Melancholy


    Giant chains slowly rattled against the surface of an ancient tower. Vibrations all throughout the forge shook them loose. Weightless, they plowed effortlessly through decades of worn-down structures. Telling where they had come apart was hard to tell. The sounds like a localized storm right over their heads. Tall archways fanned, guiding the way deeper through the West Gate. Tobias stayed back to take in sight of the gate and the surroundings. The way it was set up seemed deliberate. Roads, paths and trails planned long ago had already been built. With the wall built here¡­


    Damn it. Overthinking this. Doesn¡¯t matter much right now. Tobias thought. Fallen to a knee he gently junk. The entry way was cleaner of clutter than the rest. He called over to Grant who had been largely quiet, stewing most of the morning. Welding him at this side he knelt next to Tobias.


    ¡°What¡¯s going on partner? Find something juicy in this beautiful trove?¡± Grant asked.


    Delicately drawn symbols and faded lines graced the little light of day. Tobias brushed the dirt aside and studied it for a moment. Nothing familiar he had seen before. With a long pause he sighed and raised his brows at the gate with a glare.


    ¡°Being on the other side is a trip. Recall as kids we were always afraid of its sight. Not like we could get closer. Had those massive barriers, since removed.¡±


    ¡°Oh, I remember. Why I usually stayed back. Can¡¯t be going around showing my chicken feathers now can I.¡±


    With a light chuckle Tobias kept his eyes on the gate.


    ¡°Think any of the tales are true? This place really gives off that aura.¡±


    ¡°Are you kidding me? Course the bloody bastards are real. With our very own eyes we have seen some real messed up pieces of work. Plus¡­¡± Grant said trailing off. Focused on the gate as well, Tobias noticed him shaking when the silence went on too long.


    ¡°Forgemaster order you to keep your lips sealed or something?¡±


    ¡°Wish that was the case, but no that ain¡¯t it. Those nightmares have got me shook. The West Gate was in one. Everyone currently here, including Kain, Mathias and Helix were butchered. All of our bodies spread out all over the gate. Our guts hanging out and all. Onyx, you, me¡­¡± An assuring pat on his shoulder stopped him from continuing.


    ¡°I get it. No need to replay it all.¡± Tobias said.


    ¡°Wish Solace were here, you know? We could all get a rise and laugh at him. All in good faith. He would understand, least I hope.¡± Wrinkles formed under his eyes and Grant drove a beaten glove over his forehead.


    ¡°He would be pissed off. Probably cut us off for a bit. Then come back all smiles and join in.¡± Tobias demeaner drained. The hilt shook violently as he grabbed it. Grael¡¯s words filled his mind laced with urgency, but he zoned out. Revenge and rage on his agenda. Smoke rose from his eyes and nose, an inferno erupting to the surface. Tightly a seal blocked them. Decompressing for another time.


    ¡°We will take care of Xeanoss and Avaron. First though, if any trace of that Archveil creature is down there, I¡¯m going to lose it.¡±


    ¡°Amen brother. Whoever ok¡¯ed it, will taste the bottom of our boots¡± Grant said.


    Higher up on the oppressive gate, limbs began to stir. Circuits and switches coming to life.


    Archways now falling out of sight behind half destroyed villas and plazas, murmurs filled the group. Communication was down. No signal, not even to the I.C.H.N. This latest attack must have severely damaged the networks. The Forgemaster said they would find out rather quickly. Soon the Hallowment would greet their footsteps. If operations were still going, that would at least give them a glimmer of hope. Maxwell held tight to Melaine. Under her own power she appeared to be in better condition.


    ¡°Hey Max. We need to chat.¡± Melaine said. Slightly sarcastic in tone.


    ¡°No kidding. Want me to take you back to the old station? If its safe, I could attempt to contact Grengraw and the Planetary. Get you sent towards your parents.¡± Maxwell said. Fatigue ate away. Lots of energy was used after the lovely time off. Finally able to rest some.


    ¡°So, you can go on a suicide jot? I don¡¯t think so. Feyanna could still be alive too? No sir, I think. We brought her in as our own family. Wayward younger sister.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s just that there so many dangers. Coming out of the woodwork that we may not see coming.¡±


    She nudged him in the ribs. Feet tangled as they both stumbled forward. Both getting a laugh out of it.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been with you knowing your job would be dangerous. Those lonely and frightful times, knowing you could be dead. Out here at least I know what¡¯s going on. We could go together that way as well. If things get uglier than they already are.¡±


    Maxwell did not reply. His head sunk and he replayed the scene at the hospital in his mind. This time it had just been her in the middle of the room. Reaching out for anything. Alone she choked on the miasma. Curled up, disease taking her. Lastly and most painful of all, a gun to her head surrounded by beasts. Alone surrounded by ash. He cut the reel short. Reality was bleak in front of him. Expanses of things that could have been. Things that had been. This place was not proper for reminiscing. Mouth muscles tightened, then laxed into the sincerest smile he could muster. Maxwell finally nodded in acknowledgement. Bringing her in closer as if the next step would be their last.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    Eralar sighed as everyone was in deep talks with one another. All the damage was a lot to take in. Duneweave was the first thing she correlated to. Ruins stretching on to the horizon. The tides rolling in to conceal the dead. She hustled up to the Forgemaster waving away the trail of cigar smoke. This time at least she wasn¡¯t alone in the sand. Under the bodies of her friends, fellow ritual picks. With monsters scavenging the remains. Taking point Metlock marched ahead of the group. Gruffly he cursed the surroundings. Shadows played tricks on his mind, cast from the West Gate. Not even the slightest hint of a breeze flew by. Relieved at this, he zoned out looking to the northeast. Abandoned ships and shuttles had crashed into beam. Groves and layers for skyscraper like buildings sat unfinished. Hundreds of feet up some held firm, others loose enough to fall any second.


    Blown out buildings revealed many human-like bodies. Some had been ¡°asceneded¡±. Ironic now they were grounded permanently. Cold soulless bug eyes watched vigilantly nearby. An Idol one. Something that had not been brought up in a minute. They had been mostly absent against the awakening of Archveil beast. With the rise of all the other creatures, why did they still slumber?


    Onyx, bewildered by Lydon zig zagged in front of him. Silver flame charred the already beaten equipment. Fires scattered around the area like brushfire. Only ever staying lit for more than ten seconds at a time. In the reflection of broken and scattered mirrors. Onyx quietly approached. Tongue out in excitement, helped extinguish some fires. Something in the light caught his eye. The silver abruptly turned into an ice sheet. Puzzled with head to the side, he poked at the ice. From below vapor seeped through, orbiting him. Covering him like a blanket he sat in a small circle of silver flames. Four silhouettes from the ice emerged as the vapor cleared. Pure black, white, gray and a mix of three. Encircling him under the ice, paws and claws danced. Trying to look at each one.


    ¡°Onyx boy come on. Your old man will have me on a stake if anything happens.¡± Lydon said. Flame no longer flung haphazardly from his fingers.


    Snow fell on his nose. Decorating his black coat. Dwarfing him tall bridges of ice surrounded him. Some bridges to the sky. Whiteout conditions flew by at blinding speed. Onyx whimpered and endured the flurry. White above and below, all directions he carefully tread. His visitors came out of the howling winds with speed. Each rushed through him in a different direction. He spun trying to trace them until he fell. With a whimper it was hard to stay awake. Heavy panting slowed; slumber awaited. Flame melted all the ice in sight. Two gentle hands on his face, the sun radiant far in the distance.


    Tobias knelt holding Onyx¡¯s face up. Eyes wide feeling his face and pulse. Softly he began reciting older lines from the Thara. Mostly compiled as songs. Tunes he had sung to since birth. Licking his face, Tobias asked if he was alright. Apparently so as he got a puzzled look in return. Before he could pick the pipe, he snatched it and made a mad dash to The Forgemaster, of all people. Vigor reignited him after the stumble. With one resounding bark, he waited for him to catch up.


    ¡°May want to put that down for a bit.¡± Tobias said with a smile, their destination had come.


    The Forgemaster took a deep breath. Steadily a red light came off and on. Steps of stone, marble, wood and granite carved the way into a giant. Thirty feet high, giant circles came together to form a giant door. In the middle of this waste, it was a true oddity.  The red light atop it like a buoy. Not as if it was needed, easy enough to see as is. Attached just behind it was a large clock tower. The remains of one. Looked to have been bombed or hit by heavy artillery. Miraculously the bell remained. Tilted to the side, blown apart and dented. A quarter of the bell detached, lay filled with holes enough to have several vehicles fly through at once.


    Eralar moved to the gate, mouth agape. She traced a finger along smooth, delicately cut stone that formed into waves. She had seen another like back home in Duneweave. However, it resided in a cavern in the dunes. Replicated, or made by the same hands, was impossible to tell. Four figures with mask on stood side by side. Etched deep into the wood, they stood guard at the highest circle. On the left most ring stood man and beast. The right, just a single beast.


    Chains rattled off in the distance. The ground shook dust and debris kicked up in a straight line. Through the lens of a rifle scope, someone had eyes on them.


    ¡°Great looking door you have here. Want some security installed? I work for BALLISTIC.¡± Lydon said. Approaching the door, he looked up hands in his pockets.


    ¡°Appreciate the offer. Could use some back at the boat. Here? Naw. This place is off limits save for me and handpicked scientists from the Planetary defense.¡± Said the Forgemaster.  With a quick strike of his foot the remains of a cigar were put out. Lydon couldn¡¯t get another word in. Tobacco lazily floated to him, another cigar was lit.


    ¡°I want to be in and out as quick as possible. We have got loads to deal with and I hate this place.¡± Iron struck against iron as he tapped the giant key. The area before them grew red as the light steadied.


    ¡°Come now don¡¯t be shy. Get close. Doesn¡¯t stay open long.¡±


    Gathered next to him, the doors creaked open. Several shot right underground. One rolled to the side and another straight up. The way was now open. The stairs awaited them before the broken bell.


    Tobias and Lydon slowed their pace. While the others began the decent.


    ¡°Another door. Gateway to who the hell knows, ready for this?¡± Tobias said.


    ¡°No. Worried about friends and family. The family isn¡¯t here right now yet having our coms and the I.C.H.N down gives me a knot.¡± Lydon replied looking at the bell sullenly.


    ¡°I hear you. Have not heard from Helix in some time either. Man has he missed a lot.¡±


    ¡°Boozing it up I bet. Sure, he is getting plenty of work on that boat right now.¡±


    Suddenly with a jolt, the hilt flung itself to the ground. Grael emerged. Black and white flames burning bright along his scales.


    ¡°Everything ok, Grael?¡± Tobias asked.  He reached out to touch the dragon¡¯s head. Some of the flame being absorbed.


    ¡°With the state things are in, ok as I can be. I¡¯m going to stay out. My warning clearly did not reach you. Something is here from that place, the Grievous wound as your friend called it. The whole area reeks of it.¡± Grael said. Accepting the touch to his scales.


    ¡°I know I asked before, but got any tips how to fight these things? Will take anything we run into them.¡± Tobias said.


    Grael stood on his hind legs. Reaching back his body swayed. With a furious burst forward, he shot a torrent of black and white flames to the ceiling. Mouth slightly open, flames flowing out.


    ¡°I¡¯ve never been in a form like the ones you inhibit. Have always been a dragon. So, I cannot help you using the sword. How does some fire breathing sound? That should be doable. Both of you vessel my power.¡± Grael said.


    ¡°Absolutely! You kidding me gramps? Look, this is all I can do right now! Don¡¯t even know how I did it in the first place.¡± Lydon said. Snapping his fingers once more, small bouts of flame sputtered.


    Grael responded with a hoarse laugh. The flames tickled his throat.


    ¡°Of course. Before that, lets go so we don¡¯t get locked out like fools, yes?¡± Tobias said. That startled the other two. Mechanical clicking like a stopwatch and shouts to hurry from down the stairs came. Faint sounds of a single bell toll reverberated. The passage closing behind them.

