Arcanist Tales
“The tale never ends, until a hero conquers the demons. May science and will prevail.” *** Alistair Neon Percival. The True Apostle of the Luminiferous Aêther, The Reckless, The Defender of all Beings, Self proclaimed king of emotional blackmail, Reborn in the year 1980 NC. His goal? To be the strongest and attain all magical, scientific, and economical knowledge in the world! However, with the flames of war staining the vast world, soldiers bidding their family farewell, and kingdoms of the realm butting heads to see who has the biggest stick. Institutions on the rise, large and small, each competing for benefits while experimenting on the common populace in the name of science. This is the tales of the Alistair, the practitioner of all things Arcane and most especially. The Apostle Of Aether. Note: contains strong themes of violence, real world knowledge, and slightly opinionated narration.
A death in the squad
In a gloomy, dim location, flashes of light sliced through the air, painting a canvas of blood and guts on walls. Screams of pain and countless curses echoed after. Yet, the streaks of death were unmoving. It did not stop until the beings hiding in the dark had perished.
The wails of sorrow continued as the streak kept on, striking a deep dread for any who listened—to any who dared to listen.
The cries soon succumbed to unseen might, softening to inaudible lengths, and never to be seen in sight.
Only the thumps of falling objects reverberated, and the final painful grunt of a dying man, clinging to goals he lost.
The shade of darkness soon faded, and the humanoid outline could be seen on the ground, motionless. They lay on the cold floor like a corpse, and the person's fresh blood flowed out of their injuries and submerged their figure.
The mysterious person was none order than–Hakakama,