ULTRAMagic Eon 2 - Chapter 19
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With the approach of Karnage’s army of shadow constructs on the horizon, The Iron City was in a panic as the citizens took shelter within the mighty walls. The Singing Storm Tower was in complete uproar, with everyone frantically moving back and forth, trying to get ready to combat the threat they were being faced with. The news of Blood-Wraith’s death had reached them, but there was no time to mourn. Tiberius, Vexation, and Deimos made their way to the throne room, being guided by Octavius, who naturally had all sorts of nervous and scared questions to ask. Karnage’s brazen barbarism was unprecedented and such a conflict had not been seen since the Dragon Wars of the Epoch-Transition era. To say the modern Descendants were not ready for the impending Tyrant War was an understatement.
“...and you are certain the power of The War Machine of Old will activate?” Octavius questioned as the four maneuvered around the pandemonium. “Have you three even tested it in the first place?!”
“No, because we never thought we’d have to use it,” Vexation grimly remarked. “It was always intended to be a contingency plan… of course we would not have to resort to this if a certain someone had listened to me back in the Epoch!”
Deimos felt that stinging criticism, recalling his delusional paranoia from back then that prevented him from accepting Vexation's help in the first place. “Well hey, live and learn…” The daggers from Vexation’s glare made it clear that that was not the best thing to say at that point in time.
“To assuage your worry, councilor, The War Machine of Old is second to none in regards to the quality of its mechanisms," Tiberius stated before Vexation could verbally rip into Deimos further. “It was a machine created by God himself, so I feel confident in saying that the contingency will work and The Grand Storm Castle will be ready to defend the city. Of course, here's hoping it can hold the line long enough for Leif and Deimos’ other plan to kick in…”
“Wait, another plan?!” Octavius interjected, only for it to go unanswered as their attention was immediately acquired by Englehart as they entered the throne room.
“Gentlemen!” The King announced as he stepped away from the rest of his council. “About this contingency plan of yours, what do we need to do to get it up and running?”
“Everything necessary is here in the throne room, your majesty,” Tiberius answered. “Once we make sure all of the systems are ready, you will just need to activate the procedure from your seat.”
“If you’ve ever wondered why you could never move it, there you go,” Deimos added.
“Then lead the way, Tiberius,” Englehart instructed.
“Deimos, check the energy systems and levels, and make sure there are no blockages or damaged conduits. Vexation, make sure the terminals and control systems are working properly.” As the two mages went to do their checks, Radovan approached Tiberius. Notably he looked incredibly sorrowful despite being clearly ready to act at a moment’s notice.
“Tiberius, is… is it true? About what happened to Blood-Wraith?” he asked in a voice that spoke volumes to the dread he was feeling. Rose stepped over to his side, clearly bracing herself for the worst.
“I’m sorry, your grace, but there was nothing we could do…”
“Our son…” Rose wept as she hugged her husband.
“It is a sad day indeed then…”
Deimos gave a nervous chuckle as he finished his checks. “Well I wouldn’t say Blood’s down for the count just yet, your grace…”
“What do you mean by that, Eustorgio?” Radovan asked as a tinge of adrenaline went through his veins.
“Is… is he still alive somewhere?” Rose questioned. “We will search to the ends of the Cosmos if that’s the case.”
The mage gave another chuckle as Vexation stepped over to them. He groaned at Deimos with crossed arms, adding to his mounting anxiety. “Leif and I planned for the worst, and Karnage is right where we need him to be. If everything goes according to plan from here on out, Blood-Wraith won’t be gone for long…”
Rose was stunned, as such a plan was beyond her wildest interpretation of what it could even be. “How, Eustorgio? How is he supposed to come back from the dead?”
Radovan laughed. “Knowing Blood, he’s probably finding a way back as we speak. You know he was never one to just give up.”
“And he fought until the very end, if what Morrigan and the others say is truthful,” Tiberius commented.
