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.
This might be Gotham
The entire squad made their way to Elina's home. The neighborhood she resided in was not exactly the safe kind, especially alone at night...
Furthermore, the last few people daring enough to do so could later be seen as unidentified remains.
"En el abrazo de la muerte, hallaron su verdad." In the embrace of death, they unearthed their truth.
And even during the day, riots and conflict took precedence in this district. Everywhere the squad looked, a robbery or two transpired.
Elina sighed and said, "It's even worse than before we left." Her gaze took a despaired look upon seeing the livid state her community morphed into.
In the past, the district was akin to chilly, foul-smelling shit, truly an eyesore. Nowadays, it's more like a scorching, intense shit—a nuclear biohazard that physically makes you stay away.
"This situation will soon die down," Issac answered. "It's only a tem—"