Aeoryi

My two projects: chapters 2/12?

I can feel my heart pulsing. A revenge. A satisfaction. The feeling of flawless execution.

I am now a murderer. A world-ruiner. The king's former advisor. I have traveled from the north, been to the complete rock bottom of the land itself all the way from the heavens. Yet never have I visited the west.

I am now left with nowhere to go but the west. Follow the metallic purple lines until they get me to the channelpost. A major foothold for the western empire and scum and villianery alike, this massive outpost is the capital of travel and trade. Or it was, until Efridit wiped it off the face of the land. Turns out that one-sided trade just doesn't work that well. 

The Channelpost borders the channel, which is a massive passage from the west to the central kingdom. The channel was almost required to be used for trading between the two powers. It is the only direct way to the west from Central capital. It is also heavily guarded. Taxes and tariffs await everything passing through. They do bisuness there.

A ceremony of sorts is taking place here. The emperor liked to pretend he had a firm grip on the channelpost, when in reality he did not. The entire channelpost was all metalic silver jagged structures severing the rising sky. All gifts from the emperor, ruined by the scum on the inside. So essentially the entire city is rotting from the inside.

Feet scrape on gravel roads that are of dust. Special people in blue insigna'd capes pass by. They have an aura of superiority, and smirk at the poor beggars they pass by. The people who wanted money are the sickly, elderly, and the dying. 

Either way, after grabbing a map made out of an extrodinarily vivid material, I start to head towards the Central authority of trade in the channelpost. I need to see how things are there.

The street blew up before I could do anything though.

##VoF##

I hated this part. The singing. Bleh. The dancing. Even more bleh. But the most bleh part is the guilds arriving to take the new users in. 

Luckily, I had a choice. There was something. A thing that didn't just leave me cold at the door. A power that didn't forget me. A power that was there. I grabbed it, then immediately let go. It wasn't a real grab more of a mental pull. It flew out from underneath the stage. The stage exorcised an opening for this magic. My magic. What was it? 

It was powerful. It cut through the hypersteel lines, spilling that corrosive nightmare fluid everywhere. And where the nightmare fluid was, there were screams and pink light. Pink lights of people being absolutely disintergrated by the local false lies. It was so confusing. I held open my hand, letting the red liquid-like power flow into it. 

It could cut through hypersteel. That should be impossible. Hypersteel was forged by Metaluna users. It could contain the blood of our universe, so why could it be destroyed by some measly mutable?

I launched the red liquid power at the nightmare spiders emerging out of the pure white liquid. It killed them. Wow. This thing was powerful. I called it back, splitting it and sending it flying in two different snakes towards the powerline monsters.

The entire ceremony, of course, was in absolute chaos. people were being ascended in pink flashes as four-legged terrors spilled out of the hypersteel breach. The Winter users tried to destroy the monsters, but their weak water crystals couldn't contain liquid wrath.

Nothing could, after all. Not even the fabled horn of Korth'ez could. No metal was stronger, no force was better.

Except the thing that cut the metal. My own magic. I considered the choices. I could leave behind the breach, destroying the city, removing it from existance, or I could use my magic to block off the breach until it could be fixed. I knew what to do. The right desicion.

I turned and ran.

I wasn't the first one to come up with that idea. Many others ran away as well. Truth be told, we are all cowards on the insides. Even the Tempest users who arrived with scared faces. Even the Winter users who fought for the other's lives. Even the idiot man who ran back towards the fray.

I snatched up the red coil power, and used it to navigate the overthrown terrain. Flyers and papers, slipping hazards, were all fixed by a red plate automatically forming beneath my feat, almost autonomisly, whcih was pretty cool. Red helped me with every step I took. It helped kill the spidery things, which had basically blocked off most streets, when they were blocking the way. I didn't stop running.

 I didn't stop running until I realized what I was missing.