“About the Morrigan situation, gentlemen,” Drazhan interrupted as he walked over, a very serious tone in his voice that had to be addressed right then and there. “There’s no getting around the fact that she has been aiding the enemy for years now, even if unintentionally…"
“With all due respect, General, it was Blood’s wish for us to protect her and welcome her into the guild, and I fully intended to make good on those promises,” Tiberius stated with finality towards the subject as a whole in his voice. “We shall bear the consequences of her actions, and make sure she walks the straight and narrow path back to the light going forward.”
Drazhan sighed and shook his head. “This may be a slight betrayal of my duties, Englehart, but I can’t argue with that conviction, especially coming from someone like Tiberius Skull himself.”
“If Morrigan Devilfay truly regrets her actions, then it is for us to let her atone for them,” Englehart said as he took a seat on his throne, which was now lighting up with electric and magical energy. “And if that is done by fighting alongside us to defend our home, people, and honor, then so be it. Now, Tiberius, how do I activate this contraption?”
“Press the red button on the right arm rest, followed by the blue and green buttons…”
Upon doing as he was told, sirens rang out through the city as it began to tremble. What happened next was a once in a lifetime sight that would never be repeated. The district under the tower began expanding outwards and the surrounding areas rose to create tiered sections of the city. A great hole appeared in the center and the Singing Storm Tower steadily lowered into it like a key. A cacophony of grinding, clanking, and thuds of colossal proportions could be heard all around as a great, golden castle rose from the depths of the corpse of The War Machine of Old. Outside the main wall rose another great wall, creating a section in between the two, and upon this second wall sat cannons of immense proportions. Similar weaponry rose up around the city at key points along the now tiered districts. The Singing Storm Tower was no more and in its place was The Grand Storm Castle, a truly mighty and impenetrable structure that would be the command center for the defense systems of the city.
Englehart was utterly amazed at the glowing consoles that appeared before him, indicating all of the actions he could perform. As much as he would have dutifully operated the systems to defend the city, he could not and stood up from his throne. “Gentlmen, as much as I would love to take the reins, I cannot sit around while my people put their life on the line for the city. Dunja and I must be with our subjects in this darkest hour.”
As much as Tiberius respected Englehart’s courage and dedication, he sighed a little that seemed more like a groan. “Sadly we do not have the means for the defense system to operate by itself…”
“No matter, I… hmm…” Englehart looked around, but everyone present had other duties to perform. Fortunately Albrecht came hurrying by. “Ah, son, there you are!”
“Father, what in the blue blazes was all that? Uncle Barna was in his beast form when it happened and to say it startled him was an understatement…”
“Oh it was just the workings of Tiberius and his fellow mages, my boy,” he replied as he hurried him over to the throne. “Speaking of which, I need to ask a favor of you of utmost importance…”
“Father, what’s going on here?” Albrecht asked as Engelhart sat him down.
“Son, I need to be on the front lines with my people, so you need to operate the city’s defense systems.”
Albrecht took one look at all of the glowing screens and immediately felt overwhelmed by the various text boxes filled with ancient letters accompanied by graphs and tables detailing the integrity of the security and weapon systems. “What… What even is all this? Father, this is well beyond me…”
“No need to worry, Tiberius will show you the ropes…”
Tiberius stuttered and stumbled over his words for a few seconds. “I mean, yes, but the system is intended to be operated by the king…”
“Not a problem at all, as Albrecht will obviously succeed me in due time. Octavius, oversee these two and watch over Albrecht once Tiberius is required to join us on the front lines.”
Octavius took a deep breath and groaned over his king’s sudden instructions. Now was not the time to be improvising on the fly. “Of course, your majesty…” he then went over to Albrecht and patted him on the shoulder as Tiberius stepped over. “Don’t worry, your highness, we’ll be right here…”
“Everyone else, follow me,” Englehart said as he indicated for everyone to head to the exit. “We’ll join up with Theobold and coordinate our defense against Karnage at the city walls. Dunja, have you been able to discern anything from the gods?”
