Flare of the Morning Star
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PART II: ALL OR NOTHING
It was the final, desperate day. A day of a turning road in his paths of fate.
For without interference, without trickery… Felix may, perhaps, have been able to soar into a new life of happiness after obtaining a sense of peace.
But of course not.
This IS Felix, after all.
{Lalivero
November 3rd, 2020T
6:30 A.M.}
[He felt it before he saw it.]
[He woke with a start, remembering—]
[He lashed out against it, still only half-awake, hearing a resounding crash of rock against stone.
He staggered out of his room, suddenly sickened by memories. Memories of—]
“{LOOK OUT!}”
[He lashed out again, clutching at his head—another crash—]
“Felix!”
[Dream? Dream?]
“You’re not dreaming, Felix! We’re under attack!”
“?!”
[He wasn’t given time to question it—there was a loud clattering noise as something hit the city walls with tremendous force.
He rushed back inside, donning his full armor as the noise continued. When he returned outside again, he was joined by the Beastmaster, similarly geared up.]
“{What’s going on here?}”
[He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t speak.]
“{Something’s hittin’ ya from the southwest!}”
[For once, he was grateful Echo could speak his mind.]
“{From the WEST? There’s nothing but river there, with cliffsides! Even Proxans know that you can’t cross that junction!}”
[Echo hopped, voicing Felix’s own rising agitation.]
“ ‘{Did Proxans come here with war machines!? No! Only the likes of a siege engine has enough power to hurl boulders like an Adept!}’ “
[The sound of the alarm rang out in the city, and his heart sank further.]
“ ‘{Guard the southern gate! There’s only one place these attacks could be coming from; the peninsula to the south!}’ “
[He grabbed his cloak, a sense of urgency rising. Organized chaos poured around them, but he heeded it not; Sheba had it under control, and he had to focus against—]
[Felix used BURST!]
CRACK!
[There was a hail of large rocks as the small boulder that had been headed for the city was shattered by his defensive use of Psynergy. The two of them ran faster toward the river, with Felix taking to the skies.
Sure enough, as he soared closer, he could see them below—]
“!?!!!”
[But the troops he saw were nowhere near the most disturbing sight that met his eyes.]
[There was a bridge across the river, from the western bank to the peninsula in question. Just where they never would notice, not until it were too late.]
“!”
[His thoughts were disrupted as a rain of arrows came whistling up at him.
Instinct took over, and Arizona swerved sharply before taking a steep dive.]
[Felix used GRANITE!]
[The two of them glowed gold, the Djinn swirling around them as they went right for the enemy.
Several of the arrows found score, but the power of the barrier made them shatter. As for his part…]
[Felix used FORCE!]
[The war machines were knocked over in a massive lash, crashing into those manning them. Arizona shrieked in agitation and sent out a burst of fire, setting them ablaze.]
“Hgh—!”
[An arrow had found score in his shoulder, and the force behind it was enough to knock him down.
Arizona, however, snatched him almost immediately—and Felix directed a blast of aggressive energy their way.]
[Felix used MOTHER GAIA!]
[When the very ground erupted in jets of explosive energy, the remaining forces that managed to avoid the direct blast realized they were up against something that had sufficient strength to overpower them entirely. Horns of retreat sounded, and Felix was let down amidst the rubble.
His shoulder was burning—it was enough to let him know that the arrow had been coated in some sort of poisonous mixture, something that would affect him much worse if he weren’t a Venus Adept. As much as it hurt, he wasn’t sure he could remove it cleanly.
And he had more important things to worry about.]
[Felix used LASH!]
[He hadn’t been fast enough to prevent the retreat, but it was enough to tear out the ropes holding the bridge together, sending the logs tumbling down into the currents beneath. There were more horns, but no further backlash—so he took a moment to stop and breathe.]
“{You okay there, Boss?}”
[He pulled himself to his feet, glowing with brimming Psynergy. The wound would need to be staunched quickly—and he undoubtedly needed to conserve his energy.]
