1 Hour ago
Eidolon had no friends. He was proud of having no friends. He liked him by himself.
Right now he was heading to Edmonton. There was a rumor that Epoch, most likely a time epic, had called a meeting with all the epics there, and next thing you know, you couldn’t find any. Then there was that moon person. She drove the maples back to where they were originally, which was basically nothing. Then a corrupt epic came. Not a bad epic, but a corruption type epic, followed by a cult: the acyoltes or something like that. Pariah holds territory where ERA used to be; southeastern corner of the city. used to be a statue or something like that.
He walked through a wall. That’s right. Through. Eidolon quickly flew through the roof of an apartment and switched to the real world. Being able to feel things was so much better.
He looked out the window. There was Edmonton in its… he didn’t know if he should call it glory. It was purple to the north, and there was a massive blue forcefield, still expanding, and that was really all that stood out.
Time to go there, Eidolon thought, and switched to the spirit world again.
“What should I do? Eidolon asked seemingly nobody.
His reply came. “Scout the purple area and the increasing blue dome, that would be what I’d do.” A voice said.
It was always creepy the way is ancestors spoke. You couldn’t see them, but yet they always seemed to be behind you. He flew to a place somewhere between them, hid, then summoned his clones, so then if he was discovered, his clones wouldn’t dissipate, but would try returning to him. He commanded it to scout out the purple land. all of the clones ran out. He sent all three to scout out the purple stuff and awaited for their return.
PRESENT TIME
The clones returned, telling him that there was a corruption epic who had… monsters, and a lot of enemies. His name was depravity and he wanted to talk to the blue forcefield epic whose forcefield was full size now.
A 6'2 man wearing a red shirt and blue jeans looks down his alley. “Whatcha doing there?” he asks, unaware of the spirit epic
He summons one of his clones to him and makes them play offensive while he plays defensively. The clone attacks the man with a knife. One of those things that Eidolon keeps around for situations like this. The man swears and shoots him with a handgun. The bullet goes straight to the spirit realm.
The man, realizing he's lost, attempts to run away, but the Eidolon’s clone comes out of a garbage dumpster and jabs a knife through his heart. The clone stands there, waiting for instructions, softly fading from orange to red. Eidolon switches to the clone. I wonder why I don’t throw up doing this, he thinks, and sends the clone to patrol around him while he continues to ponder.
Now where to next, Eidolon wonders to himself. He makes up his mind. He heads through the fleshy purple corruption, towards the center of Edmonton.