Chapter 10:
Setting Sun Story: Beta
Southern Main Road - Taron and Zalach - 11:03 AM
The world’s darkest and most foul beasts are those that hide under society’s nose, there in the Light for all to see, and none to notice.
Such an ideology was preached to Taron long ago. It’s easy to understand. Power held in the fists of the mighty do not determine any good or evil. Strength is nothing more than a tool, and a patriot serves no purpose apart from their bidding. The laws of righteousness are bound to the subjective eye, and the actions of any good man may kill another.
Taron pumps the trigger of his spear twice, expanding the head to throw the commander’s clashing ax flat in Taron’s direction. The second pull releases the pressure, and thins the spear.
Pulling back and thrusting at the flat ax, he slams the commander’s weapon into his own helmet. It breaks Taron away just in time, as the metamorphosis is now complete.
His old partner, his greatest ally all throughout childhood, through the toughest years of military academy, the shoulder he once sobbed on when he was denied status as a Prodigy, the second follower stands in paralyzing shock of his buddy’s new form.
Zalach runs up beside Taron as the second Monstrosity bursts from its human cocoon.
The Monstrosity formerly known as Ted finally descends, but only enough to get its wings in position. Hitting just the right angle, it flies forward, taking off toward Taron at top speed.
Close enough, Taron gambles. He stomps his left foot into the ground in front of him, arching his back and right arm, and lifting his back leg as he hurls his spear with his entire body, right into the Monstrosity’s head.
With a dramatic flourish, Taron rips the spear from the beast’s head, spilling more of the ooze, and thick, bright red blood, out onto the ground. It seems as though the Monstrosity is dead.
The second beast ignores Zalach entirely, clomping past him with giant legs, and slamming him aside with a slap of its wings. It scoops Taron up in its giant claws, pushing up into a house, and punching him into a wall.
A loud crash is heard by the two, as Taron and the Monstrosity break through the front wall of the house, toppling the roof onto the beast’s back, and destroying the wall of the bathroom. Taron glances over his right side, seeing through the living room to the bathroom, and in a heartbeat becomes instilled with every father’s rage.
Bursting out from the center of his form, a manifestation of his heart. An exertion of dark-red Chaos, forming in a ball of thin energy that encapsulates Taron, powerful enough that as its walls expand, the clawed hand of the Monstrosity breaks, its paw-like fingers hyper-extending and snapping on contact.
With no time to spare, Taron pushes himself over the sofa back, flipping behind it and dodging the incoming lash of broken claws from the trapped Monstrosity.
It fluffs its wings, pushing the roof out of the way to reach farther into the home, biting at Taron with long teeth that reach past its chin.
His spear cuts into the Monstrosity’s raised center, keeping it like a tent from falling down onto him.
As he runs down its body, Taron feels the spear chip on something, and hears the sound of broken glass. Pulling his Chaos symbol to his front, he taps it yet again, creating an explosion that lifts the beast’s hind legs, allowing him to escape out into the street.
Training Hall - Julian - 11:42 AM
“Eradicate them! These fool rats are a plague on the face of our lands, we let them fester in their disease ridden cage no longer! Leave not one standing! Burn this place to the ground!” Screams the muffled, deep voice of an enemy commander.
Battle cries ring, and hideous orders of petrifying commands see to it every man, woman and child are cut down where they stand.
Echoing in the chamber of panic that is Julian’s head, these visions, the violent slaughter of his allies, friends, and neighbors, an abhorrent truth of this world, will remain.
Pushed back through the East End, the entirety of the fledging guard units find themselves at the hall, where everything started for them.
With smoke blotting out the sky, the city’s red is coated in a black haze. Shadows circle over-top the thick fog, and piercing down from it, the heart-stopping call of some many unimaginable beasts.
The voices of these monsters rain a hellfire so potent that even the age-old stone and steel melt away beneath them. Up and down the main roads, pushing into the heart of Baustas, war machines of unknown technology carry on, toppling buildings and creating an unbreakable siege.
Outside, warriors clad in white wage war on the walled city, yet here, all is quiet.
Leaving everything in the hands of others, and simply waiting for the next order has left the young soldiers, including Julian, in a state of total unrest while attempting to calm the masses.
The normally bearable aura of such a place as the training hall, filled wall to wall with sweaty, unprepared people, raising the level of heat to a sauna, is not an ideal location to deescalate the moment, but something needs to be done.
His body shakes and his jaw clenches tight as he reaches the center of the formation.
His mind seeks any memory of escape to pull him out of this, before he rests on one memory.
“All of you, listen up!” Julian orders.
This oughta do it!
Being grabbed, hassled, and tossed about by a screaming mother, tears flowing like a waterfall down her face, Mikael tries his best not to be rattled. Julian squeezes through to him, barely brushing him with his fingertips.
His eyes shoot over with lightning quick reaction time.
Mikael trudges through the crowd to assist. Behind him, the woman falls to her knees.
“What do you need?” He asks, his head darting around in circles at every sound.
Julian loses his train of thought momentarily, a sorrow filling him at the sight of the woman, sobbing surrounded, yet all alone. His eyes drift up to Mikael.
“Now is hardly the time for a little practice, don’t you think?” He responds in all seriousness.
“Fine, fine, whatever you think’ll work,” Mikael says, caving.
“What in- Savior’s name is she… putting in this damn thing?” Julian groans to himself in his pain, his body giving all of its strength.
On another three count, they prep to drop the sandbag and get the attention of the room...
With the floor, Julian is easily able to take control, and manages to get everyone moved into the locker rooms. More apologies are given out for the questionable scents and dark environment, but given the city is masked in darkness, it’ll have to do.
For now, the general populous is out of the way, and the soldiers are left alone, one burden off of their shoulders.
Minutes later…
The air is tense in these few minutes of silence, though it won’t be for long. Silent, that is.
This intensity will reverberate for hours to come, as the enemy forces have begun to pass through the southern side of the outer rim, an outlining wall just beyond the dormitories.
With nothing to do but listen, the young soldiers sit themselves along the edge of the training hall, playing over and over the fresh sights of war.
“Hey. Realistically, what do you think are the odds we make it out of this?” Mikael asks, his throat dry and voice cracking.
Julian thinks while taking inventory on his comrades. Suddenly, that confidence of his returns.
“We’re the Savior’s people! We were chosen for this! Blessed! Are we really gonna stand down and let them walk all over us?!” He tries.
It raises morale a little, but doesn’t make too great an impact. Some eyes float his way shivering with dread, some wet with stifled tears. Mikael however, is pumped, and tries to get his back.
“Maybe that’s a little too far,” Julian admits. Mikael drops immediately.
Julian’s heart drops and his mind numbs, a feeling Adam has described to him many times, but until now, he could never understand.
As the first boom of the encroaching battle fires, Julian stands still in the center of the hall, the empty hook rattling on its chains, and everyone watching.
“The most we can do is what we’re told, right?” She states, looking over to Mikael as well. “That was smart, what you did earlier,” she says to Julian reassuringly. “A couple more of those and maybe we get out of this.”
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