Dunja had been off to the side, deep in thought and concentrating, only to growl and slam her hand down on the table next to her. This resulted in her gauntlet smashing a glass with a little bit of water in it to pieces. “Damn it, no. Grassy is completely in the dark and The Shadow God is being tight lipped about it. The God of the Abyss is also not saying anything, claiming she’s been asked to keep things under wraps for the time being. As for Scream, he’s at least been able to confirm that Blood’s not completely gone.”
Englehart let out a frustrated sigh, as he was hoping for some answers. “Blast it all, I guess we’ll just have to trust The Vermillion King and The Madman for now…”
Blood-Wraith woke up on the cold ground somewhere, alone and confused. He was sore, his head hurt, and the chill from a dead breeze was certainly not helping his current condition. As he picked himself up and brushed the dirt off of his body, he looked around to try and get a sense of where he was. All around was a dark, dusty, barren wasteland of great rock formations and vast plains. The sky was white, but shrouded in dark clouds that were completely black in some places. And the only way he could tell that they were clouds was by the occasional light poking through them. The desolate environment was incredibly foreboding and filled him with a sense of dread. It was like he was not supposed to be there. Was this The Unlight Mind-Wraith, Leif, and Scotty had told him about? If so, he was actually quite scared… and then he remembered what had actually happened.
There was an intense stabbing pain in Blood-Wraith’s chest, like his heart had stopped. The boy looked down and noticed a gaping hole in his gray metal body. It immediately brought back the memories of that vile Karnage ripping something out of his chest, and his anger flared up only to create a burst of hot air that knocked him into a large rock. After the shock of hitting the object wore off, Blood-Wraith tried to steady himself only to realize everyone was in danger. This caused another burst that sent him tumbling into a puddle. It was like his being was trying to reignite his inner fire, except he had none to ignite. Another frustrated burst caused him to bump into a ghost, who immediately began wailing in distress.
“Oh no, I’m sorry… um, oh… what are you?” The ghost wailed louder, causing other ghosts to stir from their slumber and began making their way towards Blood-Wraith. “Source, no, I didn’t mean to!” The gruesome specters growled and snarled as they grew ever closer, only for a shrill ringing to incapacitate them. They recoiled and screeched in pain as their eardrums felt like they were going to burst.
“GET BACK, ALL OF YOU!” a strong voice roared as the man it came from slammed his staff of petrified oak on the ground several times. The ringing in question was coming from a skeletal lantern in his other hand. This scared the ghosts off, and the wailing one tried to apologize before a glare from the man sent it also hurrying off.
Blood-Wraith looked up to see who had saved him, and it was a man with dark hair, wearing a black, armored trench coat. He looked strong and wise, with an incredible amount of age and wisdom in his ashen eyes, despite not looking much older than his father. “Who are you?”
“If I may, do you know who you are?”
“Ye-yes, I’m Blood-Wraith, Blood-Wraith Raynot…”
The man smiled and seemed to relax a little. “Good, very good indeed. You can still recall your identity.”
“Would… that have been a problem if I couldn’t?”
“Undoubtly, as that would put a massive hitch in the plans of Leif and The Vermilion God…”
“You know Leif and his majesty?”
The man chuckled. “Absoutely, despite not originating from God myself.”
“Who are you then, sir?”
“I am the God of Death, Blood-Wraith. I walk the lands of the Abyssal Gulf, contemplating the time of the primordial abyss and guiding lost souls to where they need to be. Obviously there are some who do not wish to be guided, as you just became acquainted with.”
Blood-Wraith looked around, noticed the ghost from before peering at them from behind a rock, and then looked at his own body again. It was slightly translucent. “Wait… am… am I dead?”
“Sadly, my boy. You were defeated by that infernal Behemoth God…”
Looking around, Blood-Wraith felt great dread fill his hollow being as he truly realized where he was. “Wait, in this Abaddon?”