 Chapter 13: Gessucht und Wahnkrankheit

    Chapter 13: Gessucht und Wahnkrankheit


    The ebbs of the sea no longer retreated. Cliffsides wore coats of black. Froth spilled and found its way through ancient cracks. Slow as it was, this consumed all it touched. Giant slabs of earth hardened by the ages, fell. Bile and miasma spewed into the air. Oddly strong as these bubbles were, under pressure they exploded. Underneath the sickly waves, all life near could not escape. Contributing to each strike of the blight. Stuck and seeped inside a thick tar and oil-like substance. Bones scattered on every shore, beached on new sands and some found their way into streams and rivers.


    Through the forge, some of the foam found its way through. Not as deep, or as far. It¡¯s presence miniscule at best. The group began their descent into depths just inside West Gate. Several large, stained white glass pillars rose to hold parts of the ceiling above. They must have stretched several hundred feet down. For Tobias could not see an end to them from up here. Built like a labyrinth, smooth roads of marble bowed to the below. Old coal mining carts and gear lay scattered on desolate tracks. Rust growing a deeper brown on each stretch of rail. Tunnels carved to the sides long abandoned. The lanterns above offering dirt and dust for light. Cranes long since used by human hands, or mechanical careened down. Hooks from trolleys jammed firmly into the walls. White crystals offered small sources of light. Exposed out the rotten remains of the dead. Bone fingers latched to broken leavers inside the cab.


    Grael began to speak to both Lydon and Tobias as they followed the Forgemaster to where the remains of the Archveil creature were held. Colors grew brighter from under Lydon¡¯s shirt. Enamoured with Graels explanation, Lydon tricked to mimic Graels actions the best he could. Taking deep breaths in. Stocking the fire that lay dormant deep within his core. Smoke and embers of silver exhaled from his lungs. Proud with his results, he gave Tobias a thumbs up. His yellow eyes replaced with silver. Spikey blonde hair was lengthened. The color matched his eyes. Scales mixed their way with toughs of hair past his shoulders. Tobias socked him in the chest. Surprised with the impact and sound, he motioned to the glow from Lydon. Without a second thought, Lydon tossed him the box. Immediately going back to practicing his breath.


    Refractions of light bounced their way up from the deep. The white crystal illuminated brighter in Tobias¡¯s hands as he took it out. Much like his first experience with them, his mind and body went to another place. Though this time it was where they currently were, the Hollowment. The surrounding area was a lot blurrier and fuzzier. His sight reduced to black and white textures of light. Explosions rattled his ears. Dirt and crystals being blown apart. The pathway down into the Hollowents depths. Untold amounts of time passed. Specters from ages passed walked through him. Each offering some passing words to the stale air.


    ¡°I hope we do find some riches below.¡±


    ¡°These crystals give me the creeps you know. Giant, their reflections feels like they are gashing my mind.¡±


    ¡°Must be the air pressure. You will get used to after a time.¡±


    ¡°Cant believe you can stand it in this rank, dark hell hole.¡±


    ¡°It really isn¡¯t that bad. The crystals will offer comfort. Just keep trying.¡±


    The voices trailed off as they faded. Tobias watched the cranes be set up. Like being set up on fast forward, they were constructed. Wincing, Tobias heard the loudest, deepest cracks of bone. The specters seemed to be more filled in. Painted in a white shade, their bodies dismembered. With each part that hit the ground, tendrils of black light took them underneath. Air rushed out of his lungs. Something large burst through at frightening speed. Waves of white shimmered. Lazily lapsing on stone. He had been sent to another place. The walls formed like a frame. Ocean ahead, caves above. Black scales slithered in out of tunnels. How far it stretched and what lay beyond, was unknown. Small buildings cropped their way into the scene. More like shacks. Overtime, much like the cranes, metal tubing, wires and scrap constructed the surrounding area.


    Shadowy in appearance, someone began speaking directly to him.


    ¡°Can¡¯t believe it. These shipments from Ovoroth are helping us topside. Not sure why the boss wants us to stay quiet on these creatures.¡± The figure said. Tobias crouched his head just a bit and slowly opened his mouth. Eyebrows and mouth racing off to one side.


    ¡°I mean that Devourer thing people keep talking about isn¡¯t that scary. Just some kind of giant ass snake. Doesn¡¯t let us build or come near. Not attacking us though. Fills up space more than anything. Seen its reptile eye. Not going to lie, that part freaked me out. Other than that, it¡¯s relaxing up there.


    Tobias mumbled a few words to himself, as the shadow waved in and out of sight. The tunnels offered no glimpse of what lay beyond. Only black scales. Blurry lines replacing flesh, was shaded by a hood. Another figure appeared. This time reaching forward with a hand. It passed through him just like everything else in this place. Void of feeling the hand reached back out. Thick black streaks formed back into fingers and motioned him down a cave to the east. Silently he followed. Each step was dizzying. Below his feet, the ground spun in white and black circles. As if it were all one giant swirl. White crystals came and left quickly as they came. Others shimmered in the back. Light tempting different paths. For about twenty minutes they silently marched. The foundations of the Hollowments expanded to the side. In burst tunnels were formed. Along with rails, carts, supplies and lights above to guide the way. Bridges and ladders leading the way into the dark. Never did the track trek upwards too high.


    They came to a stop in a smaller cave system. Crosses marked the ground. Crystals as well. They had delicate etches of black in them. Hieroglyphs like whales and crabs flew high with human depictions on their back. Breaching one sea for another. Giant archways above them.


    ¡°I apologize. These souls were innocent. The crystals are much more harmful than we thought it seems. Though it is case by case. Dose not help us random clusters bursting through miles of the Hollowment, blind siding the workers. Ovorthian ones seemed to be doing fine until recently.¡± The cloaked figure spoke. They bent to a knee and picked up a loose crystal. Holding it above their head they looked it over carefully.


    In that reflection of light, Tobias was back near the cranes. Still within the crystals grasp. Screams filled the empty space as people tried to run. Their distorted black and white bodies dragged under the swirling abyss. Cranes tilted and loudly snapped. Bolts flying loose. The foundations they were built on split open. Wailing hands and shouts pointed to go up. Some knelt in pain grasping their chest. What would be skin, split open. Crystals exploding from their body. Like staring into the eyes of a basilisk, they froze. Crane operators fared the same, maybe a tad worse. One pointed right at him. Trembling with desperation, the hand was quickly gone in a flash of white. The other hand on the consoles covered in crystal. Out of his mouth crystals exploded, leaving just the husk of their head. Workers suffered all the way down. Tobias looked down, crystal crawling up. In that instance after freezing, the light grew dimmer. Brightness had returned to normal. His friends farther ahead. Lucky enough to still have their head, a worker¡¯s hand lay slumped over the side. As if pointing directly at him, he shook his head from the daze. Enough to illuminate just the hand, the crystals light waned. Tobias eyes fell on it. Tired and filled with pity he examined it. How they worked was a mystery to him.


    Perhaps Archveil mechanisms inside? No, that doesn¡¯t make much sense. Perhaps Grayland infused it power? Some type of magic? He trailed off. Quick jets of silver fire caught his eye.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Smoke and fire tickled tired and weakened lungs. Silver like magma, drooled off Lydon¡¯s lips. Graels whiskers flew up, circling his face. With a nod of approval, another blast of flame was shot. Tobias withdrew his sword, tracing his fingers along the blade. Green light followed the pale finger like moths to flame. Blade pointed backwards; it was flipped in the air. With anger for all the fallen souls down here, Tobias lashed out. Caught with the underside of his right hand, he swung as hard as possible. Just like the eel fight, a green arc tore through the ancient earth. A new scar was created. The width of two average sized people. With their hands spread out. Tobias eyes were fully green, with slit draconian eyes. The arc of energy continued to tear for what seemed like a minute. Before the green wave slowly lost steam and power. His normal color returned as the Hollowment grew dark.


    Wish the length was a little wider. Would be able to maybe slice one of those giant assholes down. Tobias thought.


    In a light whisper, he brought the blade against his face.


    ¡°I think its time you had a proper name. Radiant Gwyrdd.¡± Bits of green glowed from the comets.


    Lydon¡¯s hair had gone silver. Folding his arms he tapped his feet on the ground. His eyes rolling as he waited for Tobias to catch up.


    Tobias nodded with a grin. Lydon responded with a frown and put a finger up. Grael gave the two some more knowledge. The others looked back to them in wonder. Slabs of earth gave way to concrete. Scattered papers, broken vials, chambers and tubes, burn marks on just about everything. Holes in the wall in the wall deteriorate from time. Moss had grown along the sides. Bones piled in corners. Moss covered them as well. Occasionally small swarms of beetles flowed in and out of empty sockets. Tobias and Maxwell both searched over what remained of the charred papers. Several had been schematics, mainly for the surface.


    The next layer yielded another lab in the same state. This one, however, garnered more attention. Intact were several schematics and plans for new machines. Mirroring more animals than anything else. Just like the Idol ones and Archveil beast. Sketches of them irked a few of them. Everything about them had an unsettling vibe. The style it was drawn in, or the colors, who could really say. Melaine came over to Maxwell and Tobias huddled over a specific drawing. This creature stood taller than the others. Compared to the others and small human figure, it had been at least fifty feet taller. Slim with a hammerhead shark like appearance for its head. Human teeth. Dorsal fins all the way down. Its long hands stretched down just past its knees. Curled into a fist were three fingers on each hand. Melaine stuttered as she held a blueprint to them.


    ¡°Only if Grayland and my supplies from the burning sea, I could have had these beauties!¡± Melaine said. More appeasing was a feline, with moth-like wings on its side. Two coming out from the back.¡±


    ¡°Like hell I would let more than a couple of those fly around the house at Mach speed.¡± Maxwell said.


    Melaine came over to Maxwell, pressing up against him. She pursed his lips at him and pointed to the feline with wings. His eye twitched in response.


    White light filled the room as everyone chatted away. Tobias eyes fell to the image of the shark. A knot of vomit welled up inside him. The head had turned and watched him. The image, static as ever. Bumping into the table, sending dust into the air, and scattering mementos of this place, he struggled to walk down a cave entrance. Blown into the side, leading into the abandoned laboratory. All continued their personal conversations as Tobias wandered into the depths. Onyx wined and turned his nose up. Seeing Tobias leave, he followed.


    The image of human teeth rattled his brain. White fluid erupted from his lungs onto the earthen walls. Bleed of all their moisture. Reinvigorated, the earth swelled as he stumbled forward. White light leading the way. The crystal tucked underneath him alight. In pain a cry escaped. The echoes of his voice reverberating off the recently satiated walls. On lands unknown to him, his feet tread over mire up to his knees. The dead looked at him. Pleading with the remains of their being, as it was siphoned into the sky. Trails of their essence formed a trail into the sky. Cries of the suffering filled his ears. An inescapable torment in this hellscape. Pools of blood and muck boiled. Fragments of flesh and bone dug into his flesh. Fragments of bone climbed over each other like fevered ants. With a vice grip, they locked all movement. From the depths of suffering, a long bone white neck, covered in lichen rose. The bone around him forcefully pushed his body into uncomfortable angles. His bones snapped, the hilt dangling from his belt.


    With eyes and teeth clinched, his pain fell into the cavernous echo of light. Tar-like substance sank into his mouth. The green and white neck had pushed under his, shooting his neck to stare straight up. Bones from below held him in place. Above him sitting in a towering gray throne, a being sat. Entrails from what would be its head, drank from the earth. Eyes bulged out from behind the sockets. Uncontrollably they fought to flee. Leaning over the throne, hundreds of feet above, its gaze filled his own. Bodies upon bodies were ground to dust. Flesh peeled from everyone. Their essence scattered into the winds and the darkness around him. War broke out in front of him. Suffering in every beings eyes, filled his stomach, which in return made him wretch. Blackened crystals loomed to the sides. Hundreds if not thousands. With their backs turned, many tried to flee. Above the battlefield, a radiating black sun kept watch. Blackened tendrils of plasma came hurdling down. Unfathomably fast, they tore through countless souls trying to flee.


