9th December 2125 (16:56pm • HANAO City • YUMESA.SUTSTORI Building • NISSHOKU NO GYOKUZA
("Throne of the Solar Eclipse")
...8 month 14 days ago...
The Great Hall was filled with an eerie silence, an emptiness that hung in the air like an unseen fog. The only sound was the soft, almost weightless thud of footsteps. A figure moved steadily, their steps echoing across the vast space as they walked onto the crimson carpet leading toward the throne at the far end of the chamber.
The massive doors of the hall were closed behind them, sealed shut by guards in mech suits adorned with intricate, traditional Japanese designs-craftsmanship worthy of legends-and oni masks that loomed ominously. No one questioned the figure's entrance; they passed without hesitation, their presence seemingly recognized as one granted entry by right, not by request.
From the side, a sharp voice pierced the stillness.
"Ehem! Excuse me... Misty, why are you here?"
A maid, standing by one of the chamber's tall windows, looked over at the figure. She wore a delicate dress, the fabric clutched tightly in one hand. In her other hand was a peculiar mop, its glowing pink traces suggesting it was more than just a cleaning tool.
Her blonde drill curls bounced with each movement as her sharp hazel eyes fixed on the young woman in the black dress. The woman's gown was decorated with black roses, trailing behind her as she moved forward carelessly, her presence commanding yet understated. The maid's gaze turned suspicious.
"...Did you fill out the request form to meet your highness?" she asked, her voice sharp with skepticism.
"Shut it, Felsh!" one of the guard suddenly spoke up by the door chamber "Don't doubt your highness... Guest like that."
One of the chamber guards, stationed near the door, spoke up, his voice a firm reminder. His eyes locked on the maid, Felsh, with a silent warning.
"O-oh... I apologize! Forgive my rudeness, miss guest," Felsh stammered, stepping back hastily and giving a polite bow to the young woman, who, undeterred, continued her march toward the throne, her dark gown sweeping along the carpet.
The figure paused at the center of the chamber, as though sensing something imminent. Her violet eyes narrowed, locking onto the empty space before her.
Just like she thought..
a massive hologram materialized in front of her. The projection shimmered with pixelated pink light, framed with antique flower motifs along its edges. The hologram was massive, blocking her view of the throne, its presence undeniable.
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...OPERATE MISSION...
•DISTINCT HEXER•
•YUME EMPIRE•
...HUNT.. COMMUNICATE.. ALLIES..
•POSSIBLE THREAT•
• Unleash uncontrollable imbalance to the nation's atmosphere.
• Untamed power. Potential. Unsustainable figure.
• Potential key to the great Eye's of Seven.
• Unnatural phenomena marked by its trace:
- Destruction of buildings/ruins.
- The appearance of 'DERØXIRIZED' entities.
- Uncontrolled power surges. Sly radiation from the Crypts.
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•MISSION•
...HUNT.. COMMUNICATE.. ALLIES..
• Hunt the distinct Hexer based on data provided by HANAO (Yume Corporation).
• Coordinates for the hunt will be tracked via ethereal radar.
• Once located, communicate with the Hexer. Build trust before proceeding with the final step.
• If the Hexer is unaware of the situation, be sure to explain everything. Remember: LOWER YOUR WEAPON.
• Allies: After the hunt, work toward building an alliance. It is better to recruit the Hexer than to force them into submission. DO NOT PROVOKE; TRUST IS KEY.
MISSION ASSIGNED TO:
•YORU MANAMI•
"The Keeper of ÑYXÖRÂ"
•Female•
•Solo Task•
Build trust and devotion
for world peace and balance.
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As the hologram flickered and stabilized, the figure in the black gown stood motionless, her violet eyes fixed on the data streaming across the projection. The air felt heavier, charged with the weight of unseen forces, the silence thick as though the entire chamber held its breath.
Yoru Manami-the figure before the throne-watched the hologram unfold. Her posture was still and regal, but there was a sense of anticipation that radiated from her, as if the mission at hand was not merely a task, but a necessary step in something far greater.
The hologram displayed several key details: Hexer... Possible threat... The Eye's of Seven. These words glowed in sharp pink light, and each carried an ominous weight. Yoru's gaze flickered over them, absorbing every detail. The data was more than just an objective; it was a warning. A warning that would affect the balance of the entire world.
Her fingers brushed the pendant at her neck-the only thing that had always remained a part of her, the ÑYXÖRÂ. The key to her abilities.
The hologram flickered again, and the final words stood out like a beacon: "Hunt... Communicate... Allies..."
Her eyes narrowed as she felt the immense weight of the final directive. Build trust. Recruit. Do not force. She understood. The mission was not just about hunting down a target; it was about diplomacy, building a bond with someone-or something-powerful, and convincing them to join forces.
She stepped forward, her gown flowing behind her, and the air in the hall seemed to thicken with anticipation. The throne loomed before her, but for now, it was not her concern. She was not here to sit but to prepare for what was to come.
A cold wind swept through the hall, rustling the edges of her gown, but Yoru didn't flinch. She had long ago learned to embrace the stillness, the calm before the storm. The mission ahead was daunting-hunt, communicate, ally. Each step more dangerous than the last. But it was a path she had no choice but to walk.