The God of Death cleared his throat as he put some fuel into his lantern. “An interesting name for this realm, I must say. To be more accurate, we are on the edge of the abyss, the primordial darkness all old gods speak into when they wish to create a Cosmos for them to love and govern. And as you no doubt have learned, those who die outside of the Cosmos proper and have nowhere to go end up here.”
That detail was haunting to Blood-Wraith, as he felt bad for those souls, regardless of what they had done in life. He then went over to the one ghost, who recoiled in fear at first, but approached him once it was certain it was okay. “Hey, are you alright?” Blood-Wraith asked the child-like specter.
“That is the ghost of the Audoan Knight that was defeated in order to ignite your inner power so long ago, Blood-Wraith. Although I imagine your memories of that time are still hazy.”
Saying nothing, the ghost gave Blood-Wraith a hug, and one that seemed to say that he was sorry for putting in harm’s way through his arrogance. Given that the Audoan Knights were agents of Karnage, it made all the more sense why the ghost had stuck around. “It’s alright, I forgive you… So now what do I do, God of Death? I need to get back and stop Karnage…” his heart ached again, causing him to grip his chest. The ghost braced him, making sure he would not fall over.
“Well you certainly can’t fight him in this state,” the God of Death remarked with a sympathetic laugh. “Come with me, to my castle. I shall explain what you need to do next… And you may come along too, Damien.” The ghost for once felt happy and indicated for Blood-Wraith to follow the God of Death.
As they began to walk, Blood-Wraith noticed something… or rather, he noticed something was missing. “Hey, wait a second… Where's Milosh? I know it may seem a little random for me to say, but shouldn’t he be here somewhere?”
The God of Death laughed once more, impressed with Blood-Wraith’s perception. “Very observant, Blood-Wraith. You’re right, he isn’t here in the slightest. In fact he never came here in the first place, despite it making sense that he would. Fortunately you will not have to wait long for that answer…”
Next: Chapter 20
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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With the approach of Karnage’s army of shadow constructs on the horizon, The Iron City was in a panic as the citizens took shelter within the mighty walls. The Singing Storm Tower was in complete uproar, with everyone frantically moving back and forth, trying to get ready to combat the threat they were being faced with. The news of Blood-Wraith’s death had reached them, but there was no time to mourn. Tiberius, Vexation, and Deimos made their way to the throne room, being guided by Octavius, who naturally had all sorts of nervous and scared questions to ask. Karnage’s brazen barbarism was unprecedented and such a conflict had not been seen since the Dragon Wars of the Epoch-Transition era. To say the modern Descendants were not ready for the impending Tyrant War was an understatement.
“...and you are certain the power of The War Machine of Old will activate?” Octavius questioned as the four maneuvered around the pandemonium. “Have you three even tested it in the first place?!”
“No, because we never thought we’d have to use it,” Vexation grimly remarked. “It was always intended to be a contingency plan… of course we would not have to resort to this if a certain someone had listened to me back in the Epoch!”
Deimos felt that stinging criticism, recalling his delusional paranoia from back then that prevented him from accepting Vexation's help in the first place. “Well hey, live and learn…” The daggers from Vexation’s glare made it clear that that was not the best thing to say at that point in time.
“To assuage your worry, councilor, The War Machine of Old is second to none in regards to the quality of its mechanisms," Tiberius stated before Vexation could verbally rip into Deimos further. “It was a machine created by God himself, so I feel confident in saying that the contingency will work and The Grand Storm Castle will be ready to defend the city. Of course, here's hoping it can hold the line long enough for Leif and Deimos’ other plan to kick in…”
“Wait, another plan?!” Octavius interjected, only for it to go unanswered as their attention was immediately acquired by Englehart as they entered the throne room.
“Gentlemen!” The King announced as he stepped away from the rest of his council. “About this contingency plan of yours, what do we need to do to get it up and running?”
