Far beyond the known realms of Eden, a celestial landscape unfolded, bathed in shimmering starlight and ethereal winds. The surreal expanse was illuminated by glowing constellations flickering like distant fires. In this otherworldly realm stood a large castle of dark gray and gunmetal, its imposing structure a testament to foreboding strength. Deep within its chambers, knights clad in black and silver surrounded a massive magical centerpiece: a screen projection flickered in the air, images of star constellations and other universes, worlds of unimaginable wonders and horrors, each swirling in brilliant colors being scrolled through until it stopped and reached to one point on the map, whose title appeared at the bottom: Eden.
Among the knights, the tallest was a hooded figure, arms folded in silence. With a mere gesture, he commanded his legion to follow him. They traversed the ethereal corridors of the castle, their heavy footsteps resonating with the clanking of hard-forged metal and iron.
Upon reaching a vast docking port, they boarded the colossal airship. A towering metal leviathan resembling a cathedral in the sky, as if not made in this world, loomed before them: the Nemesis. The power turbines roared to life, whirring as they drew in air from one end and spewed fire from the other. The doors sealed shut, locking the mechanisms in place.
As the Nemesis ascended, the urgency of their mission weighed heavily on the crew. They knew mere engines would not reach Elysian in time. With synchronized precision, the gunners activated the ship's cannons, unleashing a brilliant ball of energy that shot forth into the void. It exploded in a dazzling display of light, forming a swirling, temporary doorway that shimmered like a gateway to another dimension.
The Nemesis surged forward, flying through the portal, leaving the celestial realm behind as it pressed onward toward Elysian.
*
On Elysian's outskirts, silently gliding through the sky, were scout ships, their sleek, reinforced hulls designed for reconnaissance, not combat. The crew members peered over the edges, scanning the vast expanse of ocean below where the refugee ships had once floated. Hours had passed with nothing to report—just the endless blue of the sea, calm and unyielding.
"Nothing yet, Captain," one crewman called out, frustration creeping into his voice. "We've covered every inch of this area."
The captain tightened his grip on the wheel, frowning. "Keep looking. We'll do one more sweep, then return."
In the distance, dark clouds suddenly gathered, ominously swirling like a brewing storm. The crew's mood shifted, an uneasy tension settling among them.
"Look at those clouds," another scout pointed, his voice barely a whisper. "They're not natural."
A monstrous shape resembling smoke in its coiling, twisting form materialized from the darkness as the ships closed in. The enormity of it sent chills down the spines of the crew. They could hear it then—a roar that rumbled like thunder, echoing across the sky, reminiscent of some ancient, eldritch creature from the depths of nightmares.
A biting cold seeped into the air, creeping into the crew's bones as the water below began to slow and freeze. Ice formed in patches on the surface, spreading outward like a disease. The compasses of the scout ships malfunctioned, spinning wildly as the temperature plummeted, sending the crew into a panic.
"Turn back! Turn back now!" the captain commanded, his heart was now racing. The crew scrambled to maneuver the ship, desperately trying to gain distance from the ominous figure.
But it was too late. The dark ship, gliding through the air with unnatural speed, opened fire with its cannons. The air crackled with energy as the blasts roared forth, exploding with a sound that shattered the eerie calm, its aim true and merciless. Explosions engulfed the scout ships, splintering them like dry kindling, and the chaos drowned out the crew's desperate cries. Destruction rained down as the remains of the scout ships plummeted into the icy sea, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.
*
Eve hurried back into her quarters, her hands trembling as she feverishly packed her belongings. A few items slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor as she struggled to maintain her composure.
From a separate room, Ilene returned with fresh medical supplies, having just added more to her bag. "My lady, what do we do?" she said as her voice quivered with concern.
Eve paused, meeting Ilene's gaze with resolve. "I'm going to see Sky again. He knows something, and I need to find out what it is." Her determination was unwavering; she could sense that Sky held vital information about what he had witnessed.
Ilene nodded in silence, accepting Eve's decision. Her primary goal was to protect Eve at all costs, ever vigilant for any potential dangers that might arise. As Eve continued to pack, Ilene placed the fresh supplies on the table, her worry for her lady lingering in the air. She felt she would need her sword later, clutching it at her side.
As they made their way to the front of the palace, a commotion erupted outside. A towering dwarf with a bushy beard protested loudly for the release of his friend. Eve initially paid little attention until she heard him call out Sky's name.
"You don't understand! This has all been a mistake! My lad Sky—like the bloody clouds up there—is locked up in your prison! I demand you release him! I'll tear down these walls if I have to!"
Eve approached the dwarf, and the guards moved aside as she spoke to him. "Excuse me, what's wrong?"
"You people have my lad all chained up! This is an injustice, and I demand you release him! It's all been a mistake!"
"I know who you're speaking about. I went to see him; he was hurt, but he's okay now, and I believe he's innocent," Eve reassured him.
"However, he is going to be taken to the Inquisition."
Aleyn's face fell, his eyes ablaze with fury. "No! You can't do this!"
"The Inquisitor believes it has something to do with the gemstone he carries. Something else dwells inside, and he wants to pry it out. I will accompany him. Once they're done, they'll bring him back."
Aleyn let out a harsh laugh. "You've got to be kidding me! By the throne, ye ken anyone taken by the Inquisition never returns. If you go with them, they're just humoring ye; they'll find an excuse to keep ye too."
Eve fell silent, doubt creeping into her expression.
