Chapter 6: Chapter 6- Revelation

Chapter 6

Revelation

 

Ariei

Aaro and I finally arrive just outside the Chamber of Council, a large portion of the crowd still crashing around us in a massive tide. We run towards the sheer stone wall that opens up towards the main town, screams still crawling their way out behind us. Aaro grabs my arm.

“Wait… this isn’t enough.”

I hear her and turn my gaze toward the audience. “What?!”

“There aren’t enough people. Why are so many still inside?”

I ignore the basis of her statement, and instead think of my father and Liet. The other emberstrand must be late arriving. Nobody was prepared for this, so any emberstrand  in the chamber would have had to run to headquarters to equip themselves. They aren’t used to moving in a mass operation- they’ll be longer still. 

“Aaro. Wait here for Sekra, and take him into the town center. I’ll be back soon.”

I run before she can protest, squeezing my way through the crowd. I’m not in my armor, I’m unarmed, unready- yet I have to do something. I’ve let every other member of my family die- I can’t let my father suffer the same way.

I climb the steps, feeling the gravity of the world around me weighing on my center, dragging me below the surface of comprehension. I try to find anything on my person, anything even close to resembling an actual weapon. I tear off a portion of my cloak’s sleeve, thread the material through the central slot of each of the coins in my pocket, and wrap it around my fist, lending dull metal edges to my knuckles. I round the corner nestled atop the staircase, lending me a wide view of the chamber. 

I see Liet and my father engaging in conversation with a beast clad in human expression below me, a domesticated eidelion at his side. I hear commotion to my left. I watch as a small family grieves over the leftover matter of a loved one. The mother turns to the armor-clad beast standing stoic near them, his hand still on his blade hilt. The mother turns to face him, tears streaming down her face.

“Why? You came to us for a reason. Why would you take him?”

He carefully relinquishes his grip on the blade, reaches behind him to the back of the helmet, and slides a lever. Steam hisses from beneath the mask as he lifts it. He can’t be older than nineteen. His short blonde hair is pressed flat against his head from the tight fit of the helmet. His expression is haunted, his eyes locked with hers. It takes him a moment to formulate words.

“They told me to dig.”

---

Edom

“Edom, please, calm yourself.”

It’s Liet. Of course it’s Liet. Commander of the emberstrand, blade of ascension, ranger of the Black Maw. The one blessed with stone-cold determination, a complete lack of moral quandaries, the steady hand guiding every fucking operation. Now she tells me to be calm, forgetting I'm half as strong as she.

I stop, my breathing ragged. “Calm myself? How? HOW, LIET?” I look from her, to the soldier, then back to her. “Were you in contact with him?” 

“For the last time, Edom, I don’t know anything.”

I point a finger. “Lies. You were the one who read the signature. You would have seen the outline of the machinery on the magnet screen. It was YOUR responsibility to tell us.”

“The council was going to be our gathering to inform the public of the incoming threat, so we could all plan and organize together.”

“But you knew it was a much bigger threat than even the one we encountered this morning.”

“I did, true. But what would we have done? Thrown the populace to the surface, risk them going into the Maw, scrambled together an unorganized plan, trained them to fight without any previous experience? Staying here was the best choice.”

I sigh. “Your best choice led them to us and our people to death.”

“You know that’s unfair, Edom. Why don’t you walk our people into the Maw? That’d be leading them to hell.”

I turn to the soldier. “So I'm assuming you didn’t send scouts further ahead? They would have seen the gates and been welcomed before then.”

He nods. “As stated, we simply assumed there were no others in the Forest of Lost Souls. We’ve known that for so long. This structure must be a fair distance from the gate.” 

I nod. “It’s just outside of the main city. The gate is past it.” I think for a moment, realizing the catastrophe that would occur had he hit the guild’s headquarters. There would’ve been nobody to guide, nobody to help.

He takes a deep breath. “I’m stunned to see others here. Where did you come from? Are you vagrants from one of the Pillars?”