“{Don’t tell me you plan to chase after them.}”
[Of course he did. He had to see how many there were—and drive them off, or else they’d have to deal with this again.]
«You can’t just hope that tyrants go away and leave you alone. It just doesn’t work like that.»
[The dawn was breaking, now. Stealth wouldn’t be an option. They knew he could fly, so he was going to have to choose a different route.]
«Take me across the river. Then, I’m going to need you to take some things back to the others.»
“{I don’t like where this is going!}”
[He couldn’t see them having brought much more than a few hundred men. It would take a fair amount of manpower to build a bridge, after all, but it was still a ways away from the nearest stronghold.
And yet.
And yet, that didn’t explain the distinct feeling of deadly peril he was getting from across the water.]
«I don’t know what I’ll find there. I don’t want to take the risk of losing the Alchemy artifacts.»
[The phoenix screeched and glowered at him.]
“{Don’t be such an ape of a mammal! If you believe there may be sufficient power to overtake you, the least you can do—you mortal fool!—is to heal your wounds and bare your heart! Even the mightiest of empires across all time cannot build a sturdy bridge in such a short span of time! Take advantage of what time you have earned!}”
“…”
[He didn’t say anything in response, merely opting to disperse the both of them into a swirl of energy spheres.]
{Lalivero
7:30 A.M.}
“{…expected you’d try something rash. For the love of Mars—it HAS to be that Mars in you that makes you so IMPULSIVE in the WORST possible times!}”
[Felix kept an unamused and unmoved expression as he pressed a hand to the wound, glowing with healing Psynergy now that the arrow had been removed.
The Beastmaster was standing over him, holding the arrow in one hand.]
“{You know that having a second only works when you BRING the second, hmm?}”
“{Do you want to be carried by Arizona, Beastmaster?}”
“{If that’s what it’ll take, then that’s what it takes! I am not letting you go across the river entirely by yourself. It’d be an absolute disgrace to the both of us if I did.}”
“…”
“…”
[The Proxan’s expression changed to a less aggressive form of exasperation, before cooling off into pity.]
“{Felix, please. You can’t take everything onto yourself by yourself. Yours is a bitter fate, to hold the responsibility to lead others into peril. That is the task that has been assigned to you. You cannot try to avoid it again by attempting to take it all on by yourself. And I know that is hard.}”
[Felix stood, resting his free arm against the wall and closing his eyes.]
“{When I led Jenna and Sheba into battle, it was because we had no choice. There was nowhere they could go, and my path led into danger. With Piers… we needed him, and he agreed to take our roads. But never… sweet Mercy, I never wanted it to come to this…}”
[The Proxan heaved a silent sigh, but Felix continued.]
“{I’m trying, Darzul, but it’s… it takes time to grow and heal. We should both be grateful I had enough presence of mind to stop and think things over even the slightest, and then to accept good counsel.}”
[He looked up.]
“{I want you to think very carefully before giving any advice or making any demands, Beastmaster.}”
“{I’m listening.}”
“{There have to be more forces across the river. I sense Death, in a way more potent than what a small group could bring. There is some real threat over the water, with enough men and resources to build a bridge and… and those machines that could hurl stone and large arrows.}”
“{I’m still listening.}”
“{Keeping both of us shielded will drain me faster. Same to be said for healing. If there is a conflict, the MORE people there are, the FASTER I tire and the less I can do. And you are not a Healer.}”
“{…I see. You fear that if it is a situation that requires a defensive component, the extra strain would result in greater weakness that would not have been present if you were alone. For once, I start to understand, and things begin to make more sense. If that is the case, then I urge you to let someone else serve as healer, so that you can focus your power into other things.}”
“{…Kalora…}”
“{NOW you begin to understand, don’t you?}”
“{That would leave Prox without a Warrior leader!}”
“{We can handle our own for a few days, Felix!}”
“{If both of us fall, then the lines of Warriors will die out completely! The Mars Clan will cease to exist as a proper Clan, and your power will wane—at the worst possible time!}”
[Darzul tossed aside the arrow so he could put both his hands on Felix’s shoulders.]
