“And it is thee who has become blinded by thy own ego.”
Vayne moved back and gained distance between him and Xander, taking a long sigh. The machine shifted, its wing-like appendages adjusted and spread outwards.
“Enough, it seems negotiation is pointless at this juncture. Perhaps it is best to see, so that you may believe.”
Vayne pulled out a stick-like object from behind his chair, and raised it up to his mouth. The mouthpiece of his mask shifted open, and he placed the device to his lips.
“Defend me.”
He gave a simple command as the surrounding Angelois broke off from their engagements and surrounded his machine, intercepting the incoming gun slaves, and if necessary, taking hits for him.
“Let this be the Requiem of the End.”
He took a breath and began to blow into the device, a deep sound resonating from the hollow pipe. It was a dark and ominous tune that eerily resounded throughout the arctic plains, bearing the sound for all present to hear. Magical circles took form at the base of Vayne’s machine, as prana slowly swelled around the machine, the energy making its way to grave levels of presence; the gravity of it enough to stop most men cold in their tracks. At the first listening, all of the Crescentian soldiers stopped what they were doing and turned to Vayne’s machine.
“He wouldn’t…”
Wakaya murmured to himself, eyes wide and mouth agape in response to the flute-like sound.
The ground began to shake, and the air seemingly began to swirl, a strong current wrapping itself around the mostly buried El Millenium. The tremors gradually grew more and more intense, the ice below beginning to crack and its integrity beginning to fail. Chunks of land began to crumble and descend below, what was once a flat land becoming a logistical nightmare of uneven terrain. Any nearby machinery would give way and fall into the cracks of the land, likely to never be seen again.
The sensors on all machines present would begin shouting alarms at their pilots, the Dimensional Energy signature of the El Millenium beginning to rapidly skyrocket. It then all slowly began to accumulate, as the crystalline giant itself began to stir, the ice and land around it crumbling and melting, revealing more of its massive form.
“Xander, if you value your life, you need to get away right now.”
Wakaya tried to speak calmly, but one could easily tell the panic his voice held.
“Knights, we need to get away as far as possible! Vayne is trying to awaken El Millenium!”
He ordered his knights, as they began to disperse and move away from the giant being roused from its long slumber.
Arcs of Dimensional Energy began to crackle around the giant, lashing out at any and all that was near it. The beast’s power continued to rise, seemingly no end in sight for just exactly how much energy the thing had, likely beyond anything previously recorded in earth’s records. Vayne could sense it, he could feel it, the countless souls of the departed; the fury and rage from within the beast beginning to stir, beginning to move.
“Now… Sing, El Millenium.”
Vayne’s voice was heard once more, and then never again.
What came following his command was a blinding white light that lasted for what seemed like an eternity. A howling roar could be heard briefly, but it was quickly overshadowed by a deafening ringing sound resounded in the heads of all present, this seemingly cataclysmic event that robbed all of their senses.
What seemed like an eternity was perhaps but a few minutes in real-time, as the light began to subside and the ringing sound began to fade. What remained in the area was no longer ice, no longer the arctic, but rather an entire landscape that stretched for miles, composed of naught but prismatic crystals that all seemingly had the light faded out of them. There were no indicators, no signs of what this place looked like before; no signs save for El Millenium itself, seemingly once again having returned to its slumber.
Looking around, Xander would find that the Knights, whose numbers were seven before; only three were present. What exactly happened to the remaining four was but a mystery.
“Hm…”
The Black Angeloi floated in the distance, looking over the reformed land.
“The theory is correct, but it seems it still needs some refinement.”
He gave a brief chuckle and a smirk.
“But this was a good test nonetheless.”
Vayne moved back and gained distance between him and Xander, taking a long sigh. The machine shifted, its wing-like appendages adjusted and spread outwards.
“Enough, it seems negotiation is pointless at this juncture. Perhaps it is best to see, so that you may believe.”
Vayne pulled out a stick-like object from behind his chair, and raised it up to his mouth. The mouthpiece of his mask shifted open, and he placed the device to his lips.
“Defend me.”
He gave a simple command as the surrounding Angelois broke off from their engagements and surrounded his machine, intercepting the incoming gun slaves, and if necessary, taking hits for him.
“Let this be the Requiem of the End.”
He took a breath and began to blow into the device, a deep sound resonating from the hollow pipe. It was a dark and ominous tune that eerily resounded throughout the arctic plains, bearing the sound for all present to hear. Magical circles took form at the base of Vayne’s machine, as prana slowly swelled around the machine, the energy making its way to grave levels of presence; the gravity of it enough to stop most men cold in their tracks. At the first listening, all of the Crescentian soldiers stopped what they were doing and turned to Vayne’s machine.
“He wouldn’t…”
Wakaya murmured to himself, eyes wide and mouth agape in response to the flute-like sound.
The ground began to shake, and the air seemingly began to swirl, a strong current wrapping itself around the mostly buried El Millenium. The tremors gradually grew more and more intense, the ice below beginning to crack and its integrity beginning to fail. Chunks of land began to crumble and descend below, what was once a flat land becoming a logistical nightmare of uneven terrain. Any nearby machinery would give way and fall into the cracks of the land, likely to never be seen again.
The sensors on all machines present would begin shouting alarms at their pilots, the Dimensional Energy signature of the El Millenium beginning to rapidly skyrocket. It then all slowly began to accumulate, as the crystalline giant itself began to stir, the ice and land around it crumbling and melting, revealing more of its massive form.
“Xander, if you value your life, you need to get away right now.”
Wakaya tried to speak calmly, but one could easily tell the panic his voice held.
“Knights, we need to get away as far as possible! Vayne is trying to awaken El Millenium!”
He ordered his knights, as they began to disperse and move away from the giant being roused from its long slumber.
Arcs of Dimensional Energy began to crackle around the giant, lashing out at any and all that was near it. The beast’s power continued to rise, seemingly no end in sight for just exactly how much energy the thing had, likely beyond anything previously recorded in earth’s records. Vayne could sense it, he could feel it, the countless souls of the departed; the fury and rage from within the beast beginning to stir, beginning to move.
“Now… Sing, El Millenium.”
Vayne’s voice was heard once more, and then never again.
What came following his command was a blinding white light that lasted for what seemed like an eternity. A howling roar could be heard briefly, but it was quickly overshadowed by a deafening ringing sound resounded in the heads of all present, this seemingly cataclysmic event that robbed all of their senses.
What seemed like an eternity was perhaps but a few minutes in real-time, as the light began to subside and the ringing sound began to fade. What remained in the area was no longer ice, no longer the arctic, but rather an entire landscape that stretched for miles, composed of naught but prismatic crystals that all seemingly had the light faded out of them. There were no indicators, no signs of what this place looked like before; no signs save for El Millenium itself, seemingly once again having returned to its slumber.
Looking around, Xander would find that the Knights, whose numbers were seven before; only three were present. What exactly happened to the remaining four was but a mystery.
“Hm…”
The Black Angeloi floated in the distance, looking over the reformed land.
“The theory is correct, but it seems it still needs some refinement.”
He gave a brief chuckle and a smirk.
“But this was a good test nonetheless.”
