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.
Paths have crossed once again
The banging of a table echoed, appliances rolling to the ground. Incessant yells of 'whys' and questions in 'hows.'
"How did they survive?!" Antonio screamed with an expressionless facade.
The mouth roared, but the face stood still, eyes undisturbed. The mind, however, was in a confusion like no other. It recollected those plans formed and became muddled.
Failure.
Most targets survived the suicide mission given, which was a scenario Antonio never expected to occur. Their use value had run dry; having those rebellious elements was risky to his life and regime.
They needed to die.
"... Taros, have you found their whereabouts?" Antonio calmly asked with a smile on his face.
In reply, dark tendrils drilled through the ground and gathered on a chair. The shadow began to knit a humanoid entity, effaced.