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In the frozen cavern, racing across a wide, flat granite expanse, a man sprinted desperately, urging himself onward. Quick, quick, quick! Behind him, mobs of granite golems, their gnarled spear-tipped fingers crashing against the ground, pursued him with the relentless determination of stampeding gorillas.
He moved with incredible speed, propelled by what appeared to be winged boots, leaving behind a trail of white smoke.
As the man reached the ledge, he leaped across it, narrowly escaping the grasping reach of the pursuing golems. They, too, hurled themselves over the ledge after him, their massive forms suspended in the air for a moment before plummeting towards the abyss below.
With a swift motion, the man expelled a great cloud from under his feet, propelling himself even higher into the air. As he soared, he deftly maneuvered, a hooked chain shooting forth from his side and clamping onto a stalactite protruding from the granite roof.
Swinging gracefully across the chasm, the man evaded the plummeting golems, their crashing echoes fading into the depths below. These creatures, unlike the typical monstrous depictions of fairytales, resembled professional boxers, with sole radiant blue eyes beating like hearts amidst their granite forms.
The man descended onto the ground, his footsteps echoing across the midnight blue passageway of the cavern.
From the man's being emanated a bright luminescence, illuminating the dark expanse and reflecting off sparkling purple voids.
"My God," he muttered, taking in the desolate surroundings. "This is nothing like the Marble City of Atlantas. It's much more degenerated and devolved, with a hint of early Earth if water and air had never existed, but molds of rocks came to life to battle for ages."
Crack! From the ground emerged an arm, reaching out towards the man. Swiftly, he propelled himself upwards, spewing another mist of white clouds from his feet.
In mid-air, he spun around and drew a shining blue blade with stripes of red and white across its surface. With a mighty swing, he unleashed a swishing lash that sliced through the air, the blade met its mark, cleaving a granite golem in two with a burning char around the ground with glittering sparkles of stars left behind, vanishing with the projectile. His blade then became full of light as the golem decayed into a pile of granite.
Then the man turned just in time to see a golem erupt from the ground diving upwards towards him, sending rocks in all directions. From around the man's waist, a jar began to fill with a misty cloud, reacting quickly, he used the cloud to propel himself backwards, from within the air, he twisted around with a full spin and unleashed his secondary weapon: a glowing boomerang of blue, white, and red hues. A swift flash emerged as he threw the boomerang, stricking the golem's neck mid-dive then ricocheted slamming onto another Golem head, its light revealing a surrounding herd of Golems.
Despite the impact, the golem continued its descent, conjoining its hands for a grand slam. The man braced himself, blocking the incoming attack with his arms, which were plated with platinum sleeves. The clash reverberated through the cavern, sending him crashing into the ground. With a bounce, he quickly regained his footing, utilizing the recharged mist from his bottle to backflip onto his feet.
Surrounded by closing golems, the man defended himself with expert agility, tossing aside blows with precise blocks pushing their blows away. However, the relentless assault began to take its toll, as his platinum armor turned bright orange from the repeated kinetic impacts. Sensing the increasing danger, he propelled himself backward and threw his chained hook back onto the ceiling for support.
Meanwhile, the boomerang continued its relentless assault, burrowing into the heads of the golems with increasing intensity. As they piled upon each other like a mountain, the boomerang glowed brighter until, with a deafening nova, the ground below exploded, leaving behind a massive crater.
As the boomerang returned to him, now also dull, the man couldn't help but remark, "This beats hitting them with my hands by a long fold. Ugh, I can still feel them slamming my forearms."
Descending back towards the ground, he Took a step then limped. "Oof, and my shins.", the man collected the glowing blue eyes of the fallen golems, noting their martial artist-like movements. "They fight with such style," he mused to himself, puzzled by their threat. "What's the purpose of fighting down here? No man can ever thrive in this desolate place."
Continuing his journey down the wide expanse of granite, he took sips from a clear jar containing red liquid. "There's no food, I doubt they can even eat or drink; they'll erode, nothing but this…"
His steps brought him to a giant wall with a door set into it. "There's a manor here?" he wondered aloud.
Suddenly, spherical stones emerged from the cavern wall, their glowing blue orb eyes fixed on the man. Reacting swiftly, he threw a grenade and upwardly swung his enchanted blade, unleashing another projectile. However, the spheres conjoined like magnets, forming a protective shell that fell heavily to the ground, resembling a boulder. The beam struck the grenade, causing it to explode in front of the granite sphere, but to no avail; it merely left a scar on the granite elemental shell.