    Laughter filled every fabric of life. The very fabric of life buckled under it. Rivers majestic, untouched by any influence, found themselves clogged. Like the rest of the earth, gagging under the black parasitic advance. Rivers once granting power, only spread death under its advance. Tobias felt his chest fall from his body. Clawing his chest, he tore at his skin trying to keep it in. Though his body was sealed, free of any injuries, panic took over. In this frenzy, he saw the hilt. Broke from his side, one of the dragon heads being fully submerged by the mire. His gaze followed its fall. Which lead him to another battlefield. War tore over the lands. Several gargantuan crystals towering over the landscape. At this height¡­ wait, height!? Tobias thought. Unable to move he found himself. Looking below, his hands moved against his will. Far above as he was, his eyes saw clearly. As if controlling them directly. Souls from either end clashed. Laughter filled the air in triumph. The crust of the earth rose and exploded in torrents of pitch-black lava. Drowning out all voices as the hellish laughter continued. The Menschenm¨¹hle of ages continued their battle. Their suffering never wavered and filled an uncontrollable urge.


    Tobias felt his head pound, then cave in violently. Pressure filled his dome relentlessly. Tendrils flailed from high above, some snaked around his legs. Barking filled his ears over the sounds of battle. The sound swelled and swelled, until in pain his eyes burst.


    Heat, or was it freezing? His body shook as a furry nose pushed against him. He spat out dirt, reaching forward to find his grasp. Tuffs of fur found him, and he smirked. He knew this feeling all too well. The inaudible became clearer, as Onyx barks filled his ears. Rising to his feet he clung to him and sighed.


    ¡°Thanks buddy. I don¡¯t know what to¡ª¡± His words came and vanished as clearly as they came.


    How far and long had he wondered? Deep underground in the Forges Hollowment, black gunk and tar fell from above. Caustic pools formed, eating at the earth. Hundreds of feet ahead of him, towering black scales lined the room. Like tunnels they bore through the earth. Held up by pillars and stalagmites. Long since shaped by the earth. Hundreds of gazes fell upon him as he regained consciousness. The miles of shredded snakeskin were the least concerning thing here. In a grotesque image, ingrained in the background of the Forge, flesh boiled and moved liked oil in water. Hung towards the back of the cave, matching the description of a twisted Vitruvian Man, a being gasped breath. The caverns filled with a similar Miasma they had run into before. Black pustules exploded and quickly reformed. Sinewy strands reforming them like an army of ants. Skin, long since withered from its eye sockets clung just below its skull. Like hardened tears, black gunk drained from its face to the ground. What could only be described as a black sea of shit separated the three of them.


    Tobias held onto Onyx¡¯s coat; his other free hand frantically fell for the hilt. The familiar feeling of it being held so close to him brought a smile to his face. Snarls rumbled through his fingers as he grasped his loyal companion. With a hint of sadness and anger, he looked at Onyx. His fur stood on end. Much longer than before. Static ran through Tobias¡¯ body, as he held on. Onyx was snarling. His head lowered, an icy breath escaping between his gnashed teeth. His coat no longer black, but mixed with gray and tints of red. One icy white and pitch-black eye burrowed into the sagged gray corpse. With long gray hair covering its eye lids, a mouth sealed for an unknown amount of time, formed into a smile. Torrents of black saliva gushed out from its mouth. Struggling, it attempted to move and reach them before stopping. A low chuckle filled the room. Before it rose and rose. Tobias felt like throwing up from its sick laugh, before he lurched forward, still holding onto Onyx. Projectile vomit flew into the pit. The tar absorbing every molecule of water.


    T¡­.o..bi¡­.a.sssssssssss, my¡­¡­ boy. The creature said, smiling from underneath its long black and tendril like locks of hair. Covered in scales.


    Tobias stayed knelt frozen next to Onyx.

 Chapter 14: Wayward Effigies

    Chapter 14:  Wayward Effigies


    Dormant stone and steel creaked to life. Rust buried in the dirt shifted as the West Gates grounds shook against the falling of distant chains. Movement between the fabrics of reality, buckled from pressure. Energy accumulated into beings locked in stasis. Light trickled down drought-stricken veins. Void of life and light. The shadows departed their idle forms. Limbs below crackled as they stretched from slumber. The black lake separating the three, converged into one.


    Tobias watched as the surrounding area deep within the Hallowment warped. The back of his shoe met a sharp slab of concrete. Blood flew out in an arc, as his skin met it. Though he felt no contact. Rubble littered the ground. Much like the Grievous Wound, the area darkened. Giant chains several times the size of him carved into the earth. Skin melted off as fingers rose in the dark. Gray matter bubbled against ancient bone.


    ¡°We have waited so long... Come to us now. There is MUCH YOU NEED TO SEE!¡± The voice distorted, weighed down on his ears. Like the blast of a long horn, its voice boomed shaking the cavern. Within the distortion anger and laughter resonated together. Fifteen feet of sludge and bone took two heavy steps to them. Four sickly gray arms sprouted from its side. Tobias stood shakily. The noise it made threatened to anchor his body to the ground like heavy weights. Some of his hair fell over his face. Between the black all he could see was a distorted face. The rest of its body very much there. Drawing Gwyrdd harsh green light escaped. Before the blade was fully drawn, Onyx let a howl. In an instant, Tobias watched as arches of lightning tore through the air. Onyx claws tore through the flesh. Sharp blades of ice replaced his claws.


    Suspended in air, both of Onyx¡¯s eyes went white. Saliva and his tongue lashed at the air. Gnashing his fangs together, he lowered his head. A white orb of energy amassing between his mouth. The gentle shade of white fell over Gwyrdd¡¯s light. The room illuminated as the white crystal hovered through the air. Tobias reached for unsuccessfully, fingers passing through it like mist. The crystal brought itself in between all three of them. The being looked at it and cackled.


    ¡°Oh, what a pity. So close. Remember, be careful of Grayland and the Empyerals---¡± Its voice silenced by the blinding white light. Even its cries, silenced in its glow. Silent as space itself. The crystal slowly fell to the ground casting shadows. Onyx¡¯s fur went back to its normal black state. The ball of energy in his shot and blasting against where the creature had been. Confused, he turned his head to the crystal, then to Tobias, who shrugged. Ice coated the remains of the target spot. Sharp icicles protruding in their direction. His paws clamped against the¡­ground? Before they met ice and they echoed a clink with each step. Onyx sniffed and wined at the ice. Putting a paw up he swiped at it and gave it a taste.


    Tobias sheathed Gwyrdd. The comets imbraided on it gleamed as the light of the ice hit it. Blood crusted on his leg as he turned to the hallway. Rushed footsteps coming their way. Tobias took strides to Onyx, oblivious to the cut that had numbed. Captivated by the sight, his brows furrowed, and he crossed his arms. Shredded skin lined the chasm they had found themselves in. Unlike the kind at the start of their descent, this one was sprouted crystals. Luminous in their glow, shaped in triangles and sharp octagons. The ice blast from Onyx hissed against the wall. Most of the skin, tar and gunk had all but vanished from the room. Tobias put a hand on the side of his head and sighed.


    What the hell just happened? My head is pounding. Of course, I remember Grayland and the Empyerals. Mom and Dad? Pahh! how absurd. That was nothing like them. Not at all. Tobias thought.


    Maxwell, Melaine and Eralar rushed in. All three of them stood mouth agape and took in the sight. Eralar hung back the other two and lowered her gaze. The crystals reflecting in her eyes, causing a surge of pain. Something welled up inside her. Symbols on her tattooed skin grew a darker black. She found herself standing alone. In the sacred ritual chamber. Where she had received the power. The black heart shadowed over her. Its veins moving slowly, pumping blood from one corner of the other. With her gaze on it, the strain in her mind came back. The tattoos moved on their own. Black noir ink flowed from her. Solid cylinders struck the ground from the chaotic flow. She picked one up. Ink filling the crevasse. Seemingly flowing in certain directions, as if it was built leading to one place. Ink spilled hands grasped at her throat, while frantically feeling her chest. The inky crystal turned a hazy gray. On her knees, fixated at the sky. Stars and shapes in the background. Creatures in indescribable words, racing to multiple Travelers Stairs over the world. Some, hitching a ride on and off world.


    Falling fast as a comet streaking across the sky, her vision blurred from the atmosphere, down to earth in mere seconds. Back inside the cave staring up at the crystals. Onyx sniffing her, the others around her concerned.


    Tobias waved a hand in front of her face.


    ¡°Alive in there? Your eyes are¡­much different.¡± Tobias said. Lightly pushing on her forehead with a finger.


    She blinked and scurried back panting. The world spun out of control. Like a planet losing its orbit, spiraling into the unknown. She fell to her stomach and threw up black in a painful gasp.


    Tobias rushed over and held her head up. Onyx whined as he got closer, Melaine and Maxwell attempted to do something to help. The violent burst of ink coursing through her stopped. Her chest stopped heaving, and the black sank from her throat.


    ¡°Good lord, Eralar. From you drawing symbols in the ground and violently convulsing. I wouldn¡¯t have been shocked if you turned into that Xeanoss asshole.¡± Tobias said with a smirk.


    Eralar smiled then looked to the side. She had the perfect chance to cut him down in the library. They helped her to her feet. Within the snakeskin, two vertical pupils watched. Its body slid over the ice from Onyx¡¯s shot. Melting it as it passed over. The crystal levitated slowly to the ground. Turning into a dimmer shade of gray, it crumbled to dust. Lightly as a feather it scattered into clumps.


    Eralar¡¯s hands sank through tables as she tried to steady herself. Maxwell and Melaine still on either side of her. Ink dripped from her fingers. A sizzling sound left behind as the tables fell apart. Fingers massaged the air as she tried to get some feeling back. Ink that had fallen, stretched into thin strands towards her. The others had left. Lingering no longer, the giant hole in the wall north of them awaited.


    Broken lanterns and wires perched above them. Scales and shredded skin joined them.


    ¡°So, tell me guys, how did you all meet and get in the giant mess?¡± Melaine asked.


    ¡°It¡¯s not very exciting babe. Work and research, leading to both of those being our main way of connecting.¡± Maxwell replied. His face began to wither and morph again to that of a jackal. His eyes returned to bloodshot red.


    ¡°Oh, come on! Leaving out all the details out on me, are you? Was it equally, or just as adventurous as the trip to Grayland with Fayanna?¡±


    Maxwell lightly let go out Eralar, and Melaine did the same. Tobias could tell by his downtrodden face; he was not in the mood to discuss. However, he began to tell Melaine that all that had happened. In a way, this passage and tunnel reminded him of their escape back then. All in the clear. Their mission finished with everyone safe. Simple in and out mission, so they had thought. Tobias neck leaned forward, and he sighed. Eralar stumbled forward with her arms swinging. Tobias came back to lend her aid. Using himself as a crutch. Onyx watched and responded with a yawn. Glass scattered at their feet, as they passed through what was once a giant sliding door.


    ¡°I can see the shimmering expanses of dunes and water. Hills and valleys carved in the shapes of waves. Land separating itself from the sea.¡± Eralar spoke as they moved at a ginger pace.


    ¡°Have you begun to long for home?¡± Tobias replied.


    ¡°Just a little. Wouldn¡¯t mind a quick nostalgic trip. The towering sands, shaped in the forms of waves. Water and land mixing as the two break apart.¡±


    ¡°Was it the carvings on the door that made you long for it?¡±


    ¡°Played a little part I must admit. Looking through the book and chasing down the strider was a bigger factor. Standing on the sands for a moment. Having silence for you friend.¡±


    The air felt oppressive in this part of Hollowment. Winding marble steps lead up and down into the depths. Often covered in moss, scorch marks and the recurring sight of the black substance. Each step became slow and precise. Their eyes sank, light smiles from conversations turned blank. Entire bodies made from both flesh and steel; in some cases, both filled the giant room. Black particles fell like ash down on sullied corpses. Some missing their heads. Entrails from their neck reaching to the above as black roots.


    ¡°Thank you for coming with us and saving me from Lydon¡¯s best friend.¡± Tobias said. His voice came out in a lower tone.