“{My advice to you is to trust that Kalora has already helped address that problem. I can say with some degree of certainty that one of the best ways I can see for you to address this is for both Orynar and Kalora to come here.}”
[Felix frowned in thought at this.]
“{…Kalora wouldn’t mind an almost exclusively supporting role, if that’s something you’re worried about. You’ve seen for yourself how good she is in that position. And you’d benefit from the strength she can provide. Orynar can serve as the second offense-based Psynergy user, ready to assist retreat if need be.}”
“{If I give one of them the Teleport Lapis… will they be willing and able to retreat if need be?}”
“{Of course, though I don’t like that tone suggesting you intend to be left behind. That’s not how this works.}”
[Felix looked up with a very serious expression.]
“{Darzul, you have never seen me unleash my full power, and you weren’t there when Venus Lighthouse was lit. So I forgive you for this. But you truly don’t know exactly how bad it could get if I have to use my strength to its greatest capacity.}”
“…”
[The Proxan frowned at this.]
“{What, are you saying that it would affect those with you as well?}”
[Felix gave an exasperated expression.]
“{Yes, it would! Unleashing the power of the Morning Star is not a precision-strike movement! All of her harshest forms of channeling are such that decimates a wide area! For Life’s SAKE! I caused entire LANDSLIDES when I was young just out of getting worked up! Do you have any idea what could happen?! I don’t, not really, and that’s a grave thing to take into consideration!}”
[The Beastmaster drew back at this, putting a hand to his face as he brooded over this new information.]
“…”
[And then, he looked up, a pained expression of understanding on his face.
For he understood, now, even if Felix didn’t really yet know on his conscious mind—
After having been a source of destruction that harmed those close to him already—the lighting of Venus Lighthouse almost killing Sheba, the mighty power wielded having killed his parents—he didn’t want to suffer such a weight of guilt again.
And he almost paled as he considered what COULD happen if Sheba came with them and were harmed. He was quite sure Felix might literally lose his sanity if she were deeply injured.
And he honestly doubted that even he, Orynar, and Kalora combined wouldn’t make a dent in what would come of Felix’s rage overtaking him… what would come of the energy inside him overpowering his human form and mind.
On some level, Felix knew all of this. And he felt trapped by his own power, which—when put under mental strain—took all of his will to keep in check.
Darzul let out a heavy sigh, smoke curling through clenched teeth as his dragon features shifted into narrowed eyes.]
“{You’re going to need to talk to Sheba about this.}”
[He turned to face his friend again.]
“{She is the Lady of Lalivero, and she knows your capabilities better than anyone else you might speak to. Maybe even better than you can safely judge. This is her town, so she should have a say in how you plan to deal with this piece of information. And you? You’ll listen to her.}”
[It wasn’t so much said as a command or a threat, but rather an observation of fact.]
“…”
[Felix stood.]
“{Then let’s go hold counsel.}”
{Lalivero
8:00 A.M.}
“You’re not going by yourself.”
“…”
[Felix watched as Sheba took a few slow steps around the room.]
“If it is something you can handle alone, then it would still be wise for others to be there. And if not… then by definition, you will need help. If you intend to by using Psynergy, then you will need assistance to keep you from weariness. AND assistance to take your place as healer.”
[She glanced over, lowering her eyelids to an unimpressed look at the Beastmaster.]
“Felix is a wanted man in Tolbi because of what Proxans did. The use of fire especially. It would make things worse for him to be openly seen with multiple Proxans.”
[Darzul spread his hands apart.]
“Lady d’Lalivero, does it really matter what they think if the main threat they pose is on the battlefield? They already hold resentment; it’s not as if holding back will help, here.”
“I will not have any of you starting an inferno. No. I respect your other Warrior’s abilities as a healer who can hold her own… and within a dynamic that Felix and I knew for years, she would be able to fill a role. Doing this, however, is a risky move to make. Risky to your own defenses as well as risky to your culture.”
[She looked up at Felix.]