I get closer to him, flicking my wrist and sending his ally's blood flying from the rookclaw. His soldiers draw their weapons, but he motions for them to stand down. I resume the threat. “I’m not sure if you noticed, but you are a mass murderer. I’m not telling you anything. We ask the questions. You answer.”

He nods. “Very well.”

I begin. “What do you mean by Pillars?”

He thinks for a moment, trying to find the best way to explain. “We have been organized into a central organizational system known as the Pillars of Cistria. Although we overall work together under the same system, it is made up of seven Pillars total. We are from Centralis, the furthest established pillar inland. That’s why we were exploring further- we want to expand and establish new research stations.” 

I try to formulate my thoughts as he speaks, the whirring sound of their armored suits echoing around in my head. This is all I've wanted to know, the grand answer, and yet all I feel is dread. “How many humans are there, outside of the Pillars? Groups like us?”

He shakes his head. “None. Just the pillars and, as far as we know, you.” He pauses after Liet stops him, mid-explanation. “Ebom. I know you are the most curious of us all, but we can’t trust them. He could be lying, for all we know. This could have been a directed attack.” She looks at the creature chained to his hand. “They do possess eidelion.”

I look at him. “I need your word.”

He stares through me, incredibly tense. The thundering sound of footsteps comes into focus, drawing close. The gate to our right is unlocked, the doors loudly thrown aside as a group of emberstrand enter, all clad in the standard uniform, their hoods up. The front line, a collection of six coremag riflemen, take aim and kneel. The lieutenant calls, her voice booming around the chamber.

“Commander Liet, at your order..”

Liet raises her hand. “Pathetically late for emberstrand, all of you. Please, stand down.” She turns to the leader in front of us. “What is your name, invader?”

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He responds, incredibly calm for being nearly shredded by probelled metal. “I am Gierant, Destine Commander of the eighth expedition lance of Centralis.” 

I ignore the title. “Gierant. Hmm.” I wipe the roockclaws on my armor, the blood running from them. “I am Ebom, head expedition leader and second in command. And this is Liet, head commander of the emberstrand. You’re going to get the excellent opportunity to become very, very familiar with us, whether you’re here to help or just to kill.” I lean in closer to him. “And so far, you’re treading far closer to the latter of us.”

I can feel the uneasy energy radiating from the emberstrand to our side. They still have their weapons leveled, waiting for any sign of conflict. It would be one thing for them to be protecting their second in command, but they have an undeservedly raised level of appreciation for me after my actions years ago. Even over Liet, they see me as a hero. I wish they knew how much of a lie that was.

“Gierant. I want you to contact the others in your command. Tell them to move forward until they reach the gate. You, your men, and most of our emberstrand will go to the surface. There we will determine your true intention, away from our civilians.”

Gierant bows. “Of course. I intend to follow your every word- the only thing I wish to do is pay back the lives that we’ve taken.”

It sounds vain, false. He carries on. “I do have one simple request, however.”

Liet snarls. “You are in no place to make requests!”

He levels his hand. “All I ask is that I can give Briya a proper burning.”

It takes me a moment to recognize what he’s talking about. My eyes settle on the soldier I’ve killed, his helmet crushed and melded with the gory mess I made. His body lies limp in an unnatural position, as if he is a doll casually tossed aside like a child. I feel a grim sense of justice wash over me. I despise it. For a moment I imagine Ariei in a similar position, as if it was she who died in place of braham.

Liet’s voice wanders through the air. “Ebom, are you all right?” 

I look from her to Gierant. Both are showing concerned expressions. I hadn’t even realized how rigid, tense I became. 

“Yes. We will carry him to the surface. You will be able to have your ceremony, mostly private. However, you will be under the watching eyes of our emberstrand during. Understood?”

He nods. “Of course.”