    Ink and the soot in the air formed just under their sight. Mixing in thin strands, made their way back into Eralars blood stream. Fingers still flexing as the black blots landed on her.


    ¡°Of course.¡± Strength began to return to her. She did not want to use Tobias as a crutch the entire time they were down here.


    ¡°Did you find anything of interest in the book? Sorry left it in your hands there.¡±


    ¡°No, I did not. Got rather distracted by some games. While being caught up in cooking.¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s alright. We will need to back and snag it later.¡±


    Damn it Metlock! Tobias thought with a wide grin.


    ¡°I did catch my home, those guardians and those beast on the gate though.¡± Eralar said. Coming to a stop in the center of the room. Metlock stood with Lockjaw poking through the ground. Eralars turned to smile at Tobias and pointed upward. Her eyes fixed above.


    ¡°Doesn¡¯t that look like Grael?¡±If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    On the bright gray and white marble, touched gently by the remains of soot, a dragon was etched. Much like Grael in one way. Long whiskers. Other than that, its body was bulkier. Jagged sharp spikes all along its body. Its wings spread out high above it.


    Maxwell fell to a knee holding his face. Fully bloodshot eyes and his face reforming. His clawed hands, brimming a light gold. He scooped up a pile of black ashes. Through them he watched it fall. With his eyes lighting up Melaine came and put her arms around him.


    ¡°I sense so much suffering. The remains of their souls, regrets and plights. Even though they ascended, leaving their flesh.¡±


    ¡°Why do I bother trying to protect and keep the people safe. When around every corner there is someone in need of help. Sometimes it is just too much.¡±


    Maxwell said. His nose just out of reach of the remains, as he let them fall. Golden eyes lost to the distance. Melaine pulled on his cheeks and whispered in his ear.


    ¡°Well¡­ I guess you could help me out on the assembly line. Or help me protect the workers¡¯ rights. Could even join Tobias in helping the animals. If it¡¯s too much for you.¡±


    This perked Maxwells ears up.  He chuckled, a guttural bark forming this time.


    Marble covered soot and bile crept its way up the stairs. Stopping at the top.


    Tobias found his hand on Gwyrdd, panting. Through the pile of bodies, they went through, their heads became static masses. Each one screamed incomprehensibly to him. Just like seeing all the pain from war. Countless and unrecognizable souls. Wanted something from him. Gwyrdd was pressed lightly against his flesh. Lowered eyes cast over the waves of static. Black, gray and green poured out of his body. Merging into the sword Tobias held it Horizontally and slashed forward. The wave was a darker shade of green. Static got sucked into the waves arch. Green light lit the whole room as it rose briefly. With a twist, the energy began to implode on itself. Until it released a bright green wave. Washing over the room like a halo, the black plague below dispersed. The barrage of static left his ears. Above them, the dragons¡¯ eyes lit up briefly before going dormant.


    Tobias watched the small balls of light hit the ground and fade. He swore he could make out a thank you from somewhere. He began to approach Metlock, who had not uttered a word the entire time. Jolts of pain ran through him nearly faster than he could process. On his knees his hands gripped Gwyrdd tighter than ever. Green flame gashed out of his mouth, replacing deep harsh breaths. All his senses were on fire. The feeling of being reborn, torn asunder formed repeatedly in hot burst. Like a new star being formed deep in the dark, forces swelled together. The chaos of spinning out of control stopped. Chest breathing out slower breaths. In that stillness, he found himself on the waters surface. Two figures stood in front of him. With his black hair over his face he stood to meet them. Just black static. Tobias gaze fell down. They must be long dead by now. Tobias thought. Metlock was knelt down on one knee, Lockjaw planted at this side. His face blank he poked at Tobias.


    ¡°Scales are covering your face, if you didn¡¯t know. Plus, this is new to me, your hair is green. A good portion of it anyway.¡± Metlock said.


    ¡°I uhhh, what?¡± Tobias replied. His vision blurred. Several phantom-like copies of himself walked forward before vanishing.


    Metlock flicked him in the forehead. Waving a hand in front of his face after his attention snapped back.


    ¡°Hello in there!¡±


    ¡°Yes, yes, I¡¯m here. The scales are nothing new. Green hair though, very much so.¡± Tobias replied.


    The rest caught up to each other. Each gazed back at the cleared room. The faint remains of green light fading. The creep of the black did not advance as far as they thought. Only in gathering in certain spots. Their approach slowed as white and silver flames scorched out over a large balcony. Grael crooned his head towards them. Just behind him Lydon held out sickle from Ovoroth. Bathing it in flame. The chain gained a silver glow. White flame licking its sharp edges.


    Waves crashed against boats and buildings that laid waste in the water. Only a small channel to get out remained. Turrets mounted the top facing the sea on platforms made from scrap. Tobias stood next to Lydon and placed a hand on the railing looking over the scene. The Forgemaster had another cigar lit. But stood and sighed with it held in front of his mouth. With smoke trailing off he hummed a tune and sang aloud.


    ¡°Hear the howling of the wind.


    From the ocean¡¯s womb a song rises.


    Black smoke still behind us.


    Gods above grinding the axe.


    Still, we sail to the ends of the world.


    To meet our doom or gain pride.


    Winter on its way. The great worm devouring its prey.¡±


    He took in a huge breath in. Exhaling over the sight below him, wincing and casting his eyes downward. Grant was coming from behind them. The hammers loudly announced his arrival, as they dragged to his side. Covered in black, from head to toe. His visor slowly opened. Silent fury with a cold focus. Tobias went to ask what happened before the Forgemaster spoke.


    ¡°Your three buddies here have been informed of a slight problem. This hallway and the lab behind us changed dramatically since my last visit here.¡± The Forgemaster said.


    Tobias couldn¡¯t focus. There was too much wrong here.


    ¡°Those corpses behind us. Men and Woman who worked tireless. They should all be standing. Those Idol ones down there, aren¡¯t supposed¡¯ to be there. They once lined the halls and corridors to the second level where we came from. We may be in a serious bind.¡± He said. Multiple hits of tobacco were taken as no one spoke.


    Two long chains rose up to the ceiling. Rusted and brown, they wrapped around a giant mechanical head. Bearing a long since rusted golden mane. One of the tusks, still broken. The other chain wrapped around its torso several times over. Tobias clenched his eyes and fist. Ready to go off on the Forgemaster, before Grael spoke to him.


    You need to calm down. Now. Grael said. Speaking to only Tobias in his mind.


    Why should I not? Do you realize wh---


    Do not argue with me. I¡¯m going to make this clear. If those ¡°Idols¡± below are Aeon Dividers, you must keep all the anger to yourself. That is their entry way. Thoughts of despair, anger, rage, every emotion. They come over you faster than a rogue wave. There is no escape, only death once they have you.


    Let¡¯s go. Aeon Dividers or not. Whatever gets in my way, between me and that killing machine, better hope they don¡¯t become casualties. Tobias thought. Expressionless he turned to make his way to down. Stopped once again, Lydon grabbed his shoulder.


    ¡°Look man. I¡¯m as pissed off as you are about this. This bastard killed Mathias. Could have been any of us that day.¡± Lydon said. His voice low, filled with hints of fear. He continued:


    ¡°According to Grael, these freaks already have the drop on us. They watch and wait. With no plans for tonight, they got all the time in the world!¡±


    ¡°Were the Idol ones always like this? No, that can¡¯t be can it. In the book and several things, we have seen, they are companions with us. Fighting side by side.¡± Tobias said. His attention turned to the beast. Black ichor dripping slowly from its tusk.


    ¡°I doubt so. Something is missing from our tapestry. Machine like in appearance they may be, they do not emit the colors of Archveil.¡± Grael said.


    Maxwell joined the conversation with his arms folded. The gold seal and symbols on his forehead more prominent than before. Carefully observing below. With each small movement he made, so did they. In the slightest movements, a scorpion tail faced him. The twitch of hawk¡¯s eye. The movement of giant wings, the sea glinting off their bodies. Half man, half machine. Spiders in a lunging position. Sounds of metal against metal. As giant wolves and bears smashed their teeth together. Melaine¡¯s skin broke into nervous sweats. On the wall a good distance away, just casually staring at her was a lizard. A giant one, with its mouth open. Its blackened mechanical insides coming to life.


    ¡°They are missing our trademark colors.¡± Maxwell said. Metlock came next to him. Lockjaw aimed below.


    ¡°Just like those bastards that gave us a visit at my place. Look at them. Waiting for an invitation, or scraps tossed their way.¡± Scowling, Metlock said. Fingers ready to fire.


    Onyx whined as they chatted. The balcony shook, cracks appearing. The floor was suddenly gone from underneath all of them. The tile disintegrated as they hit the ground. Puzzled, Tobias looked up wearily. Lydon was stretched out over Onyx groaning. Everyone else crashed down an arm length away.  Tobias skin split as he grasped the hilt. Once he stood, they had instantly been surrounded. Dark cold eyes, offering nothing but silence and a sense of dread. Eralar sat up against the wall. Streams of ink fell from her eyes. Symbols on her arms and hands growing denser.


    ¡°Hey! Eralar are you ok?¡± Tobias said. He placed his hands on her shoulders. Giving a gentle shake.


    ¡°Do you see them? There are so many. In every crevas, every corner.¡± Eralar said despondently. Her eyes changed back into kaleidoscopic patterns. Ink spread from her pupils to the whites of her eyes.


    ¡°No I don¡¯t!  What else is there with us?¡±


    ¡°The heart. How can you not, it¡¯s so huge. The altar just ahead of us.¡±


    ¡°There is no altar here! We may be placed on one down here soon. Get it together.¡±


    ¡°Shhh! It¡¯s starting. Time to see if the ceremony will be successful. we will become weavers if so!¡± Eralar said. Veins flowed down, ink the source It dribbled down her neck, then covered her cloths. She gently pushed Tobias hands aside. Held up with her head bowed she gracefully accepted something being held to her.


    Tobias tried to stop her but stopped. The room pulsed with static. Chains began to wobble. Metal against metal. From the mouth of the beast, liquid flowed out. Just like when it fell all those years ago.


    ¡°This can¡¯t be happening. The Ravoclaw should be long dead. Immobile, reconstructed to our design.¡± The Forgemaster said.


    ¡°Everyone that participated in its revival, are absolute morons. I told you so! We have all been for years. This is how Insmourn works underneath the surface!?¡± Tobias said. He took a few steps forward pushed. His hands changed into dragon claws. Skin replaced with black and gray scales. Ashes fell, then scattered as the cigar hit the ground. Balance was lost and the Forgemaster felt cold against his skin. Flesh ripped. Chunks of flesh fell in front of the crowd. Eyes bulged and pain ran through him. The Idols still had not moved.


    ¡°Fuck, that actually hurts, damn you.¡± The ashes of the cigar smoldered. The Forgemaster picked it up and pushed it against his flesh. Grant, stoic as ever, took two steps and was stopped. The Forgemasters hand up to stop him.


    ¡°Good. There is plenty more where that came from. You backstabbing son of a bitch.¡± Growled Tobias.


    ¡°Regardless of what it looks like, we always had Insmourn and Clausum Mare in our best interest.¡±


    ¡°Sure.¡± Tobias said. Unable to hide his anger.


    The Forgemaster sighed, holding his arm. Sweat leaked from his brows. Fingers and legs shook as he began walking to the chained creature. The black bile spilling out like a waterfall began to take shape.


    ¡°Perhaps we can chat it out? Sure whatever is going on can respond.¡± The Forgemaster said. His voice squeaky and low. He gave Grant a nod. Harsh black light, escaped from pockets of the Ravoclaw. Liquid and volatile, the bile took its final shape. Faint pulses of orange light coursed through its single eye. The deepest cold was felt when looking at it. With two raised blackened bubbly fingers, it reached over to the Forgemaster. Casting a shadow over them. Its two fingers coming nearer, its single eye caused crushing oppression. It had bent over. Tall enough to be at least half the height of the room. Its chest and stomach were contorted into a spiral shape. Tentacles burst from its arms. Eyes opening along their length. On three toes its weight was held. The flesh squelched on its legs. Spinning until it was gone. Wide gaps of nothing, soon filled with several maws and gnashing teeth. Sharp and long, like armor around it. Tounges flailed freely out from within.


