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.
FIGHT EVEN HARDER…
Alistair, Alistar had underestimated himself.
He had underestimated what happened when death and source energy-fueled human bombs mixed. The aftermath.
A calm wave first spread, harmless, before a growing ball of light arose from nothing itself.
It was not harmless.
Its arrival caused earth to wail and wind to cease living. This dark and misty energy enveloped the 'Aroth-Valent' soldiers, dragging them to its magenta-ed abyss.
Within its grasp, skins coiled and twisted, vessels exploded crimson, and bones directly devolved to dust. Existence and life dwindled… until nothing.
The sphere charged itself with those destroyed existences. It grew stronger, encompassing.
The dilapidated field crumbled more and more, returning to its base constituents.
Steel and stone were its final form.
Nothing could stop the wave—before it struck the barrier.