“I don’t even have to use Mind Read to read your mind on this one. Based on what the two of you have told me, you intend for the Teleport Lapis be used to take me out of danger.”
[She shook her head, an unmoved (but unbothered) look on her face.]
“I will not abandon my people, and I will not allow anyone to take me against my will ever again, Felix. That is not how this is going to work.”
“…”
[She resumed her very slow pacing.]
“We will go out to meet them.”
“{What?}”
[She looked over her shoulder at Darzul.]
“If I ride out to speak with them, they will not attack on sight. They will think to capture us and to bring us into their camp, and then we will be brought before their greatest commander. Then, I will be able to speak with them. And more importantly, I will be able to use Mind Read.”
[Felix spread his hands apart, taking on an urgently adversarial argumentative pose.]
“Sheba, if we are ‘captured’, in truth or in ruse, they will almost certainly separate the two of us. If I am to be at my greatest power, I must have the Sol Blade on my person.”
“You can have it in your bag. And they won’t separate us if you act as my ‘translator’.”
“That won’t work. They know you speak their language.”
[She gave a soft laugh.]
“Ha! No, they don’t! I never let that on while I was captive there. There was always a translator at hand when they wanted to speak with me. And besides—they won’t know who I am until we are well into the camp. They expect some timid, frail, submissive creature—not a Hero, daughter of Yegelos.”
[She turned to face Felix.]
“If you and I are to hold the south together, Felix, then you can be my guard. We shall make a striking pair, you and I; and they will answer to the might of the Anemos, if nothing else.”
[Darzul raised a hand.]
“I have an observation to make.”
“Yes?”
“It’s been how long since Felix routed them?”
“…At least an hour, probably more. Why?”
“They know that there is a powerful Adept capable of flight. Even if they don’t know it’s Felix, they probably are expecting an attack. Felix wasn’t satisfied with dispersing them, but went to the effort of forcing them into a retreat.”
“And?”
“Frankly, Lady Sheba, your idea might work if it were not for the fact that I am quite certain they have already retreated an hour’s march further West, back toward whatever their nearest camp might be. You will find no horses across the water, and if you approach by air, you will be recognized as a threat and attacked on sight. This leaves you an hour behind to start with, and even as you advance, they will retreat. You might go all day without even catching sight of them. And once you do, it shall be in a place where they have a defensible position.”
[Sheba frowned at this, thinking it over. Darzul looked over at Felix.]
“Diplomacy is ideal, but even Proxans will have a large group of Scholars with them when attempting to lead a peaceful discussion. Trickery could be effective, but it is the most treacherous of paths. I do not recommend this at all. Not until you are sure of what you are facing.”
[Felix held a hand to his face, thinking this over.]
“Well, if we are taking a path that’s not {[the dragons’ road]}, then the best thing to do would be to make it a scouting mission.”
“Now that’s more reasonable and feasible. And we can help. Even if it could take all day. As long as we’re smart about it, we should be able to all keep out of sight.”
“Since when did I say you were coming, Beastmaster?”
“Felix brought me here for moral support. And you and I both know he’ll be less distracted if he feels there are options that ensure you are not left entirely alone in the case of disaster.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“This really would work better with horses if we wanted the chance for an expedient retreat. I don’t suppose you have a way of making a bridge?”
[Felix gave an exasperated sigh and slipped his fingers into his hair, thinking back on the several times he was obliged to do so on their journeys.]
“I do, actually… so we might as well get ready. If you’re right about them retreating, then we may have a long day ahead of us.”
{Northern Gondowan
4:15 P.M.}
“I really would have thought we’d see something by now.”
“Something other than tracks, at any rate.”
“Yes.”
[Felix glanced up at the sky, frowning.
The sun was low in the sky, now. There was only about an hour of daylight left.]
“…If we don’t find them by nightfall, that will require we either make camp or turn back.”
[He was already imagining the process of starting a campfire, making a shelter. It would be rather cold…]
“Making a fire so close to an enemy encampment is very dangerous.”