    Urine ran down the Forgemasters legs. The two fingers moved slowly over his head. While sputtering out words, all he could do was watch. Its ichor falling into his mouth. Gasp and chokes as he tried to breathe and speak.


    ¡°We at¡­the forge. Ugh..Wel..come you to Insmourn. D---¡±


    In a violent burst, the Forgemaster exploded. Some of his flesh remained. Blood and guts poured over the front row of Idols. This caused some to stir. Like someone chewing with their mouth open, flesh was hastily torn and gobbled up. Others simply let the blood drip down their frozen frames.


    The ground shook as it got on its knees. It¡¯s one eye burrowing into their souls.


    ¡°Vessels of the great crystal. Architects of being. So easily manipulated. It¡¯s no wonder Xeanoss and the others have taken station here. Your kind shall be absorbed and fuel the coming of the great silence.¡±


    Eralar convulsed in the back with Melaine. Hands still in the air. Grael began to swell in size. Molten gray fire spilling from his mouth. In a spiral blast of heat, flame ate away the entity. It let out a groan, followed by a laugh that shook the ground.


    ¡°Srpahgentum Grael. HOW I MISSED THE WRATH OF YOUR FLAMES.¡± It said.


    Black energy raced through the air like a comet. With two of its fingers the pointed back at the Ravoclaw. Mechanical roars and pain came as it awoke. Like a twig the chains broke. Tobias drew Gwyrdd, solid and wreathed in green flame.


    ¡°Welcome to my Stygian domain. Come, bow and die to the conqueror of the meek.¡±

 Chapter 15: The Serpent and The Coming Storms

    Chapter 15: The Serpent and The Coming Storms


    Heat licked at the edges of Tobias¡¯ vision. Flames from Graels breath met the black mass. In a violent burst, slabs of its body fell. Flame and shadow wrestled, vying to outlast the other. The single eye on the entity, narrowed in amusement. The base of its head shook violently. Tentacles burst out from its base. In rapid delicate movements, it added another equally horrifying part to itself.  Just like the twisted flesh on its stomach, the new shape did the same. Though it stretched atop its head. A single long tentacle rose above it, coiling down the side. Bone white, human teeth grew outwards from the newly formed mass. An endless spiral of darkness for its mouth, spewed black liquid.


    Its whole body swayed as it moved its tentacle limbs. Just like before, when it killed the Forgemaster. The other side of its limbs burst out to a gut-wrenching squishing sound. Three human like fingers, long and black, made patterns in the air. Dark energy condensing in its center. Scales were soon coated in black. The tentacles weaving as if performing an incantation, writhed in pain and shot up. Graels claws slashing through its skin. Slit eyes burned with fury. Turning back, Grael circled his head over his long body. Like a snake ready to strike. Torrents of flame sped their way to the creature. The other hand, done with its motion, pointed upwards aimed at Grael.


    The flames found their path interrupted. Instead of finding their target, they shot directly upward into the ceiling. Giving the cavern more light. The two beings seemingly not from this world focused on one another. Flames met with dark oppressive energy. The ground shook from their attacks.


    Tobias had found himself moving forward without realizing it. Wanting to help Grael, but for whatever reason, he could not. Fear had begun to eat away at him. Somewhere deep in the confides of his being, it poured out. Once more he was on a battlefield. Crystals burst into thousands of pieces and shards above him. Like a hail of bullets, shards pierced through soldiers around him. Cries of pain tried to escape but ultimately were silenced by gagging on their own blood. Silent mouths screamed and shook violently all-around Tobias. The ground buckled and sank. A giant tentacle, far as the eye could see, hit the ground. It was moving closer, sweeping across the battlefield. Crystal, dirt, blood and bodies were crushed and flung as it tore through.


    The soldiers near him turned to face him. Disfigured by the shrapnel of crystal. Static overwrote their pained expression. Becoming a chaotic, messy canvas of horror. He held up Grwyrnn in front of his face. Eyes open partly as if half asleep. The blade weaved green ethereal energy. Suddenly feeling lighter, two feet had marched directly to the oncoming tentacle. Strands of green energy coursed through dents and cracks in the armor. Through it, the blade focusing on a point. Like a dust storm, the tentacle kicked up debris, blanketing the area. Mesmerized by the calmness it emanated; Tobias followed its light. Arching higher and higher it rose above the being who walked forward. Dressed in dark green and gray armor, resembling a knight, the sword slashed through the air.


    The tentacle sweeping its way through was on a collision course with a wave of energy. In a cataclysmic collision everything went black in an instant. Weightlessly Tobias¡¯ eyes felt open yet closed. The faintest hints of light forever distant. Examining his hands, pulses of green flowed through transparent veins. Just above his stomach, Gwyrdd floated. Though it morphed into different styles of blades. Some curved and shorter. Dagger like, some large as claymores. All had one constant feature. Hands on the sword. As they tumbled into the endless dark. Limbs varied from one to ten figures on one hand. Energy departed from the sword and formed into shape.


    Tobias did nothing but stare into the light, which merged into two huge orbs of light. Above, all he could see was the outline of soldier just moments ago. Radiant Green blinded him as he tried gazing to the top of the energy. The urge to close his eyes, sleep tugged his mind. Jolts, followed by stronger currents of static shook him. Flowing to the bottom of the blade, his own energy leaked into it. Light filled his periphery as wordlessly yelled into the black. Piercing through his being, the sword fell through.


    Do not seek the gods. Enslaved, cursed, defiled. Shells upon empty thrones. Tyrants crack the sky. Ravenous shadows enshrouding the living.


    The words ate every corner of his mind. They had come in a stern tone. Soothing and familiar at the same time. On repeat the became louder until. Reverberating together they rose and rose until, silence. From the dark canvas his vision returned. Chaos ruled the scene. His arm shot up as a single tentacle lashed out to him. Tongues flailed as it speared at him, teeth coated in black blood. Scales buckled and tore as the strike ricocheted off. Colliding with a wall from above their fall. The cavern above shook. The idol one that resembled a gecko, fell off the wall as it approached the incapacitated Eralar.


    Tobias¡¯ eyes felt heavy. His arm extended out in front of him, acting like a shield. The scene played out in a constant loop. Tentacles wider than the biggest tornadoes plummeting from the sky. The being attacking, darkness, the pain and those words. Scales and blood fell silently against the background havoc. The armored and scaly hand flexed. Claws had taken over for his hands. With this a chuckle escaped his lungs. The sound of a large exhale wormed into his ear. Grael had shot another blast of intense fire at the Aeon Divider. With only bits of its lumping black flesh decorating the area beneath. Red eyes steadily ablaze, while the chunks slid off hallowed faces.


    The massive back tentacle retracted. Foundations of the halls buckling and collapsing from its impact. Fragments of bone and teeth tore off. Many of being sundered down the middle. Though there was still the weight of oppression beyond the destroyed flesh. As the blood splattered on his face, the retracting tentacle withered in the air. Violently it swung, while others shot out at Grael. More scales fell. Reduced to dust before hitting the ground. Black crept over Tobias face like shattered glass.


    Maxwell lept in his direction. With claws out to swipe. One of the Idol ones marched on two feet at Tobias. Thin and sickly like. Its body human like, stood a head or two over them. Drooped over its bulging upper torso muscles tensed together. An anomaly compared to the rest of it. Its shoulders spasmed. Giant lumps formed within its flesh. Which seemingly took breath. Black haze lingered from the infected like tumors. An open mouth moaned on its face. Free from any other features. In an attempt to engulf Tobias in one swallow, its mouth stretched and tore. Golden claws racked through the lumps. It shook violently as parts of the lumps tore open. Multiple black hearts rapidly gave breath. Through its stringy insides.


    From the pulsating wound, tentacles and limbs squirmed out and swung at Maxwell. The impact sent him several feet back. Tobias could no longer keep his eyes open. What was real and illusion clashing. He thought of a similar time as the abomination gunning for him changed its sights. Words tried to reach him, but they had been inaudible. Joining the static as the world sunk into dark.


    His vision was fuzzy. Like a lack of oxygen to the brain from standing up to quickly. Tobias fell to the ground. Rows of books to his side. Splayed out an arm rose, and he struck himself in the face. Passing out down here for the utmost time. Hair draped over weary eyes was brushed aside. Hands coated in dust; his fingers latched on the to edge of the table. A sigh escaped that scattered statues of small turtles circled around the table. With a pat on its smooth stone head, he turned to leave. The wooden steps of the Annuals creaked. The dim light waned from burst of static. Green light slowly glowing from the turtles.


    At the top of the stairs, Tobias let out an exaggerated breath. With lungs empty he pushed the door open. Pressure built in his head. An intense and sudden migraine took over. The steady beat of humming caught his ears. Enough to at least follow the source. More phantom like in appearance, he noticed himself again. Split in three directions. One left towards the exit of the station. The other going for the stairs. The last he followed as it stepped through him and went into the annuals. Following its steps, he saw individuals from another place and time. Wielding a vibrant green sword. It swept through armies of all kinds. All falling before the blade. Though from the looks of it. The body slowly faded away. Another similar scene played out.


    Just another memory bleeding into the other. Doubt those who wield¡­wait a moment. Do I know what that sword is called? Have I read it down in the annuals by any chance? Oh whatever. He thought.


    Wonder if Maxwell is here. May as well go take a quick look.


    The light went dark behind him. Spirals formed in the darkness. Eyes silently observing. Nothing but black, as he pushed the door to open to the third floor.


    Maxwell had better be in here with some pain killers.


    Luck was in his favor. Maxwell leaned against the window with a book in his hand. Approaching the clear light of day shone through the windows. The light dancing off the dust. Though it felt different. Cold, absent of heat. Maxwell had been reading ¡°The Weight of Absolution.¡± Something he had read repeatedly. After difficult jobs, or before one. He glanced over in Tobias¡¯ direction. Hand out to the light.


    ¡°Are you ready to head out of here, Tobias?¡± He asked, while turning a page.


    ¡°Where are we going?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you forgot already. There has been a string of violent murders. We are the lucky ones that get to investigate them.¡±


    ¡°Right. Yeah my bad. Thinking of getting out of this line of work. Got something I plan on doing after this job is over.¡±


    Maxwell rolled his eyes and shut the book quietly. Placing it on the window seal he folded his arms.


    ¡°So this is it. After what happened in Grayland, I¡¯m surprised you didn¡¯t leave then.¡±


    ¡°Or before all that. You are being promoted anyhow. Grant, Solace, Lydon and Helix have all pursed different lines of work. At least one is coming along. All that to fight against¡­that one place.¡± Tobias gripped his head.


    Maxwell tossed him a bottle of pain medicine from his jacket as he went to the door.


    ¡°Let¡¯s get this over with. One last ride on this solemn path. Wake up and prepare yourself. The last time you will have to sleep this off.¡±


    Tobias watched a violent storm pattern full of dark clouds drift over the mountains. Somehow the light felt even colder and distant as he turned to follow.


    Tobias took one step into the dark and found himself at the scene of the crime. Unable to look. Just like before. Maxwell was knelt over one knee. A mix of fresh and old blood clinging to his dark blue work-pants. Helix stood guard at the door. With a pistol in hand with safety off the trigger. Focusing the best he could as the rain poured down. Outside blood washed away into the street. Tobias threw over his black hoodie and stood on the opposite side of the door as Helix. With a quick turn, he looked at Maxwell. In that moment he saw the blasted body parts. Blood and guts all over the room. Some bodies hung to the sides and ceiling. Vomit exploded out. Chunks of jerky and crackers mixed and washed down the drain.


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    ¡°I did the same. Don¡¯t worry man. Will never get used to this. Even in my new line of work.¡± Helix said dryly.


    Tobias crossed his arms and leaned his head against the door. The color drained from his face. Goosebumps forming all over. Helix wore a beanie with an ironclad ship slicing through the waves. His black hair peaked out underneath. Soaked by the rain.


