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.
See all, and see nothing
Draft draft
As Adrian's 'second' 3rd-dimensional body roamed to 'heaven' with Saint, Xin Shangji, Adrian pulled out a sword from the water, and the previously rusty-looking sword changed. It now looked like an imperial arm, ready to enact justice to unsuspecting foes.
The golden sky dimmed, but it didn't disappear. And the mountains shone under the bright glare of the sun. All this acted as a foreshadowing of what would come next.
A spatial gate- a place not known, but the practitioners who took part of their time to come here will soon find out; they each soared to the location, and the gate of the Qun family also opened; there are certain times when you have to face risks for benefits.
Qun Jian took the lead; his temperamental aura was a sight to behold, well, to people that cared-- that.
And not Adrian.
Adrian teleported to his location and hit him in the face.