“Everything necessary is here in the throne room, your majesty,” Tiberius answered. “Once we make sure all of the systems are ready, you will just need to activate the procedure from your seat.”
“If you’ve ever wondered why you could never move it, there you go,” Deimos added.
“Then lead the way, Tiberius,” Englehart instructed.
“Deimos, check the energy systems and levels, and make sure there are no blockages or damaged conduits. Vexation, make sure the terminals and control systems are working properly.” As the two mages went to do their checks, Radovan approached Tiberius. Notably he looked incredibly sorrowful despite being clearly ready to act at a moment’s notice.
“Tiberius, is… is it true? About what happened to Blood-Wraith?” he asked in a voice that spoke volumes to the dread he was feeling. Rose stepped over to his side, clearly bracing herself for the worst.
“I’m sorry, your grace, but there was nothing we could do…”
“Our son…” Rose wept as she hugged her husband.
“It is a sad day indeed then…”
Deimos gave a nervous chuckle as he finished his checks. “Well I wouldn’t say Blood’s down for the count just yet, your grace…”
“What do you mean by that, Eustorgio?” Radovan asked as a tinge of adrenaline went through his veins.
“Is… is he still alive somewhere?” Rose questioned. “We will search to the ends of the Cosmos if that’s the case.”
The mage gave another chuckle as Vexation stepped over to them. He groaned at Deimos with crossed arms, adding to his mounting anxiety. “Leif and I planned for the worst, and Karnage is right where we need him to be. If everything goes according to plan from here on out, Blood-Wraith won’t be gone for long…”
Rose was stunned, as such a plan was beyond her wildest interpretation of what it could even be. “How, Eustorgio? How is he supposed to come back from the dead?”
Radovan laughed. “Knowing Blood, he’s probably finding a way back as we speak. You know he was never one to just give up.”
“And he fought until the very end, if what Morrigan and the others say is truthful,” Tiberius commented.
“About the Morrigan situation, gentlemen,” Drazhan interrupted as he walked over, a very serious tone in his voice that had to be addressed right then and there. “There’s no getting around the fact that she has been aiding the enemy for years now, even if unintentionally…"
“With all due respect, General, it was Blood’s wish for us to protect her and welcome her into the guild, and I fully intended to make good on those promises,” Tiberius stated with finality towards the subject as a whole in his voice. “We shall bear the consequences of her actions, and make sure she walks the straight and narrow path back to the light going forward.”
Drazhan sighed and shook his head. “This may be a slight betrayal of my duties, Englehart, but I can’t argue with that conviction, especially coming from someone like Tiberius Skull himself.”
“If Morrigan Devilfay truly regrets her actions, then it is for us to let her atone for them,” Englehart said as he took a seat on his throne, which was now lighting up with electric and magical energy. “And if that is done by fighting alongside us to defend our home, people, and honor, then so be it. Now, Tiberius, how do I activate this contraption?”
“Press the red button on the right arm rest, followed by the blue and green buttons…”
Upon doing as he was told, sirens rang out through the city as it began to tremble. What happened next was a once in a lifetime sight that would never be repeated. The district under the tower began expanding outwards and the surrounding areas rose to create tiered sections of the city. A great hole appeared in the center and the Singing Storm Tower steadily lowered into it like a key. A cacophony of grinding, clanking, and thuds of colossal proportions could be heard all around as a great, golden castle rose from the depths of the corpse of The War Machine of Old. Outside the main wall rose another great wall, creating a section in between the two, and upon this second wall sat cannons of immense proportions. Similar weaponry rose up around the city at key points along the now tiered districts. The Singing Storm Tower was no more and in its place was The Grand Storm Castle, a truly mighty and impenetrable structure that would be the command center for the defense systems of the city.
Englehart was utterly amazed at the glowing consoles that appeared before him, indicating all of the actions he could perform. As much as he would have dutifully operated the systems to defend the city, he could not and stood up from his throne. “Gentlmen, as much as I would love to take the reins, I cannot sit around while my people put their life on the line for the city. Dunja and I must be with our subjects in this darkest hour.”