    ¡°Damned zealots. Such a pain we have restricted ourselves this way. Though if we made any kind of moves other than defending, Grayland would annihilate us. Our technology is so primitive in comparison.¡± Helix said. Startled at sudden movement, Helix put finger on the trigger and aimed. A small group of crows had wadded in front of them. Eating the recently thrown up bile.


    ¡°I know its slim pickings in the rain right now. But for god¡¯s sake you feathery bastards, there are much better places to get a bite.¡± Helix said. Shoes were pelted with rain, as he dashed and shooed the crows away. Tobias closed his eyes for a moment and laughed. When they opened again, he was once again somewhere else. Vast and familiar. Yet it held so much emptiness at the same time.


    A slow, calm yet void of emotion voice spoke to him. Tobias stood in shadow. The familiar sight of a black sun wavering in the distance. Lit only by the faintest glimmer of stars.


    ¡°So now do I understand. You¡­- a meek crystal bearer not driven by rage. Nothing but cowardice in your soul.¡± The voice said.


    Veins along his neck grew bigger. They ran black. Making their way to the top of his face. The ever-burning black star above morphed. A giant eyeball formed in the core. The dark plasma weaved like strands of tentacles.


    ¡°I can lend you the strength to silence all of fears. It is not my specially, so it may hurt more than expected.¡± A deep chuckle rang in his ears as the voice spoke.


    Tobias looked up. Void of emotion and strength. The black veins now weaved in and out, knitting the skin. Blood trying to escape was quickly consumed by black strands. Thump¡­thump¡­ the beats in the chest became more and more distant. With memories escaping before they formed. Light leaked out of his eyes. Like a magnet they were drawn up to the eye. An immeasurable distance in between.


    Yes that may be best. Let it all float away. The energy and memories, lost somewhere in this chaotic expanse. Tobias stumbled forward. The light retracted back to his eyes. The feeling of a book smashed into his back.


    A trespasser, in my realm? Absurd. The little bits of light vanished as the eye narrowed.


    A shorter frame pulled back the book and tapped it on his sides. A familiar pair of glasses, half of them anyway, accompanied by a frown. The other half was just a blurry outline of his form. Magma spewed from below. Casting a long-inverted shadow below. Tobias did not see his reflection down below, however. Half of the book was now being pushed into Tobias¡¯ chest.


    ¡°Solace? Is it really you?¡± Tobias said in a stutter.


    ¡°Afraid so. It¡¯s me alright. Just for the moment. Good to see you still kicking around.¡± Solace replied. One half of his face was still pale. From the little time spent in the annuals, to the forceful takeover of his body. His skin had been coated in sickly gray flesh. The skin from underneath his eyes and mouth peeled away. The many freckles he did have were long gone. Shadows began to tremble. The surface they were on seemingly shook. Solace eyes no longer the bright orange looked up and took a few steps back. Behind Tobias the eye had completely vanished. Two spread-out, pitch-black wings were barely discernible in this space. The thing approaching them was like the grim reaper. Their head hidden under a blackened robe. Incomprehensibly large in the shape of a scythe, bodies and bones arched in the dark. Mixtures of stone-cold grays blackened and bleached bones.


    With a faint smile he sank below, merging with the other. Walking upside down back into the dark, he waved.


    ¡°Wait. Don¡¯t go just yet. I don¡¯t understand---what is going on? Where are we, is this real?¡± Tobias called out. Tremors ran rampant through his body.


    ¡°Sorry buddy. You and others don¡¯t and will not ever belong here. Don¡¯t let this wave knock you over so easily. I know there is much more in the tank. Random ignorant assholes as ever. Ancient celestial beings or not. They don¡¯t know you. We both know its not fear, wake up.¡± Solace said. The words echoed and became static. As if pulled in by a black hole, in an instant everything was swallowed. Then everything became a chaotic blend of energy. Like a sheet ripped from the table, the reality he was in, came into focus. Tentacles came crashing down towards him. With most of his senses back, Gywrdd tightened in his grasp. With a thrust straight up the blade met the blackened flesh. Black and purple gushed out. Flesh being split into two as the sword cut through.


    High pitched wails of pain escaped from the countless mouths. Like tar its blood split as the tentacles flailed. Brought back in pain the split parts swung at Grael. Who was currently focused on its other tendrils. Layers of flesh were charred to a crisp. Quickly being replaced as the blackened bits fell and instantaneously grew over each other. Its skin growing larger, denser and disgusting. The breath of Grael was strong enough to pierce through it for but a moment. He barrel rolled through its skin. Racking at it with his claws. Spiraling out covered in guts he shot a blast of silver flame at the eye. Its body lashed out in the cavern. The eye turning a dense red. Turning bloodshot, its veins pulsed in irritation. The split tentacles came up and smashed Grael in the side. His fire shot up the entity. Scorching it and the ceiling. Rubble above fell and joined the chaos. Harmlessly bouncing off the Idol ones below.


    Razor sharp teeth tore away at scales. Chunks of silver and black scales hit the ground with a squish. The tentacles retracting, as the entity stood. Anger blazed from its one eye. Graels tail flung into a smaller group of Idol ones. Knocking them off balance and sending others through the air. They did not approach him however. Their attention was elsewhere. Some not reactive at all. Apathetically the ceiling was their world.


    The group was encircled. Several Idol ones fought against Lydon, Metlock and Maxwell in separate parts of the room. Every time one fell, out from the circle of rustic bodies, one joined the fray.


    Metlocks shoulders heaved. Blood dripping down his face and sleeves. Some of his hair had fallen over his eyes. Lockjaw felt heavier. Two vulture-like creatures that had tortured him and the others at the shack began to flank. These had three eyes to join with the three tongues that lashed out. Both of their necks oozing out a tar like substance from bullet holes.


    Just stay down. Ugly freaks can only manage so many shots before I must switch ammo. Lockjaw took aim at the wiggling tongues coming in his direction. Out of his periphery he caught the Ravoclaw in a full sprint at Tobias and Maxwell. With bloodlust in their eyes the vulture like idol ones clamped down on Metlock. Tongues wrapped around his neck the other on Lockjaw.


    ¡°Unfortunate for you, asshole.¡± The creature staggered back with a bullet hole blasted out its mouth. As Metlock yelled at it. Tendons nearly broke from the creature¡¯s mouth. Lockjaw forcefully being drawn back taking the tongues with it. The other pulled at his neck with enough force to rip it off. Lockjaw found its way with enough strength, firmly placed under its jaw. Black bile rained down on Metlock. The sound of one shot after another echoing with the sounds of battle. Tearing his arm away from the tongues, one fell to the ground squirming violently. Empty clicks sounded from the chamber as the vulture stumbled backwards. Empty casings flew out of the slide. With the hammer kicked back, electricity coursed through the barrel. The only thoughts being a bullet that would shred this thing to pieces. His essence poured into the gun as he focused.


    Embers danced through the air as the sickle went to work. Swung around in violent arcs they cut through the Idol ones with surprising ease. Glowing eyes powered off after the machines were sundered. Silver flame lingered from the fatal blows. Without the need of modern tools, Lydon¡¯s eyes formed into slits, becoming more draconic like. More Idol ones encroached on him. With a language he could not understand, the two combatants mumbled at him. Their eyes pitch black and unnecessarily large. From the aphotic deep. Locked in a brief stare-down, the sickle sliced through the air. Silver flame shot down its length.


    These things had reminded him of the Tuelere Piscus  in some way. No hesitation in the moment. The blade burrowed into one of the jelly like eyes. Momentum stopped and the one groaned in pain. Black and blue scales on its face began to rip. Bones exposed underneath. Crabs acted like a herd of ants. Using the bones as a source of travel. In their pincers they carried congealed black balls. Quickly attempting to repair the wounds. With two hands Lydon tightened his grip. With all his strength the sickle did not budge. On all fours, the Idol one brought two scaly and fishy hands to its eye sockets. Fins lined their way fully across the body. Much like an anglerfish, a dim light dangled in front of it. The other one looked at Lydon confused and began to stand.


    Lydon did not wait as the bones from its stomach were now exposed. Rot in its upper torso. Swirls of bones in its stomach. He took in a breath. Just like how Grael had taught him. The fire burned violently in his lungs. Intense heat reflected in the eyes, before deflating. Overpowering the creatures, the flames eruption point fizzled out. Smoke flowed out of his eyes. He attempted to summon another breath, as two more entered the makeshift arena. The sickle hit the ground, its flame all but extinguished. Ash slowly crumbled from the eye sockets. Small organisms doing their work inside, lay upside down and torched. Lydon sighed, swinging the sickle in his hands at a slow rate. Wishing it was gun or even a rocket.


    The Ravoclaw charged from underneath the entity¡¯s hulking frame. Graels fire continued its assault. White steam escaped from his eyes. The majestic long whiskers pointed down. Still roughly the same size as before, the Ravoclaw came to a sudden halt. Sparks kicked up at the forceful stop. It stood briefly on all fours, swinging its front two claws at Tobias and Maxwell. Its mechanical roar increased in intensity as it swung. The sockets attached to the claws detached. Thick black tendons attached to its heavy steel body. The familiar red glow from Archveil in full effect. Tobias and Maxwell both looked towards it as the claws descended on them.


    Flame blocked the oncoming blow and quickly sizzled out. Graels head was slumped forward as he tried to stay afloat. Tentacles speared into his sides. His body completely limp. The entity rose and pinned the dragon to the ceiling. Blood cascading out from his wounds, Tobias and Lydon watched in horror. Giant pits forming in their stomachs. Speared through, the entity threw Grael aside. His blood splattering on both Melaine and Eralar, as the body crashed above. From the hallway from which they had come.


    Tobias drew Gwyrdd in and arc. Blade ablaze green. The scene of crime played as Grael was took the blow. With a wide swing the ground tore open. The energy from the blade was the volcano in his soul finally erupting. Claws tethered to tendrils exploded into fire. The Ravoclaw attempted to dodge. The wave cut through a quarter of the beast. The wave picked up speed as it swiftly sliced through the Idol ones. The giant Entity too clumsy to move, lost one of its legs. The waves parted as the wave began to bend on itself. All the energy and guts built up along its path, collided with the ruins in the water. The wave of energy exploded. Buildings on their last legs, sent flying in all directions. Harsh green shone over derelict buildings.


    The entity¡¯s mouths along its body laughed. A deep, harsh---Yesss FUEL!


    Onyx and Grant paired up together to keep them both safe. Onyx¡¯s fur stood on end as it turned red. Electricity surged around him. He lunged and bit into a salamander like Idol one. Its metal neck began to melt due to the intensity of his fangs. The mouth of the creature wide open, much like the gecko. Its tail dislodged as it tried to distract Onyx. Instead, gravity left it, lifted up and smashed down destroying the tail. With his claws on its body Onyx howled, ice gathering before his mouth. Breath upon the salamander, its head coated in ice. With a swipe, Onyx sent the head flying and exploding into shards.


    Grant and Melaine both watched jaw agape. They had never seen so much violence from the fluff ball.


    Hammers in hand, found themselves crushing through the shell. The soft flesh interior of the guts falling from the ends. The visor became blurred with the blood of his enemies. Grants bald head reflected in the shattered ice pieces on the ground, as he took it off. The visor meet the steel face of a bear bounding at him. Hands flushed white, with an iron grip. Collisions of steel and iron met. The bear¡¯s head violently yanked to the side. The groaning and strain of metals getting louder. Lighting flashed over the battlefield, as Onyx smashed into the bear¡¯s side. Breathing ice in its face, Grant wasted no time. The sound of multiple cannons went off, as the bear¡¯s head was smashed to smithereens.


    Above the rubble, the faintest embers burned from dying eyes. Grael¡¯s blurry and fading vision watching the fight. The Aeon Divder, his ancient enemy covered in burn marks, and the efforts of his claws. The silver flame burrowing into its flesh. He tried to reach Tobias and Lydon. There was not enough strength left in the tank. Only enough to hold a claw against the wound through him. Numb ate away at the last remaining nerve endings. Head lay curled to his chest. Through the hole in his body, his eyes followed white scales as it slithered through. Vibrant blue scales mixed along its body. Its white eyes were calming. Coiled around the entirety of Grael, it placed its head on him. Speaking in a language known only to them.