“I’m aware of that. But what would the alternative be? We should take shifts, not force you to keep things warm.”
[The Proxan gave an unreadable expression at this, before turning away.]
“…I guess I forget how sensitive you are to cold.”
[Felix lowered his eyelids slightly at this, picking up on the fact it wasn’t the other man’s first answer.
He chose not to dwell on it, though, as he was pretty sure he wouldn’t like the answer if his friend had gone to the effort of avoiding speaking his mind in such a grave situation.]
“If I’d believed we’d be traveling into the night, I would have brought more robust supplies.”
“I suggest we stop here for a while.”
[Felix looked over at Sheba.]
“We’ve been riding for hours. Surely the horses could use a rest?”
[The Proxan gave an amused and proud grin.]
“It’d take more than that to tire out a Proxan war horse! But, perhaps you’re right. We do want them rested and fresh enough to take off if we find ourselves in need of an expedient retreat! Or a charge, as the case may be.”
“The three of us against an entire encampment? During a scouting mission?? Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Oh really now? Says the man who has the instincts of a Minotaur.”
[Sheba gave an amused huff at this, leading to Felix making an unamused expression.
Still, the three of them came to a halt. While Darzul busied himself tending to the horses, Felix used Psynergy to make the site both more comfortable and more defensible.
Within a few minutes, the three of them were all sitting down, with Felix distributing some jerky and bread.]
“{You seem distracted.}”
[Felix didn’t look up at this. Darzul blinked at the use of the Lalivero language, but quickly decided to busy himself with feeding the bird of prey that was with him.
Felix frowned slightly.]
“{I suppose I am.}”
“{Why don’t you tell me about what we’ll do after this is over, then?}”
[He looked up.]
“{Because I can’t foresee what exactly we’re up against. I don’t know what the future might look like. I don’t know if I’ll be in it.}”
[He had to tell her, didn’t he? After all, she could literally read his mind.]
“{I have seen Pride be the downfall of great Warriors, Sheba. The last words of my successor were… he asked how they could lose. And his cohort… she noted how they were superior in every way, but were still defeated.}”
[He clenched a hand into a fist.]
“{I don’t want to make that same mistake of overconfidence. Arrogance is deadly.}”
[He took her hand in his and turned to look her in the eye.]
“{Sheba… the only thing I know for certain is that they won’t get to Lalivero again. You will be safe, even if that’s by being in the eye of the storm.}”
[She put a hand to his face.]
“{Safety is more than just absence of injury, Felix. Safety is being able to travel as you will, to talk to whomever you please, to host whomever you like, to show kindness to anybody, to speak your mind without fear, to be generous without anxiety. To build in peace, to celebrate in tranquility.}”
[He closed his eyes as she continued.]
“{If you don’t want to talk about it until later, then I understand. Just don’t lose sight of it, alright?}”
[He could see it. He could hear it. Oh, it was so, so close. So close that it hurt.
More than anything else right now, he just didn’t want to lose it.
He wanted to go home. Home, now, where his friends were. He wanted to prepare feasts before the fire, with rich spices and a bounty so plentiful that all would have their fill.]
He just wanted for this madness to end. For the sun to rise, to celebrate their deliverance from such a dark, oppressive shadow.
To dance, to laugh, to sing.]
«Sheba…»
«I promise you, I haven’t lost sight of it.»
[He closed his eyes and held her close.]
«The desire and determination to return to living those days again is the main thing that keeps me going.»
{Northern Gondowan
5:00 P.M.}
[After a long day of preparation and riding, Felix had almost begun to wonder if they’d actually managed to drive them off entirely.]
“Is it just me, or is that smoke in the distance?”
[Felix squinted and looked to the horizon.
Sure enough—faint, but present—there was distinct smoke somewhere far ahead of them.]
“They must be settling down for the night, then. I imagine they’ll have patrols.”
“I don’t doubt that. We should be wary of leaving the cover of the forest, though.”
“Are we going to continue with Cloak, then? The sun’s setting.”