As much as Tiberius respected Englehart’s courage and dedication, he sighed a little that seemed more like a groan. “Sadly we do not have the means for the defense system to operate by itself…”
“No matter, I… hmm…” Englehart looked around, but everyone present had other duties to perform. Fortunately Albrecht came hurrying by. “Ah, son, there you are!”
“Father, what in the blue blazes was all that? Uncle Barna was in his beast form when it happened and to say it startled him was an understatement…”
“Oh it was just the workings of Tiberius and his fellow mages, my boy,” he replied as he hurried him over to the throne. “Speaking of which, I need to ask a favor of you of utmost importance…”
“Father, what’s going on here?” Albrecht asked as Engelhart sat him down.
“Son, I need to be on the front lines with my people, so you need to operate the city’s defense systems.”
Albrecht took one look at all of the glowing screens and immediately felt overwhelmed by the various text boxes filled with ancient letters accompanied by graphs and tables detailing the integrity of the security and weapon systems. “What… What even is all this? Father, this is well beyond me…”
“No need to worry, Tiberius will show you the ropes…”
Tiberius stuttered and stumbled over his words for a few seconds. “I mean, yes, but the system is intended to be operated by the king…”
“Not a problem at all, as Albrecht will obviously succeed me in due time. Octavius, oversee these two and watch over Albrecht once Tiberius is required to join us on the front lines.”
Octavius took a deep breath and groaned over his king’s sudden instructions. Now was not the time to be improvising on the fly. “Of course, your majesty…” he then went over to Albrecht and patted him on the shoulder as Tiberius stepped over. “Don’t worry, your highness, we’ll be right here…”
“Everyone else, follow me,” Englehart said as he indicated for everyone to head to the exit. “We’ll join up with Theobold and coordinate our defense against Karnage at the city walls. Dunja, have you been able to discern anything from the gods?”
Dunja had been off to the side, deep in thought and concentrating, only to growl and slam her hand down on the table next to her. This resulted in her gauntlet smashing a glass with a little bit of water in it to pieces. “Damn it, no. Grassy is completely in the dark and The Shadow God is being tight lipped about it. The God of the Abyss is also not saying anything, claiming she’s been asked to keep things under wraps for the time being. As for Scream, he’s at least been able to confirm that Blood’s not completely gone.”
Englehart let out a frustrated sigh, as he was hoping for some answers. “Blast it all, I guess we’ll just have to trust The Vermillion King and The Madman for now…”
Blood-Wraith woke up on the cold ground somewhere, alone and confused. He was sore, his head hurt, and the chill from a dead breeze was certainly not helping his current condition. As he picked himself up and brushed the dirt off of his body, he looked around to try and get a sense of where he was. All around was a dark, dusty, barren wasteland of great rock formations and vast plains. The sky was white, but shrouded in dark clouds that were completely black in some places. And the only way he could tell that they were clouds was by the occasional light poking through them. The desolate environment was incredibly foreboding and filled him with a sense of dread. It was like he was not supposed to be there. Was this The Unlight Mind-Wraith, Leif, and Scotty had told him about? If so, he was actually quite scared… and then he remembered what had actually happened.
There was an intense stabbing pain in Blood-Wraith’s chest, like his heart had stopped. The boy looked down and noticed a gaping hole in his gray metal body. It immediately brought back the memories of that vile Karnage ripping something out of his chest, and his anger flared up only to create a burst of hot air that knocked him into a large rock. After the shock of hitting the object wore off, Blood-Wraith tried to steady himself only to realize everyone was in danger. This caused another burst that sent him tumbling into a puddle. It was like his being was trying to reignite his inner fire, except he had none to ignite. Another frustrated burst caused him to bump into a ghost, who immediately began wailing in distress.