    Ahh. One..legend to another¡­long as I¡¯ve drawn breath, I¡¯ve always thought they were myth. On the sword..on other worlds¡ªGrael thought. His dying breath with long pauses between each word. The serpents mouth opened slightly. Grael¡¯s vision went black. Silver and black smoke leaving his mouth, eyes, and nostrils. Scales went cold. Turning into stone. A small jade dragon under the gaze of the serpent. With the faintest glow of green illuminating the serpent. Its mouth calmly swallowed the dragon. With a glance over the battle, it lowered its head, returning the way they had come.

 Chapter 16: Riven

    Chapter 16: Riven


    The ground shook violently as the mouths along the Aeon Divider laughed. Each leaving an echo behind that grew louder and louder. Until it became one violent screech that threatened to tear their ear drums asunder. Static buzzed in their ears as the laughter ended. The Idol ones that circled the group began to melt, into steaming piles of tar. The substance congealing, and streaming their way to both wounds, of the Divider and Ravoclaw. Gwyrdd shimmered in Tobias hands as he stared the Aeon Divider down. The dragon tattoo on his arm faded. The sword collapsed into his skin. Green glowed from his arm, which had turned into talons from when he pushed The Forgemaster.


    His arm shook violently. Fingers tightened around a sphere of light. It trembled and reflected in his draconian eyes. The power within was unstable. With crackling green streaks, they lit up his face. In all forms of energy, the sword was used a different kind of weapon.


    Bend the energy to your will. Shape it to whatever you wish. There is no correct way to wield, only its use to disperse the shadow. Countless voices spoke to him. Clearer than before, no longer tangles of static. Though they reverberated one after another. For a brief moment, Tobias tried to search through the voices to find Grael¡¯s. He could not find it. His attention back to the Aeon Diver.


    The Divider''s mocking laughter echoed through the air, a chilling symphony that rattled their cores. Its form began to shift and contort, bones cracking and merging, sinew stretching and reforming, as it ascended to a more menacing state. Congealing all around them the Idol ones began to melt. Into thick black puddles. The wounds of both on both the creatures began to heal. The Ravoclaw grunted. Its eyes ablaze. Sludge, bile and black spilled out from its stomach and sides. Additional limbs writhed to life. Four new coated weapons, chunks of steel, overtaken by tar.


    Covering the opening of the welding helmet, the black tar coursed over it. Several feet away it sat. Bent and misshapen as if it got ran over by a truck. Mist filled Grants vision. Sweat glands worked overtime. Blood dirt and grime formed into puddles. Hammers shakily at his sides. He thought, as malformed beast constructed to new forms.


    This is just like my¡¯ god damn nightmares. Well least there ain¡¯t much lava. Our bodies are still in one piece. Not hangin¡¯ from a high place. Mutilated and splayed for all to see. Yeah, this is ten times worse than anything else. Can¡¯t stop shaking. At this rate I¡¯m going to shit my britches. This is much worse than the first time we found this thing. Even our defense at Clausum. Grant took deep breaths. The rancid smell of battle entering his lungs. Fear taking hold as he recalled a memory.


    Grant let out a breath in the foggy morning air. The mist weaved through his ears and short blonde, brown hair. A light breeze made its entrance from the sea. The morning streets empty. Bells rang slightly as flags fluttered. The wind met and shook the hair that fell to his shoulders. His back began to dampen. The wood of the outpost was wet from the night before. Fingers calloused and bruised from weeks of training. The threat of the Empyerals and Grayland increased concerningly.


    Over the past few years their crusades of zealotry began to ramp up. From what felt like corner to corner of the globe, there was no place where their hands were left untouched. There had always been three results. Death, branding or ascension. The world had felt at peace in Insmourn. Why did Grayland feel the need to force their beliefs on them? There were currently no external or internal threats to the world. The Idol ones from wars past, deep in slumber. The Travels Stair, a launching point for exploration to other worlds stayed relatively peaceful. The one in Clausum Mare was new. Since its construction, the biggest threat monitored was oncoming debris. Often it burned up in the sky. Any intact remains taken to the forge.


    ¡°Damned fools, I tell you. My day off from searching The Forge for glorious scrap.¡± Grant mumbled aloud.


    ¡°Tuck in your marbles. Its not going anywhere.¡± Arms crossed, Metlock sat across from him. A black bowler cap rested over his eyes as he replied to Grant. Rusty steel struck against his coal iron-colored jeans. To Metlock¡¯s side, a sabre rest, stuck in the wood.


    ¡°I will end up missing the good stuff!¡± Grant pleaded as he took a swipe at the gun Metlock had.


    Metlock was too quick for him. He threw his arm above his head and used the other to peak out from under the hat.


    ¡°Sorry partner. Your scavenger hands will never touch this beauty.¡±  Metlock said, letting a smirk take over his face.


    ¡°Oh to hell with ya. Can I at least aim down the sights for a moment.¡± Grant asked.


    ¡°No can do. Lockjaw is bound to me. Have to get good. At finding the highest quality and striking pieces of scrap.¡± Running two fingers over the gun. Metlock removed the morning mist as he spoke.


    Grant got closer to Metlocks face. Who just eyed him slightly worried. Water flung in Metlocks eyes as Grant took a hatchet from his side. Grant held it out centimeters from Metlocks face. In response he casually took his hand and moved it away slowly.


    ¡°Do you not see how great this is? The pristine shape? The quality of the blade? Its exquisite features, seemingly untouched by the gentle cradle that is The Forge?¡± Grant said as he began to go into a tirade.


    Metlock frowned at Grant before tipping the cap over his eyes and stuck his head in between two beams of wood.


    ¡°Yes, yes, I can see that. That¡¯s what, the fiftieth ¡°amazing¡± scrap you found in the past week? How long will that last, a couple minutes?¡± Metlock asked as he tried to hide.


    Grant got closer, trying to show the details and intricacies of the hatchet. Going over every nook and cranny. Metlocks pleading groans were answered. His hat fell off the outpost. Foggy sets of lenses came to a cloth, gently being wiped off. The other five had woken up. Being free from watch duty the night before. The group donned their Clasum police academy attire. Lydon sported a pair of black shades. Recently he had become reluctant to take them off. Solace could hardly keep his eyes halfway open. Glasses slipped to the bridge of his nose with each step.


    The seven of them gathered at the base of the outpost. Their last days of the academy coming to an end, one month left. Dreadful though it was. Grayland zealots became more of a threat each day. Forceful removal of people from their homes. Babbling on about the removal of their flesh. How it would save people¡¯s bodies and their minds. From the decay of the Axioma. The slow erosion of life and the land. Great crystals losing their power. Darkness, old as the abyss coming to eradicate the last traces of light.


    Grant looked at Tobias pensively. Wondering how deep Tobias got lost in all that history. How much he believed it to be true. Sure, traces remained over time. The Idol ones still sat, becoming more irrelevant at every passing second. Tobias had become more distant to the group in recent months. Some old tribe had come into contact with him. Maxwell had often found him down in the annals. Passed out sleeping over stacks of books. Mostly to do with details of the Starlight Impact. The various events that shaped the world to what it is now.


    Grant let out a deep sigh into the morning. Everyone else had been a few good paces ahead. Watching all of them, he could only hope the band would stay intact.


    Maybe it¡¯s just father time, separating us. Blasted old man, we will part on our own terms. The damp morning kicked up under his boots, as Grant thought. Spit struck the ground. Bubbles lingered as they trekked into the morning.


    Mist lingered through the city streets. As if one of the gods sat upon the shore, their steady breath making life with each exhale. Grant caught up with Solace, giving him a quick smack on the shoulder. He nearly stumbled face first but managed to keep his balance. Wearily he looked to Grant, adjusting his glasses.


    ¡°How¡¯s it going? Anything exciting happen last night?¡± Solace said, as they peaked through alleys and blocks.


    ¡°Nothing out of the usually. Just glad I wasn¡¯t paired with Lydon. I would go mad from all of the Tuelere Pisces talk. Ooh no, here comes the big bad fish to steal my soul. It¡¯s an old fisherman¡¯s told.¡± With a quick peak Grant looked to make sure Lydon wasn¡¯t looking back, as they spoke.


    Solace gave out a hearty laugh.


    ¡°With you there pal. Luckily enough, last night he just spoke about new projects. He¡¯s really looking forward to working with Ballistic. Already has plans to make some helpers.¡±


    ¡°Not shocked. The mad wizard at work. Did have a question for you.¡±


    Solace tilted his head to grant quizzically. His yellow eyes opened wider with curiosity.


    ¡°You are quite the geek yourself Solace. Believe in any of that Axioma or Starlight impact nonsense?¡±


    Solace turned his gaze upwards. Thinking that possibly, somewhere in the foggy gray sky, he would find the correct answer.


    ¡°Yeah, I do. From the little I¡¯ve learned. Just think of the Idol ones here and their structures and technology. Can see some giant crystals giving power. We have seen several, just not the ¡°Grand daddy¡± so to say.


    Grant was about to reply before a scream rang out. Blood pulsed behind his eyes. Hopefully it was just a rogue racoon.


    Glass shattered as a body came flying out from a two-story home. Blood, glass and the splattering sound as it hit the pavement. Grant and Solace jogged up behind the rest of the group. Several paces away, a mangled corpse lay. Blood and steam rose from the body. The steady sound of boiling filled the silence. The bones soon collapsed into black dust. From the home, three figures emerged.


    Clad in the darkest gray armor, they marched towards the body. Two held staves close to their bodies. Expressions unknown, their black eyes under the winged and curved horn helmets offered nothing. Iron spikes rose for defense, along their gauntlets. Blood falling from them to the steel boots. The curved blades atop the staves morphed into strange shapes. One of the armored soldiers took a few steps forward. The stave violently turned into a spear, as it was thrust to the side.


    Their momentum was stopped. A steel hand flashed through the mist. The hand firmly placed on their shoulder, they stopped and simply nodded. Grant could make out long white and reddish hair and red eyes. The figure held a lantern, and the black substances from the body was quickly sucked into it. To the opposite side the other soldier knelt on one knee. Extending their hand.


    ¡°Avaron, my liege. If you allow it, I shall deliver this back to the soul farms.¡± The soldier said, their voice gravelly and deep.


    ¡°Yes. Double check the dwellings we have already visited. If you do find any crystals, bring them directly to me.¡± The hood fell over his eyes as he stood.


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    Red light gathered at his fist, as he clenched them tightly. Several feet taller than them, he came closer. The red light emanating through the fog like a light house. Warning the ships of oncoming danger. The small crew of Clausum Mare did not have that grace period, it was too late. They had crashed against the rocky shore.


    Like an unscalable cliff, Avaron¡¯s gazed dug deep into the group. Grants body shuddered as their gaze met for a moment. The pit of his stomach dropped, fingers spasming in the cool morning air.


    ¡°What a shameful display. Clausum Mare, what a great disappointment. To send such talent directly to their deaths.¡± The mist parted around them. Turning into a small arena, as the light pushed the misty air against the buildings.


    ¡°Fear not though, young sparks. I see that latent power locked behind you. Why Heatherweald¡¯s influence hasn¡¯t shaped you yet, is curious indeed. Come with me. I will bring out that power. Then we can save ourselves from the collapse of this world and our very essence.¡± Avaron¡¯s fist came unclenched, as he offered a steel hand out to them.


    To dumbstruck to say anything, no one made a move. Grant could swear the only thing he could hear were droplets of water. With his other hand, Avaron gave a dismissive motion with his hand. The two guards accompanying him left. The one not carrying the lantern, turned and gave them a quick look over. Grant could feel the unsettling smile, somewhere deep within the mask. Into the mist they went. Black and a dimmer yellow light from the lantern went out of view.