The room, still illuminated by the hologram, began to fade into shadows. The throne was now clearly visible, but it felt distant-an unreachable thing, symbolizing the power she would one day command, if everything went according to plan. For now, the throne was nothing more than a destination she needed to pass through.
As she took a slow, deliberate step forward, the words from the hologram echoed in her mind. Build trust... recruit them... ally... Yoru clenched her fists, determination settling over her. This mission was not just about survival or conquest-it was about peace, balance, and the role she would play in shaping the future.
Behind her, Felsh, still standing by the window, watched with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. The maid couldn't quite understand the weight of Yoru's presence. Despite her youthful appearance, Yoru was a force, one that radiated the energy of something much older, much more dangerous.
"Are you sure this is the right path?" Felsh asked cautiously, her voice barely audible. "The Hexer... it might not be what we expect."
Yoru didn't respond immediately. Instead, she continued walking toward the throne, her long gown trailing behind her like a shadow. She had already made her decision. The mission was clear.
At the throne, she paused and looked up, her violet eyes locking with the empty seat as though it had some unseen power over her. She could feel the tension of the mission-the Hunt-simmering in the air. It would be difficult. It would be dangerous. But it was necessary.
With one last look at the projection, she activated her own communicator, the signal pulsing with faint blue light. Her voice was calm, but firm. "Prepare the coordinates. The hunt begins now."
Her words echoed through the silent chamber. The only response was the soft hum of the ethereal radar coming to life, tracking the Hexer's movements, the beginning of a hunt that would determine the course of the world itself.
The mission was clear. The hunt was on.
And the fate of the Yume Empire-perhaps the world-now rested in the hands of a single woman, the Keeper of ÑYXÖRÂ.
The hologram flickered again, the pink light flickering and dimming as Yoru's words resonated through the chamber. The projection shifted, revealing a new set of data, now pulsing with coordinates and a series of cryptic symbols. The Hexer's location was no longer a vague rumor-it was a tangible target.
Felsh, still lingering by the window, observed Yoru closely. There was a hint of doubt in her gaze, something unspoken, but it was swallowed by the weight of Yoru's resolve. The maid's hesitation was clear, but her respect for Yoru was unyielding.
"If you fail, we all fail," Felsh murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You know the consequences."
Yoru didn't respond immediately. Her eyes remained locked on the glowing coordinates, her thoughts calculating, moving through each possible outcome. Failure wasn't an option. Not today. Not when the fate of the world hung in the balance.
She turned her gaze away from the hologram, her eyes briefly meeting Felsh's. Her voice, though quiet, was unwavering. "Failure is not an option." Her words carried the finality of a command, one that left no room for doubt.
Felsh nodded curtly, bowing once more, but there was an unspoken tension between them. Even though they were allies in this moment, there was a quiet acknowledgment that the path ahead was fraught with danger. Yoru was about to face an enemy unlike any she had encountered before-a force that could tip the scales of power in the empire, and possibly the world.
With a swift motion, Yoru activated her communicator once more. Her voice was low but firm as she spoke into the device. "Coordinates confirmed. Preparing for launch."
A soft whir of machinery filled the air as the massive chamber doors began to open, revealing the vast expanse of Hanao city beyond. The sky outside was painted with streaks of crimson and violet, as the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, casting long shadows over the streets below.
The city felt eerily silent, as if it too was holding its breath. Yoru stepped forward, her gaze never leaving the hologram as it dissolved into the ether. Her footsteps echoed in the chamber, each step a deliberate stride toward the unknown. She was leaving the safety of the Throne Room behind, stepping into a world that would either break her or propel her to unimaginable power.
As she reached the entrance, the cold night air hit her, sharp and biting. She didn't flinch. Her mission was clear. The Hexer had to be found, and the peace of the empire-and possibly the entire world-depended on it.
Felsh's voice followed her as she exited the building. "Miss Yoru..." she called out, her tone softer this time. "Remember what's at stake. Trust is fragile. Don't let it slip."
Yoru didn't turn to face her. Instead, she continued walking, the black gown swirling behind her like the trailing tendrils of night itself. Her eyes focused on the distant horizon, where the faintest glimmer of light marked the beginning of her journey.
"I won't, I also...find help before confronts this Hexer.." she replied, her voice steady and unyielding. "The Hexer ..is not an easy task.. this wouldn't be cheat.. they make this solo task because i was the only one capable.. in this city.. no.. nobody match mine's... It's..time for reunion before the actual task"
Yoru mutters to herself..her violet eyes stares out at the horizon.. letting her breath.. taken in mist by the the breeze ..she thought to herself..
The hunt had begun.
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This all happened.. because of that.. damn experiment..of her father obsession with it's unit... To search for the 'Echoes' revival.. it was a mistake to connect them to humanity again..
They should've be forgotten in ruins, in those centuries.. but.. they manage to sparks them a revival 10 years ago.. and she's the evidence of it ... She's the host on one of the echoes now..
ÑYXÖRÂ...
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Along with that revival.. they're might be woken up.. something worser... untamable an opposite of those like heroic figure 'Echoes'..
A thing..that were stopped and burries centuries ago for good..
It happens that...
Human just not grateful all along..
..the 'curiosity kills the cat' phrase perfectly resembles the effect now...