Chapter 42: Chapter 42 – The Last Meal

Astrid peered over to the new arrivals. One team composed of the people they had run into before. Although there were two less than before and recent injuries marred their bodies. With a quick check with Identify, it looked like they had lost their healer. Their faces were dejected and battered. Yet they travelled forward.

Astrid shook her head. Greed. It was one of the biggest killers down in the Bubbled Towns and Cities.

“What the hell is this?” One man waltzed forward. He held an enormous axe in one hand, and was covered in beast fur. Not a piece of armour was on his body. Despite that, he was unharmed. The only evidence of battle was the many scars etched onto his powerful body.

“Food?” the man said.

He stopped in front of the table, his large hands grabbed hold of what appeared to be a cooked bird. With a snap, he tore the leg from its body. Placing it to his nose, he took a sniff as his eyes lit up. He opened his mouth and tore into the golden skin. Translucent liquid trickled down his chin as it disappeared into his thick beard.

“Dig in!” He shouted towards his team members as they quickly joined him.

“Daniel, what do we do?” Astrid looked at the leader.

The murals that lined the walls absorbed Daniel's focus. Astrid followed him as he approached them. His fingers trailed across the pictures. Monsters in the millions left darkened doors as they spilled out into the world. They slaughtered people without hesitation and no remorse. They ate to their heart's content. Once they were finished, they simply moved onto the next target. The next destination. Fire engulfed the world, followed by a raging wave that obliterated anything–and everything in its path.

“Holy shit, it resembles the murals back on HMS Rebirth.” Brett said, gazing up at the wall.

“No. History told us that the monsters appeared from the sky. These… came from the dungeons that we’re currently in.” Daniel’s palm ran across one of the many darkened doors that filled the wall.

“Daniel–are you saying that what you thought was right all the time?” Lisa pressed her hands together.

“Maybe.” Daniel said with a trembled voice.

“I don’t see the Leviathan.” Losef said.

At the words, Daniel began looking at the other murals. Monsters of all different sizes and power appeared in the millions. But none that depicted that of a Leviathan. He then stopped at a larger mural that was on either side of the enormous set of doors. The monsters were larger than anything Astrid had ever seen before. Even the Leviathan in the picture books couldn't compare.

At the corner of the mural, out of sight from everything else, something caught her attention. Wandering closer, there was a strange black blob attaching itself to a person’s head. He tried to fight it and attempted to tear it off. But it didn’t budge. Slowly, it seemed to absorb into his body. Astrid’s finger wiped at her eyelid.

“Don’t tell me,” Rachelle paused, “the Leviathan isn’t, or wasn’t, the biggest threat?”

“Surely they’re all extinct, right?” Brett said.

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“I’ve never heard of anything bigger, or more powerful, than the Leviathan before.” Lisa said.

“That’s because a lot of history was erased, forgotten and lost.” Astrid shook her head.

“We need to tell Rebirth about this. We should leave, come in with reinforcements.” Lisa turned to Daniel, her hand rested upon his shoulder. “It’s not going anywhere.”

Daniel took a breath and nodded. “Alright guys, let’s head back.”

“Don’t you think all this is weird?” Leena said as they started walking back.

“Of course it is. My brain is fried just thinking about it all.” Brett twirled his blade and caught it in mid-air.

“Doesn’t take a lot for that to happen.” Rachelle joked.

“No, I mean,” Leena said, “why have food all set up on an enormous table? It’s obviously meant for more people than just us. And what’s behind those doors?”

“The last meal.” A robed man said from the other group.

Daniel and the others looked on over.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” He said. "Giving the warriors their last meal before a great fight."

“You got a name, Wayfarer?” Daniel said.

“I do. Peter, this team's healer.” He said. A short, scraggly beard covered his face. His hair was long, unkempt, and wild. Along with the many blood stains that covered his clothes, it was difficult to imagine him as a healer.

Astrid glanced at everyone in his party. Their armour was definitely a cut above everyone else's.

 

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