Stillness and silence were his relief, but his mind was continuously actively searching for answers to the uncertainty of everything that had happened, He couldn't help but wonder what the future held and how he would navigate through it all. The weight of the unknown was heavy on his shoulders, but he refused to let it consume him. Instead, he focused on the present moment and tried to find solace in the simple things.
The sound of birds chirping outside his window, the warmth of the sun on his skin, and the taste of his favourite tea all brought him a sense of peace. He knew that life was unpredictable and that there were no guarantees, but he also knew that he had the strength to face whatever came his way. So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and allowed himself to be fully present in the moment. For now, that was enough.
Ramiel was quiet and just went with the flow, accepting the situation as it unfolded. Before him, nothing could escape his attention. He was keenly aware of the sights, sounds, and smells around him. The rustling of leaves in the wind, the chirping of birds in the trees, and the scent of freshly cut grass all contributed to his sensory experience. As he closed his eyes, he imagined a group of children playing nearby. They were laughing and running around, carefree and full of joy.
Ramiel couldn't help but smile at their innocence and energy. It reminded him that life was meant to be enjoyed, even in the midst of uncertainty and chaos. He decided to join in on their game, forgetting about his worries for a moment. As they played together, Ramiel felt a sense of connection with these children that he had never experienced before. At that moment, he realized that sometimes it's the simple things in life that bring us the most happiness and fulfilment.
Ramiel accesses Symbiote, the collective, for any information about the land typography and orology of Crimson Peak. As Ramiel delves into the depths of Symbiote, he feels a rush of excitement coursing through his veins. The collective is a vast repository of knowledge, and he knows that it holds the answers he seeks. He focuses his mind on the task at hand, filtering out all distractions as he searches for information about the land typography and orology of Crimson Peak. Gradually,
The collective begins to yield its secrets to him, revealing a wealth of data about the area's terrain and geological features. Ramiel pores over maps and charts, analyzing every detail with a keen eye. He notes the steep inclines and treacherous cliffs that make up much of the landscape, as well as the deep gorges and winding rivers that cut through it. As he continues his search, he discovers evidence of ancient volcanic activity that has shaped the region over millions of years. With this newfound knowledge in hand, Ramiel feels confident that he can navigate Crimson Peak with ease and accomplish his plan to contain the issue of the mutated antlion.
He now needs to ensure that the antlion won't branch out and spread all over the land, and confirming their current location and number must be dealt with, knowing that he alone has the ability to cast the Arcane Sonar Detection spell, but even with this, the range of the detection spell was just half a mile. he cants just stay behind and give directions to the Symbiote Collective, so he needs a way to effectively relay all the information to every member of his team,
even with a communication device that Lady Laerdya developed could only communicate with one person at a time, Ramiel always assumed the enemy always has a certain level of intelligence and fear that someday they will encounter a creature that was strong and smart at the same time so, in his mind, it's much better to assume in advance rather than face one unexpectedly and many lives died because he neglected this fact first hand, having a way to communicate and share information to every person in a safe and secure way must be now his top priority, Ramilel stood up from were he was and called all of his top executive and requested a few top officers from the nine Noble houses to attend the war meeting as he officially delegate a plan to ensure their chances of survival,
the meeting proceeded as the queen just sat there and listened to his son plan with a proud look in her eyes, Ramiel was thorough and laid out each detail and gave out commands, his main focus was information gathering and secure and proper way of distributing this to all participating forces,
a few guild arrogant members who joined the meeting ask why they were too focused on this thing, the mare fact as a Royal member of the house of Demiurgos he could just send out all of their armies to fight these monsters without even setting foot or getting his shoes dirty,
Sigma and Delta were furious at what they said to Ramiel and not an ounce of respect was heard, Ramiel answered them in a tone that shock the rest of the officers in the tent they were currently using,
"Are you all that stupid or just too arrogant to think?"
"I requested all of you here to gain knowledge of what was happening and gin to happen, this meeting is not about who is stronger or who has more merit to arrogantly boasts who has more kill,"
"All of us are here because I and the Queen decided it so,"
" you were all given the opportunity to start a new path that will honour your family legacy as true warriors and not just see this task as a mere job,"
"10 million of those things will come out from every part of the land and they will kill and feed, who do you think will suffer in case you didn't have any information about where and how many these monsters might be?"
"even if we combine all of our forces two hundred thousand versus 10 million of those can you assure me you can kill ten of them and not die,"
"and do you think it's wise to just attack them with attack spells randomly without even confirming if the spell would even work,?"
"and can you assure me you can locate and enter their nest and kill all those creatures and gamble that those flesh-eating monsters won't escape, and attack a village of a small city?"
"Are all of the experts in determining what mutated creature will come out from their ness?"
"Are all of us fast, strong, and resilient enough to attack and defend at the same time?"
"those you entire family, and all of the people in your land have sufficient food, clean water medicine and weapons to last this war,"
"how many living individuals can pick up a weapon and defend themselves if these things come out from the ground where your family is residing."
"If you can answer me right now, I want all of you who think it's better to just use brute force to stand here and lead the battle."