---

We parade our way through the main city, the invaders of Centralis huddled together in the center of a ring of emberstrand. The civilians can’t quite make out what to think- some view us as heroes, others are traumatized, angry at our uselessness at protecting them. Others are evangelical for the Centralians, viewing our capturing of them as sinful, as us taking control over our own gods. Every single person with medical knowledge we have is busy at the medical ward, the outside crowded with wounded civilians and their families, fighting to be the next to receive care. I want to express this to the invaders, to use it as an expression of the pain they’ve caused. But, deep down, I acknowledge the concept of all of this being a cruel twist of fate- our own existence is one, after all.

They all shout at us, just the same as they did hours before when Ariei and I descended. For the first time in my life, I feel true, utter contempt for them- not because I view them as antagonists, but because, in this moment, they are the overbearing noise that fills my head, combining to make a terrible mental miasma with the doubt and wonder and rage and hate and-

“Father.” Ariei.

“What is it?”

She shrugs. “Are you alright?”

We’re nearing the lift now. I can’t wait to leave this oppressive hole. “...Yes. Are you? What about your friends?”

“I’m fine. Sekra and Aaro, too. Although Arro is… struggling, mentally.”

I nod. “That’s understandable. The poor girl.” 

She continues. “Father, I- I'm sorry to say it. Visia is dead. She was crushed.”

I stop in my tracks, one of the soldiers behind me almost colliding with me. I apologize, and keep moving. I can’t add this to my current stress. I have to compartmentalize. 

“I’m sorry you had to see it firsthand, Ariei.”

She looks at me. “That’s  it?”

“What?”

“That’s your only reaction? I thought it would affect you more. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I try to formulate the best way to express my thought process. “A lot is changing right before us, Ariei. We’ll discuss it later.”

She changes the subject. “What do you know, father?”

“It’s not the gods, Ariei. You were right for doubting. They don’t exist.”

---

We near the excursion point, the sky darkening to a grim red. Emerit is the first to greet us. He rushes forward. His grand composure has crumbled away, replaced with the hunger for knowledge we have all been consumed by. He sees the Centralians behind us and pauses, awestruck. His eyes settle on their armor.

“Ebom. The mechanisms-”

I stare through the eyes slits in his mask. “Now is not the time, Emerit.”

“Alright. Alright… Ebom, I’ve heard things I've never heard before. Thunderous crashes, as though a hundred trees have collapsed over the course of fifteen minutes.” 

I can’t imagine what he’s referring to. It must be a small distance away. I turn to Gierant. “What is it? Is it your transportation structure?”

He nods. “Indeed. Although you may want to rephrase it. It’s only partially a structure.” 

Emerit rushes towards the control panel, lowering the main bridge. What I see a fair distance away is such a shock that it manages to finally silence every other conflicting idea and thought that bounces around in my head, focusing me entirely on a sight constructed of conflicting concepts of awe and terror. A colossal eidelion stands tall ahead of us, towering far above the treeline. It stands on four massive, tree-thick legs that pummel the ground with earth-shaking impacts. It is wrapped in thick, coarse bioluminescent green skin, its head massive, its face flat, the eidelion’s sigil glowing at the front. 

A group of twenty more Centralians march alongside it, carrying themselves with pride, nary a sign of exhaustion visible from their movements. The beast is covered in a massive structure, a mobile city. It has been built onto the eidelion from the start. It is roughly rectangular in shape, blocks of buildings varying in height erupting into taller cylinders at each corner. The transport drills that struck us hang below the rim, ready to descend again. A blue flag displaying the Centralis sigil waves high above us, and strange lengthy weapons that slightly resemble coremag rifles are equipped in a circular formation around the rim. I can’t begin to imagine the amount of people aboard.

Emerit is frozen in place. Ariei’s breath quickens as she looks ahead. I squeeze her shoulder, trying to comfort her in any way I can. 

“Here they are.” Gierant sounds equally happy to see his comrades, and terrified of telling them of the atrocity they performed. “The brave soldiers of Centralis.”

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