As the rolling granite sphere threatened to crush him, the man dashed back, relying on his bottled cloud for speed, and fled into the manor, slamming the granite door shut behind him. With the force of a cannonball, the sphere slammed into the door, wedging itself into the doorway and effectively blocking his path.
"Whew," he sighed in relief, catching his breath. Taking in his surroundings, he began to explore the quarters.
"Whoa. Amazing," he exclaimed, noticing the chandeliers adorning the second-floor ceiling and the granite steps adorned with starry dots leading upward. "Maybe people have colonized here? Here, of all places."
Upon spotting the chandeliers above, his gaze lifted in awe. With measured steps, he approached the staircase, his hand brushing against the smooth surface of the granite steps as he ascended. Each step seemed to whisper beneath his feet.
Reaching the second floor, he traced the elegant curves of the railing with his fingertips, admiring the craftsmanship. He then shook "They even have a bookshelf, hm. Made of granite." he approached the bookshelf, his fingers trailing along its cold, stone surface. As he reached for a book, a cloud of dust billowed up, causing him to cough and sputter, "Ugh!", he fanned the dust away from his face then collected a book,
As he perused the untouched pages of the book, the man's curiosity piqued. "Amazing," he whispered to himself, examining the pristine condition of the tome. "But they can't be from my time."
His eyes fell upon the title, "Of Great Descent O Noah," by Enoch. With a sense of anticipation, he opened the book and began to read.
"Oh ye sons of Etemenanki, who is now Babel, being undone of your tongue by The Lord who has warned you through me!" The words leapt from the page, stirring something deep within him.
"Hear him once more, for he is everlasting!"
"Harken, Oh Sons of Babel! Hear! And hear well! Throughout generations, all your fathers have disobeyed! Giving themselves to desolation!"
As he read, the words seemed to come alive, transporting him to another time. He pictured Daniel among a mount, his arms and staff raised to the heavens, a symbol of defiance against the winds of fate. A gust of wind blew away Daniel's blindfold, a powerful moment captured in the pages before him.
The man absentmindedly touched the white blindfold around his neck, struck by the coincidence. "Nifty thing this was," he thought, "this guarded against the serpent's gaze."
"They sought to raise a stain to the heavens! By all the strength of Nimrod and his forefathers!" The words resonated within him, a warning from the past echoing through the ages.
"Now you have witnessed its fall, all your efforts yet there is nothing to go back to! O sons of Babel, the days are here where all will trample over you and your cries will heed no answer!" The prophecy loomed over him, casting a shadow of foreboding over the cavernous depths.
"Thereby hear! Hear! And listen to the Word of Your Lord and Your God!" Daniel's voice echoed not as a singular sound but as a multitude of thundering words, akin to a heavenly chorus resounding from every direction.
No one could escape the powerful proclamation, even as soldiers pierced into the fleeing crowds. People scattered in every direction, fearing the trampling hooves of horses and the chaos of overturned carriages spewing their contents. Amidst the commotion, thieves attempted to seize the spilled riches, only to be met with shards and splinters.
"For you are no longer of them and they are no longer of you, but I Am with all! Says the Lord!" Daniel knelt with arms outstretched to the sky, tears streaming down his face as the bleeding light pierced through the clouds, defying the darkness of the sky.
"Now each makes ways with their newfound tongue, conceiving new evils; See ye that you are not deceived! Seek me! Seek and do not hide! Stay with me in the path of peace for my sword is drawn! For great beasts have sprouted over the earth, and they seek those who seek them even without being sought, but be of heart all of you, for you have all been cast out! And with all! I Am! Thus saith, The Lord!"
As the days passed, the tower stood abandoned, its once bustling halls now silent save for the scavenging vultures. Yet from its ruins emerged tribes born of the diverse tongues, united in understanding.
The man couldn't help but marvel at the ancient text's enduring presence. Placing the book back, he hesitated before retrieving it once more and stowing it in his satchel.
"Etemenanki," he mused, recalling a teachings about humanity's shared origin and the subsequent division caused by the tower's hubris. "Even now, with our tongues though we speak to one another, can you fully understand them?"