"the guild was not created just to be an organisation to gain a job, it was created to save lives."
In this instance, all those from the guild did not utter a single word anymore and just stayed quiet and listened to Ramiels strategy. Ramiel's plan was bold and daring, but it was also the only option they had left. The guild had been backed into a corner, and they needed to act fast if they were going to survive. Ramiel knew this better than anyone, and he had spent countless hours devising a plan that would give them the best chance of success. He laid out his strategy in detail, outlining every step they needed to take and every obstacle they would face along the way. Everybody listened intently, their eyes fixed on Ramiel as he spoke.
They knew that this was their last hope, and they were willing to do whatever it took to see it through. As Ramiel finished his speech, there was a moment of silence before the guild members began to nod in agreement. They knew that this was their only chance at survival, and they were ready to put everything on the line for it. With renewed determination, they set out to put Ramiel's orders into action.
all of his top officers went out to fulfil their orders, Beta Sigma Gamma and Delta scoured the entire crimson mountain landscape and used all the necessary tools and manpower to map the underground nest where the Antlion was located and rapidly expanding, without disturbing them in the process
Ramiel knew that the armour that he was using was Symbiote which originated from the animals that got killed intentionally or unintentionally and were contaminated by the miasma in the forsaken forest many years ago. have a certain small amount of intelligence that can be trained to do a simple task by its tamer
Now he hopes he can use it to a certain amount of extent beyond what was using them before, and not just be his symbiote armor. Before, He had spent countless hours studying the ancient texts and deciphering the spells that would allow him to control the spirits of the dead. but he never tried to command the other various symbiotic animals that were part of the collective before
so as all of his personnel were informed and conducted their own approach toward his command Ramiel decide to test his idea if it will bare fruit like the way he was able to summon and give tasks to the Gahanna shadow wolf pack,
So inside the tent with a few of his staff, while the Queen was discussing important state affairs that needed to be changed, Ramiel walked toward the far corner of the tent that was magically enchanted by an expansion spell, making the six-foot-tall by ten-foot-wide and 20-foot-long tent triple its size inside, allowing for more space to lodge more than a hundred people.
It even has its own separate private rooms, complete with luxurious amenities like plush beds, ornate dressers, and en-suite bathrooms. The air inside the tent was cool and refreshing, thanks to a powerful cooling charm that kept the temperature comfortable even in the hottest weather.
Outside, the sun beat down mercilessly on the dusty desert landscape, but inside the tent, it was an oasis of comfort and luxury. The walls were decorated with intricate tapestries and colourful paintings depicting scenes from ancient myths and legends. In one corner of the tent, a group of staff members under Beta were working diligently to handle logistical plans. In another corner, a team of chefs that serve Irles Filri prepared delicious meals using only the freshest ingredients from the seaport cities of Mirielis and Avarel City,
Everywhere you looked, there were various people and different races working and deliberating, and exchanging information with each other inside this magical space. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, this had been nothing more than an empty patch of rocky land terrain filled with battle-fueled warriors.
But with a wave of a hand and a few well-placed spells, it had been transformed into a temporary shelter of comfort and safety for those who had survived the battle. The once barren landscape was now adorned with tents, makeshift medical stations, and food distribution centers. The smell of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, and the sound of laughter and conversation could be heard throughout the camp.
It was a stark contrast to the chaos and destruction that had occurred just hours before. Despite the devastation that had taken place, there was a sense of unity and camaraderie among those who had made it through. They were all survivors, bonded by their shared experience and determination to rebuild what had been lost. As night fell, torches were lit and fires were started, casting a warm glow over the camp. It was a small moment of peace in an otherwise tumultuous time, but it was enough to give hope to those who needed it most.
Ramiel was still in his meditation posture and interacting with the symbiotic animals remaining ethos, as he tried his best to understand if they were able to interpret the reason why they must help him, and there were a lot of them, the number corresponds to nearly many decades being consumed and becoming part of the miasma that corroded and ate any living thing that accidentally got trapped. on, ensnared in its grasp.
Ramiel had been doing his best to communicate with these creatures and turn them into their trump cards, and he used them to venture into the antlion nest and relay vital details of their movement, number, and type It was a dangerous job, but one that Ramiel must have done knowing that he was making a difference in the lives of those who needed it most. As he continued his interaction with a lot of them, ranging from the biggest to the smallest, because they no longer felt pain or hunger and were all very docile, Ramiel began to notice something strange happening with the symbiotic animals.
They were becoming more intelligent and powerful than he had ever seen before. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but as he consciously trained them inside the collective space in his mind, he realized that something extraordinary was happening. After two hours, he was able to utilize this as another achievement to increase, but the only downside is that the symbiotic animals can be killed, because of their weak spiritual attachment to the material plane, and they need to detach themselves from being his body armour to freely move around.
So, without wasting any more time, he instructs them to enter the nest and become his eyes, and they move out in droves in a form similar to a pygmy mouse as they spread out with happiness in their minds, as they could finally repay their saviour, who had liberated them from a miserable state within the corrupt miasma before,