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.
Exhaustion. Elevation. Electrocution
Breathing sounds resounded slowly from a dimly lit corridor—a couple of meters long. Its tune, crooked and roughed, quite akin to starving street dogs. A heavy mist seeped from that same source, emitting from a mouth… rotten to the core.
"Intruders… Humans… Source."
Those red eyes sprung open in the shadows, harsh breaths coming to a stop, pausing for a passing moment as the person glared out from the abyss.
The figure crept back into its shadows. Only the monotone noise of its step resounded. The feeling it left was of the unreal. A sin upon existence itself.
…
"What the hell is that?" Eltic exclaimed with his eye agape, as he stared at the cube that appeared from thin air.
The object just floated above: not doing anything of worth. Yet the energy it wielded proved it wanted to do something.
It needed a switch, only a simple command for all heavens to break loose.