Setting Sun Story: Beta
The Training Hall, Fallen - Julian - EveningBlessed.
Blessed by the Savior.A boon of which the Baustas people know to be holy. A holiness most incomprehensible. Less of a blessing, more of a faith. A promise. A promise that many hold dear in their hearts…
Yet they all die. Every, single, soul.
A promise that supposedly grants those who carry it, those blessed by the Savior, true protection.
Less of a faith, more like a hunch. A hunch that, without any need or show, not even a sliver of evidence, the Baustians all feel deep down in their gut. A hunch… or maybe even a ruse.
When the ax falls, no shield, no blade, no divine light, no mystical inner power, not even a coincidental meteor comes to the aid of the Baustian, blessed by the Savior.
The enemy has long moved past this place.Our bodies lay about on the floor, slowly pulled and piled by tired soldiers to be lit ablaze, I'll die a fiery death as a tool to their scheme.
I’ll die owing Adam an apology. I pray for an afterlife, one guided by the Savior, at this point I do not know, but nonetheless, let there be a place I can see him again.
For awhile it at least felt we were able to die with the civilians protected… but I chose not to look as they finally opened that door, and the desperate hush that had lay so heavily in the locker room exploded into countless cries.
South End - Taron - EveningThe red of the world: the Savior’s Chaos.
It cascades down to every minute detail… it is within all.
A never ending haze that coats all of the world’s light.
It is not my place to question, but will they see it differently now? They know not the real power of the Savior’s Chaos.
The people of Baustas have never been skeptical. Seeing the Savior’s Prophecy as truth.
As the invisible Sun begins to sink, the Baustians are pushed back into the city on all sides.
Fighting on in the South End, the army doesn’t seize.
Even Taron is on his back legs.
Through the power of monstrosities and the effects of the gems encrusted in their weapons, the bolstering fire that is Saturated into the blood of a Baustian through the red air is nullified.
All begins to converge at the city’s Central Square… a once beautiful feature crushed to pieces by a chase that lay waste hours prior, when three young survivors sought a means of escape.