“No… not exactly, anyway. I want to get an aerial view.”
“You’ll be highly visible.”
“I meant from the mountains. I don’t have time to climb there. Besides, if I need to cause a landslide to block off the road, then…”
“Well if that’s your intention, then the rest of us should turn back.”
“I’m not leaving him behind. I can use Hover to fly alongside him.”
“Sheba, landslides can be very unpredictable. I would feel better if you kept a bit of distance so I had room to work.”
“Oh, so that’s your definite plan now, then?”
“Yes. Last time I caused a landslide—which WAS an accident, mind you—it took them several months to clear it out. By then, it would be winter. They can’t keep troops stationed this far out for that long; the food and fuel supplies would be far too expensive to maintain.”
“Felix, the pass in the Silk Road was much narrower than the valleys between these mountain ranges.”
“True, but the path they took doesn’t take up the whole valley. Don’t underestimate what I can do.”
[Darzul brought his horse to a halt.]
“Well, in that case… I’ll wait here for you two doves to return. The horses will get spooked, and this is probably as close as we can get while being out of range of a natural disaster.”
“I need to do this by myself.”
“Felix—”
“I mean it, Sheba. If nothing else, I would like it if we didn’t leave one of my best friends by themselves in hostile territory. If there’s anyone behind us, I don’t want us to get flanked and taken by surprise.”
“…Alright. But only because you have a point.”
“Thank you. Now—”
“But I need you to promise you aren’t going to intentionally go after them by yourself.”
“I promise.”
{5:15 P.M.}
[The sun had set by the time he reached his vantage point.]
“Oh my Stars…”
[There were thousands of them. Tens of thousands, surely.]
“Sheba…”
[Thoughts were racing. Trying, trying to think of options.
And there was only really one option.
With this many people, even blocking the road would not be enough.]
“Arizona, I’m going to need to land.”
“{You ARE crazy.}”
“Tell me something we don’t know.”
“{What is your plan, exactly?}”
[It wasn’t enough; he had to do something drastic, and he had to do it quickly.]
“You aren’t going to like this. Just take me up to a harsh dive; I’ll benefit from the force of momentum with this.”
[As they climbed up into the air, he looked out at the last rays of the setting sun.
It was strange how calm he felt in this moment, knowing what he was about to attempt.
And Time itself seemed so slow as they reached the peak of the climb and started diving down.]
“{Last chance to change your mind!}”
[There was nothing for it. He had no choice—the forest in the south and the river near the city would have turned away most opponents, but it served only as an inconvenience and a source of resources to an army practicing scorched-earth tactics.]
“Not happening, this time!”
[The rush of adrenaline was filling him with even more energy, even as he felt disassociated from his own feelings.
It wasn’t going to be enough to just cut them off with a landslide; that would only delay the problem for a few weeks. No… for something this drastic, he would need much more. Much, much more.
For this, he was going to have to move mountains.]
<FLX to ALL >: > -Abrupt blast of adrenaline rush fear, thrill, apology, and warning-
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[All at once, there were deafening sounds as dozens of enchanted watches went off simultaneously.]
CURRENT STATUS: MORTAL PERIL
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[He jumped down, bringing his hands down to SLAM on the ground, sending out a massive shockwave.
But that was nothing compared to what came next.]
[It started as a low rumble. A distant sound, as if of thunder.
The ground seemed to buzz, as if a large vehicle was tearing by.
But by the time everything began to shake, it was already too late—and even the nearing army seemed to recognize that.
The horrific blast of potent Elemental energy was explosive, shattering the landscape as if a series of caverns had utterly collapsed.
If Tolbi took the town, they’d take the Lighthouse. (If anyone could find a way to bypass the protections—even so far as to just build right alongside the Lighthouse to the top—it would be the empire that had been researching Alchemy for over a century.) And that would be the beginning of the end… so defeat was not an option.]
[He had no choice of it.]
[Such was his fate, such was his destiny.]