“Oh no, I’m sorry… um, oh… what are you?” The ghost wailed louder, causing other ghosts to stir from their slumber and began making their way towards Blood-Wraith. “Source, no, I didn’t mean to!” The gruesome specters growled and snarled as they grew ever closer, only for a shrill ringing to incapacitate them. They recoiled and screeched in pain as their eardrums felt like they were going to burst.
“GET BACK, ALL OF YOU!” a strong voice roared as the man it came from slammed his staff of petrified oak on the ground several times. The ringing in question was coming from a skeletal lantern in his other hand. This scared the ghosts off, and the wailing one tried to apologize before a glare from the man sent it also hurrying off.
Blood-Wraith looked up to see who had saved him, and it was a man with dark hair, wearing a black, armored trench coat. He looked strong and wise, with an incredible amount of age and wisdom in his ashen eyes, despite not looking much older than his father. “Who are you?”
“If I may, do you know who you are?”
“Ye-yes, I’m Blood-Wraith, Blood-Wraith Raynot…”
The man smiled and seemed to relax a little. “Good, very good indeed. You can still recall your identity.”
“Would… that have been a problem if I couldn’t?”
“Undoubtly, as that would put a massive hitch in the plans of Leif and The Vermilion God…”
“You know Leif and his majesty?”
The man chuckled. “Absoutely, despite not originating from God myself.”
“Who are you then, sir?”
“I am the God of Death, Blood-Wraith. I walk the lands of the Abyssal Gulf, contemplating the time of the primordial abyss and guiding lost souls to where they need to be. Obviously there are some who do not wish to be guided, as you just became acquainted with.”
Blood-Wraith looked around, noticed the ghost from before peering at them from behind a rock, and then looked at his own body again. It was slightly translucent. “Wait… am… am I dead?”
“Sadly, my boy. You were defeated by that infernal Behemoth God…”
Looking around, Blood-Wraith felt great dread fill his hollow being as he truly realized where he was. “Wait, in this Abaddon?”
The God of Death cleared his throat as he put some fuel into his lantern. “An interesting name for this realm, I must say. To be more accurate, we are on the edge of the abyss, the primordial darkness all old gods speak into when they wish to create a Cosmos for them to love and govern. And as you no doubt have learned, those who die outside of the Cosmos proper and have nowhere to go end up here.”
That detail was haunting to Blood-Wraith, as he felt bad for those souls, regardless of what they had done in life. He then went over to the one ghost, who recoiled in fear at first, but approached him once it was certain it was okay. “Hey, are you alright?” Blood-Wraith asked the child-like specter.
“That is the ghost of the Audoan Knight that was defeated in order to ignite your inner power so long ago, Blood-Wraith. Although I imagine your memories of that time are still hazy.”
Saying nothing, the ghost gave Blood-Wraith a hug, and one that seemed to say that he was sorry for putting in harm’s way through his arrogance. Given that the Audoan Knights were agents of Karnage, it made all the more sense why the ghost had stuck around. “It’s alright, I forgive you… So now what do I do, God of Death? I need to get back and stop Karnage…” his heart ached again, causing him to grip his chest. The ghost braced him, making sure he would not fall over.
“Well you certainly can’t fight him in this state,” the God of Death remarked with a sympathetic laugh. “Come with me, to my castle. I shall explain what you need to do next… And you may come along too, Damien.” The ghost for once felt happy and indicated for Blood-Wraith to follow the God of Death.
As they began to walk, Blood-Wraith noticed something… or rather, he noticed something was missing. “Hey, wait a second… Where's Milosh? I know it may seem a little random for me to say, but shouldn’t he be here somewhere?”
The God of Death laughed once more, impressed with Blood-Wraith’s perception. “Very observant, Blood-Wraith. You’re right, he isn’t here in the slightest. In fact he never came here in the first place, despite it making sense that he would. Fortunately you will not have to wait long for that answer…”
Next: Chapter 20
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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