    Metlocks hat tilted off his head. Lockjaw shaking in his hand. He was the first who dared to move or say a word.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what you are babbling about but the answer is no. Think you can just wade your shiny ass into town, kill, take their ashes and lecture us that the end is nigh? Get lost!¡±


    Before Avaron could say another word, a blast rang out. Gunpowder ignited from Lockjaw and screamed towards the man. Unamused by Metlocks reaction, Avaron casually swatted the bullet away with a single finger. Before Metlock could squeeze the trigger a second time, blood sprayed into the air. Severed from his body, Lockjaw and Metlocks entire arm lay just before Solace and Grant.


    Avaron held a long blade that curved like a serpent in front of his face. Red and black energy spewed from within it. Grant couldn¡¯t move a muscle. As the others rushed at Avaron. There was nothing he could, but stare into death. The fear had taken root.


    Days turned to months. Then into years as time in Clausum Mare went on. The group had solemnly passed the police academy. Though one had been absent for most of it. Metlocks arm had been sliced cleanly off from the shoulder. While he was knocked out for about a month, the Clausum Mare Academy gave him a reward. Just like the others had received, a badge of honor. On one of Grants visits, he placed the medal, Metlocks hat, and gun next to his bedside.


    On many occasions, Grant wanted to geek out about some of the finds he had found at the forge. Metlocks distant and cold eyes stopped him though. Sat up in his bed, gazing at his stump. Grant had often wondered if he had been like that the whole night. Stress had begun to eat away at Grant in droves.


    He had taken up at the forge to get his mind off things. Perhaps digging through all the scrap would give him the answer he sought. Why Avaron had come. How to cheer up Metlock. The group had been separated from time to time as the academy days had ended. Grant found himself in the company of Solace the most often. The others being sent out for their jobs.


    The two would spend hours upon hours going through the forge. Most often gathering parts for the part of Solaces work. He had taken up repairing and repurposing shuttles at Travelers Stair. Solace had often mused of other worlds and energy more of late. Searching the stars and distant past, for traces of the crystals. Grant could never get it out of him, why did his search never stay level, on their own world.


    On break in the forge Grant knelt on one knee, deep in forges bowels. Powerless and cracked from time, crystals drained their power, sat dead in glass chambers. Recently some had been found to give more power to the forge. Energy still gathered in their cores. Grant reached at his hair. While his hand went through, he pulled a good chunk of it out. In the reflection of the glass his eyes sunk, water coming to his eyes from the side.


    I¡¯ve done nothing but hide here. Away from the madness of life. Can¡¯t¡¯ even keep a straight face now. Reckon I look like a madman. A farmer without a cow. He thought.


    Placing his head on the crystal, his mind wandered. Till he found himself in a chamber lit by magma. Giant orange crystals to the side. Several stories up, blobs like a lava lamp made their ascension. A sharp sound rattled his ears. An anvil, struck with a hammer. Sparks flew in the room. The ground shook, separating the blobs within the lava lamp. This continued as Grant took cautious steps in.


    Flesh cut and seared atop a giant body. Sitting on their knees, the giant being struck at the anvil. Lacerations stitched and blackened flesh. Their body was mostly the color of clay. Outside of all the wounds. The hammer was poised to strike, then froze. Grant thought of booking it. To where exactly? Too late for that. The giant smashed the hammer into the ground next to him. Strong enough to lift him off the ground, as it exploded all around him. Yellow and orange eyes, fixated on him. Fire for hair, blazed up on the giant¡¯s head. Grant had been in his giant palm. The ground crumbled into the dark below them.


    ¡°Hello, Grant. Extension of myself. In this moment, I¡¯m afraid you cannot escape.¡± With a fiery, humorous laugh, the giant bent its knees and stood.


    ¡°Well¡­uhm. Hey there. How do you do stranger?¡± The giant¡¯s hand was warm, as Grant placed his own hands on it, and got to his feet.


    ¡°I¡¯ve enjoyed better days. Surprised you¡¯ve come to me after all this time.¡± The fiery eyes gazed up. Before fixing back on him.


    ¡°I beg your pardon? I definitely did not seek you out, pal.¡±


    ¡°Stubborn as ever. Do not keep hiding down here in the dark, Grant. You just may have the tools, to help those suffering.¡±


    ¡°Yeah right. I couldn¡¯t even help one of my best pals.¡±


    ¡°If you stopped acting like a possum, perhaps so. Understand this, I¡¯ve brought fire to worlds. Made tools to create. Shaped worlds and beings made out of clay. All to stifle the Divide. Granting the ability to at least stand against the dark.¡±


    Grant¡¯s eyes twitched as he took the information in. The giant began to lose his balance. Darkness below sinking him. Unphased by this the giant calmly placed Grant in front of the anvil.


    ¡°Do consider picking up the hammer. Or both of us will fade into the dark. Though being punished for the fire I¡¯ve brought, it has been worth it. Don¡¯t lock yourself in a cage. When the end comes, regret of inaction will take hold. There will be always what ifs. Keep us locked up in here, and we¡¯ll rot in the dark with our regrets.¡±


    Speechless Grant stared at the giant¡¯s flaming eyes as he sunk. When the light from its eyes faded underneath the mire of dark, so did the crystals light. Grant scrunched his face and reached to the anvil. A giant hammer, waiting to be grasped once more. His hand fell to his side. Thinking of Metlock again. How he lost his arm. How after Avaron left them with zealots hiding in the mist. The freakish strength of Tobias, Maxwell and Helix, as the three of them alone held them off. While Solace and Lydon watched dumbstruck. Stumbling back, Grant stepped on robotic faces. Long powered off scrap crunched underneath. Circuit boards and panels snapped.


    He sighed and gave the crystal one last look. Must be coming down with a fever. Or spending a bit too much time down here.


    Shaking his head, he began to pull out his hair. It was time to hunt in the garbage.


    The same feelings of helplessness caught Grant as the abomination transformed. Just like Avaron had all those years ago. The others doing their best, while all he could see were their backs. Metlock had Lockjaw extended, a strange energy emitting from the barrel. The Vulture-like creature stumbled back. Its oval head had been riddled with bullet holes. With one large, opened pit shot through the center of its head. It still wasn¡¯t dead after all that.


    One of the vultures hunched lower. Its three tongues tangled together, forming into a long dagger-like shape. Drool fell down its blackened, feathered steel body. Seemingly unaware of the one that broke off, Metlock aimed to fire at the one staggered from the shots. The other, going for the killing blow from behind.


    Avaron¡¯s blade flashed in his mind.


    ¡°Not again. Come on partner. MOVE IT!¡± Grant became tunnel visioned. Locked on the bastard sneaking up to strike Metlock from behind. Fire reflected in its eyes at turned, puzzled at the situation. Like a baseball being struck off a tee, the vultures head launched off its body with a high velocity. Its eye sockets burnt up. The flaming head smashed into other idol ones, igniting into an inferno.


    The laughs from the Aeon Divider stopped. An eerie silence took over as it morphed shapes. It stood on four fleshy gray and black tentacles for legs. Its torso thin and human like covered in bones. Acting as armor. Three thin, bony human-like hands fell to the sides. From its neck up formed a single tentacle. The skin where the mouth began to tear. Human teeth formed where the mouth usually should be. With just the mouth and teeth, the skin around its neck stretched and pulled. With a wicked smile. It waved a finger at the Ravoclaw, which continued its advance at Tobias.


    Tobias held out his arm. Green energy gathered around it. Extending from the palm a sphere of light formed. Before shaping itself into a blade. The energy around it, curled up his arm. Rusted teeth clamped and gripped onto the blade. The Ravoclaw barring down on him. Was it that fast? Or had he been lost in thought? Perishing the thought he swung right with Gywrdd. Its teeth still gnashing down, the Ravoclaws giant body shuddered. The slash cut open the side of its mouth. Black blood hit the ground as it let go. Whining in pain, metal screeches filled the air.


    Tobias walked toward the beast with blade out. Memories flooded into him of battles fought through the ages. He looked at the Ravoclaw with pity.


    This clearly isn¡¯t you. Am I even me? It¡¯s hard to figure, with all the voices and memories. We will release it from its torment. Wait, what did I mean by we?


    Tobias readied the blade across his face as he charged. Like he had done this before. Across countless battlefields and worlds. The black tendrils from the Ravoclaw detached and swung. Tendons tightened and bleed as they squeezed. With Tobias dodging out of the it lowered its head to counter. The single remaining tusk from their encounter on the derelict boat pointed at him. Rusted yet sharp. The red and black eyes of Archveil looked at him with fury. Tobias swung out Gywrdd once more to the right of the creature¡¯s mouth. The blow struck. Inside its mouth he swung and dragged the blade through the side of its mouth. Screeches of pain rose. Black blood spilled out from the wound. Tobias swung around violently. Scattering more blood across the room.


    In a rage it continued to swing at him. Even though it had lost a lot of blood, it kept on. Gywrdd dug into its steel claws as they clashed. With both pushing, the sword sliced through the middle. The claws did find their mark however and got a good slash on his upper torso. With his arms covered in thick dragon scales, he took his left hand and dug into the beast face where the tusk was. Three claws took grip on its brown and rusted tusk. Agonizing pains rang out as the tusk was removed. Tobias chucked it away.


    With half of its front paw missing from the strike, it stood on its back legs. Its fork tongue came out. Lusting for blood, as it had murdered the sailor attempting to escape. Tobias took hold of it. Like a wild bull it tried to shake free. Firm in his grasp, Tobias kept the beast from moving too much.


    Time to rest for good. Tobias sliced up and through the Ravoclaws neck. Its head detached easily. Gwyrdd ate through it like it was a fickle leaf. With a pool of black blood, the rest of the Ravoclaw collapsed. The wires inside flailed frantically to connect. Unable to find connections, they fell dead into liquid below, right under the severed head.


    Lydon was out of breath. He bent over and struck the ground with his fist. Both the orange and purples fell from his now torn up shirt. Tremors from the ground rocked him. One crystal in each hand he struggled to his feet. The sea behind him kept flashing from blue waters, to a black oily hellscape. The sky above cracked. Just like when He and Tobias found themselves running from the world they stumbled into. This time spires of black littered the area. Countless eyes watched from obelisk.


    Bodies hung or staked upon the top. From humans to giant whales. Octopus like creatures emerging from wounds. All the while, the Aeon Divider kept making motions with its boney hands. Its smile became more sinister as Tobias approached; blade drawn. Lydon summoned the last of his energy. He had a feeling he would lose Tobias if the two started to fight. Hell, not just him. Everyone, and everything would be lost. Orange light flickered along the ground as he ran.


    A flash of orange raced past Tobias. Lydon a few steps behind him, ran out threw the crystal.


    ¡°Like hell that little thing will actually do something.¡±


    Tentacles curiously picked it up, as it harmlessly bounced off. It brought the crystal up in front of its teeth. The rose opened as the mouth. An eyeball peered from inside the Aeon Dividers mouth. It cradled the crystal in its eyes and the manic laughter began again.


    ¡°The work of Dracofynth no doubt. I can taste the desperation lingering behind.¡± The laughs grew into a cacophony. From underneath the eyeball a sickly pale pink tongue licked the crystal. The eye turned its focus to Eralar and Melaine in the back.


    ¡°Suppose I will leave you a gift. Enjoy.¡± The Aeon Dividers fingers moved in specific motions. Eralar gasped and came to. New symbols etched into her flesh as the Divider cackled.


    ¡°So, primitive yet effective. Till our next skirmish.¡±


    Mocking laughter continued. Orange light began shrouding the entity before them. Vanishing in an instant. Only the sound of waves hitting the rocks remained. The idol ones fell silent again. Their bodies corroded into an unrecognizable heap.


    Exhaling from cover within the ruins, a scope that had been trained on the group for some time, went dark. Tobias had attempted to strike, but it had been too late. With the battle seemingly ending, his body gave way after taking a couple steps. Onyx ran up to him but stopped. He looked at Tobias like he was someone else entirely. Lydon came up and gave him a nudge.


    Tobias came back to his senses. Green light had blindfolded him. Nearly taking him to slumber. With weary eyes he nodded at Lydon. Onyx, recognizing the glint got closer. Fingers ran through the dog¡¯s fur, gently scratching behind his ears.


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry buddy. Still here.¡±