There was calm, and there was night. A half-moon glistened, endless stars sparking bright. But on this night, Eltic watched the expanse ahead, eyes peering.
He stood atop a building's statue and gazed ahead. The mansion of Thaddeus Lionheart had fallen, killed in secret. He wondered how the man never knew if there was an entrance to his home. Was there a deeper scheme that he was unaware of?
"People, they are really confusing," Eric whispered, massaging his forehead. Things could never be easy, it seems, because something always propped up. An issue had to exist.
So, he retrieved an object. It was a blue canister full of technological ambiance, sleek energy coursing down its form, bright.
This weapon was a secret and possibly banned weapon—a spatial bomb. Its job was solely to distort space-time minimally, to create a slight curvature for a particular area.
