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.
Alive
Every person had left these tunnels. In ways both metaphorical and in ways spiritual.
Yet, the two of Eltic and Alistair remained, but not of their own volition. They weren't daring enough to move under the watch of these machines.
If each of these exploded simultaneously, no amount of devoted prayers or magical sky lord shall save their lives.
Therefore, they could decide to face this pack of machines, or go after the falling cave and be buried in this endless white sand. The choices were—wonderful.
Alistair, with a look of fear, said: "Eltic, are you able to use that phasing ability again, or are you exhausted?"
"I can, but at any time, I might faint, and you know what might happen."
"Shit." Alistair cursed, gritting his teeth and balling his fist. This situation could not be any worse. They were so close, just a little more, and escape at last.