[If that is the price he must pay…]
[If his life were the only offering necessary to ensure the protection, safety, well-being, and tranquility of all those who were relying on him…]
[Then it was a small price to pay.]
[Weyard’s Venus Lighthouse let out a howl!]
=-=-=-=-=-=
[There was a SCREAMING noise of shrill energy as a pillar of light shot into the sky, blinding as the Sun.]
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[He demolished the buffer that was always in place, the internal regulation of his physical being that kept Psynergy in check, and throttled the extent of what he could manage before feeling drained with fatigue from the cost of serving as a conduit to such incredible forces of nature.
His sense of connection to himself, to reality, to his thoughts, faded away as the presence of Venus filled him with light.
The presence of hopes, of dreams. Of growth and new life, of rebirth and discovery. Of the thousands of brimming vessels of joy, of delight and of wonder.
The presence of Life. True Life, the inner light, the mysterious splendor.
The garden of wonder that lay at risk.
And he would protect it. He would protect it with everything he had. With all that he was, with all that he could be.
Petty tyrants were doomed to fall. It was not their fate to conquer the world. For the Undying spirit was the root of the Tree of Life—
Undeterred by solid barricade, it always, ALWAYS would push against the unyielding, crushing weight with the power to SPLIT stone, and turn it to rubble.
And so, with all that Was, fueled by the burning determination of countless streams…
The shield arm plunged deep, as if in water; and, grasping the ridge of long forgotten things…
He UPROOTED the spires within his reach.]
[MORNING STAR!]
[The roaring sound was deafening as he unleashed the power deep within: not deep within himself, but within the very roots of the world.
Tearing up the landscape, the continent roiled as the mountain ranges were brought together, sealing the main part of the forces off from being able to invade.]
[But now—now, when he was filled with the unflinching resolve of the unshackled Spirit—]
[He wasn’t going to just leave it there.]
[Felix used DESERT GASP!]
[There was a maddening howl of unearthly intensity as the dust was scattered from the force of a decimating blast of energy.
And it seemed to the soldiers that a sandstorm engulfed the legion, for grains of burning energy tore among them, scouring both flesh and blade.]
[It roared as if enraged, and the army was tossed about as the very earth beneath them shattered from a surge of sudden explosive force—]
[Felix used GAIA’S RAGE!]
[And he was gone, lost in the chains binding him to the world, pulling on the yoke of all that needed him, the thousands he must protect, would die to protect from tyranny—]
»Stop…«
»Stop…«
»Stop…«
»Stop…«
»Stop…«
»Stop…«
»Cease.«
[But the Mars in him roared in objection. This was not enough. They would be back, unless the power of the empire was shattered, once and for all.
He couldn’t risk losing everything.]
«They must be stopped»
«They must be stopped»
«They must be stopped»
«They must be stopped»
[He was indeed his father’s son. And like his father, there lay untapped power—the power to stand against the strong, to fell the mighty by causing their strength to become their downfall.
A fitting counter to the might of Tolbi.
And so, he turned all his muster to one final blow. One last strike, what little he had left before collapsing—the fitting final sting against the strongest army the modern age had ever seen.]
[Felix used CRUEL RUIN.]
In some other world, he was able to bring the sunrise. The sunrise he had imagined.
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Oh, Felix could imagine such elation; the horn of triumph drowning out the roar of the sea against the sight of the fleeing enemy, their power of oppression scattered and toothless. The sheer joy at seeing freedom, with the knowledge that they would be safe and could rebuild and prosper.
That he could bring his friends to a true Venus harvest feast, and they would sing and dance, and he’d put flowers in her hair, and gift Raychel and Brandish a part of the spoils as victors. He would work at the forges and hammer the praises into an emblem that would hang above the fireplace for the rest of their days, to celebrate the day when the oppression of violence was broken.
Sheba would sing like an angel, and the food would be more than one could eat—for days on end. And he would laugh and they would travel, and he would take the others to see the wonders of the Lighthouses.
And they’d finally be free to be together, and he would not be afraid.]
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But…
Instead, that was only the beginning. of the war that would follow.
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