Myles sat in stunned disbelief as the momentous news reverberated through his senses like a symphony of hope. A radiant beam of optimism pierced the clouds of uncertainty that had enshrouded him. "That's marvelous news," he declared, his voice trembling with a blend of astonishment and gratitude. His heart sang with newfound purpose, and the room seemed to brighten as if touched by the divine.
Nylar, the bearer of this extraordinary revelation, shared in Myles' jubilation. His eyes sparkled with the promise of a grand adventure. "This is a monumental discovery," Nylar proclaimed with a fervor that was contagious, casting a gleeful smile across his visage. The weight of the moment was not lost on him; it was a beacon of hope in a world shadowed by uncertainty.
With a paternal nod, Nylar rose from his seat, his heart brimming with anticipation. "I'll leave you to rest, Myles," he affirmed, the words ringing with a sense of duty.
Yet, Myles couldn't let him vanish into the ether of possibilities. "Nylar!" he called out, his voice imbued with urgency. Nylar halted just on the precipice of the door.
"Yes, Myles?" he replied, the threshold between them, both a physical and metaphorical line of demarcation.
"I've been meaning to ask.... You've never told me. How did it happen?
Jon and CREED. How did they all die? Was.... Was it peaceful?" Myles inquired.
Nylar paused and took a deep breath followed by a long exhale. He walked up to Myles, strolling slower than his regular pace and then proceeded back to the chair which he sat on.
Myles gazed at Nylar with a mixture of anticipation and sorrow, his heart heavy with the impending tale. Nylar's eyes grew distant as he embarked on the painful journey of memory. He recalled the days when life was a vibrant tapestry of hope and camaraderie.
With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, Nylar began, his voice a somber melody that filled the room. "It was a day etched in our collective memory, a day that marked the end of an era. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across CREED HQ, a place that had once been the epitome of unity and purpose."
"The bomb, a sinister creation of destruction, had been unleashed upon us without warning. Chaos erupted as sirens blared, and the stark reality of our impending doom gripped us all. It was a frenzied scramble as we tried to make sense of the situation, the air thick with fear and panic."
Nylar continued, his eyes moist with the painful recollection. "Jon fearlessly faced the inevitable with an unwavering resolve. He knew that time was our greatest enemy, and that there was no escape. In that moment of profound self-sacrifice, he sealed our fate.
With the resounding clang of the closing doors, he whispered his farewell, a poignant farewell to a life of service and a world he cherished. His last words resound in my head till this day, "This is the end of the line for me Richard, everything has brought me back to this moment, it's up to you guys now, make it count."
A tear welled in Nylar's eye as he recounted Jon's selfless act. "Jon, using his extraordinary powers, anchored himself to the earth and erected a protective dome of impenetrable strength. He shielded us from the apocalyptic maelstrom, offering himself as the last bastion of defense. We huddled together, unable to see, only hearing the deafening roar of destruction outside."
Time moved in a surreal manner within that sanctuary of despair. Nylar's voice trembled as he continued, "Days turned into eternities as we clawed our way out from beneath the debris that once symbolized our sanctuary. When we finally emerged, it was a world transformed. The once mighty CREED HQ lay in ruins, a testament to the magnitude of our loss."
Myles listened intently, his heart aching for the valiant souls who had given everything. He couldn't help but ask, "And CREED, Nylar? What became of our organization?"
Nylar's eyes, now hardened with determination, met Myles'. "CREED may have fallen in the physical realm, but its spirit lives on within us, the survivors. We carry the legacy of Jon and all those who made the ultimate sacrifice. It's now our duty to ensure that the ideals of CREED endure, that they continue to inspire and protect in a world that desperately needs it."
As Nylar concluded his tale, the room seemed to reverberate with the echoes of those fateful moments. The past had been painful, but it had forged a commitment to honor the memory of their fallen comrades and ensure that their sacrifices were not in vain.
"Alright Myles, I'll leave you be," Nylar said lastly just before leaving the room.
Just as Nylar left, Myles retired back into the confines of his bed, relaxing into the soft cushioning as he stared at the ceiling once again with burgeoning listlessness.
His mind was drawn back to the thought of the days he felt so much power and strength surging through his veins. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
As the weight of the story settled upon Myles, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of guilt and sorrow. He lay on the bed, his thoughts a swirling tempest of emotions. In that moment, a gentle breeze wafted through the open window, carrying the soft scent of blooming flowers.
The curtains billowed, casting playful shadows on the room, a subtle reminder that life, though fragile, still held moments of beauty and hope even in the face of tragedy.
Myles, having absorbed Nylar's story of courage and sacrifice, sat up on the edge of the bed. His thoughts raced, his emotions in turmoil, but with each passing second, he felt something transformative taking place within him. He clenched his fist, his resolve hardened.
In that very room, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun, he made a silent promise to himself. He would honor the memory of Jon, the fallen CREED members, and the organization itself. Their sacrifice would not be in vain. With determination etched on his face, he knew he would carry the torch of CREED's ideals into a world that needed them more than ever.
"I can't wait to get out of this bed" Myles thought to himself.