"You're thinking the same thing, aren't you?" he pressed, leaning in closer.
"I do think they may not have the greatest of intentions," she admitted.
Eve's conviction slowly gave way to uncertainty. She wasn't sure what to believe. Despite Aleyn's protests, she felt he might be right. "Then the path to hell has been paved for you."
"That is why I intend to stay with him to ensure his safety," she insisted.
Aleyn took a moment to breathe, sensing a flicker of reassurance in her determination. Eve pulled out Sky's sketchbook, flipping to the page with the curious celestial symbol. "This was in his journal. Do you know anything about this symbol?"
Aleyn brushed his finger across it. "Well, it's certainly no Dwarven. It looks tribal, possibly—nothing like whit orcs would have. It appears more ancient."
Eve nodded. "He has never created anything from his imagination. According to all these images, they're all recollections—memories. Every one of these drawings is from things he has seen, and he saw this."
Just then, Eve heard her father's voice behind her, accompanied by his personal guard. Aleyn leaned in, whispered into Eve's ear. "If something goes wrong, I will follow closely from my ship. If anything happens tae him, ye will hear from me."
Eve recalled her first impression of Aleyn—a fierce, intense dwarf, but one with a kind heart. "I give you my word."
Aleyn scanned the guards one last time, stepping away, returning to his ship as her father approached. "What did that dwarf want?" he asked. Eve spoke in a measured and calm voice.
"He told me to be careful." The weather picked up, dark clouds gathered ominously overhead.
Aleyn made his way back to the docks, where Lux stood at the edge of the harbor, feeding her beloved hawk, Hermes, perched on her arm. She watched the sea with intense focus, her eyes sharp and determined, as if searching for something beyond the clouds. A storm was brewing in the distance, slowly approaching the harbor.
Without looking away, she asked, "Where is the boy?"
"They're not exactly eager to let him go. The wee miss said he's being taken to the Inquisition." Aleyn replied.
"I think that's the least of their problems," Lux said ominously, glancing at the gathering clouds, darker than usual. At that moment, Aleyn heard a faint ticking noise coming from his ship. It was a high-pitched sound that felt all too familiar, a noise he hadn't heard in a long time. He rushed into the Elsa, darting past its doors and cabins until he reached his room, where he had housed Sky before.
The sound drew him in, his eyes caught by a faint golden glimmer on the table. He approached slowly, shocked to find the timepiece that had been broken so long ago. He picked it up, caressing the glass face with his fingers. It had been repaired; its hands were rotating, and the ticking echoed through the room as it chimed the new hour. But this was impossible, Aleyn thought. His mind returned to Sky and his well-being. He needed to get him back.
The ticking of the clock faded into the background, drowned out by the distant rumble of thunder. Aleyn stormed outside, noting the clouds creeping ever closer. He sensed danger looming as he spotted the shapes of floating airships in the sky advancing toward the harbor.
"Prepare to cast off! We're leaving!" he ordered his crew. They sprang into action, having spent the previous days repairing and resupplying the ship.
Lux sent Hermes soaring back into the clouds toward the palace before making her way into her tavern, navigating through the back rooms. It didn't look like it would open for business today.
The dim light of the cell flickered as the heavy iron door creaked open. Orthrand stepped inside, flanked by two guards whose armor gleamed ominously in the sparse illumination. Sky, seated on the cold stone floor, looked up with a mixture of defiance and fear. He could feel the weight of their scrutiny, the tension crackling in the air like a storm brewing.
"Sky," he began, his voice smooth yet laced with authority. "We have some arrangements to make before your transport."
Sky remained silent, his heart racing. He could sense the threat in the Inquisitor's presence, an unnerving calm that suggested he was accustomed to wielding power. However, a deep discomfort throbbed in his head, the absence of the gemstone amplifying his unease. The faint, pulsating pain intensified with each passing moment, making it difficult to think.
Orthrand gestured to the guards. "Prepare him. Bind his hands and feet. We cannot take any chances with someone of his… potential."
With the guards advancing, Sky braced himself for resistance. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" he protested, his voice echoing off the stone walls.
Orthrand's lips curled into a slight smirk. "Oh, I believe you will. You see, I have every reason to consider you dangerous. The gemstone you carry holds secrets, and I intend to extract them." He reached into his robe and produced the gemstone, its vibrant colors catching the dim light of the cell. "Everything special about you…comes from this. Nothing more."
Sky's eyes widened as he stared at the gemstone, the familiar energy pulsing from it. The headache surged. He felt exposed and defenseless without it. He felt an overwhelming urge to reach for it, to reclaim what was his.
"Easy now," Orthrand continued, his tone almost mocking. "You've already been deemed a threat. You possess something others covet, and I cannot allow you to cause any disturbances during your transport. It would be quite unfortunate if you were to, say, injure one of my men. You need only give them an excuse."
The guards advanced, their expressions unreadable as they secured the heavy chains around Sky's wrists and ankles. The cold metal clanked, tightening with a finality that sent chills down his spine.
"What is the status of the scout ships?" he asked, turning to one guard.
The guard leaned in, whispering back, "No reports, sir. They've gone missing."
As the words left the guard's mouth, a chilling sound cut through the silence—screams, distant yet piercing, echoing from the void. Sky alone heard the muffled, indistinct screams. He clutched his head, trying to block out the noise. "What's that sound?" he gasped, glancing around in confusion.
Orthrand turned, a bemused expression crossing his face. "Sound?" He paused, listening for a moment, but heard nothing. "I hear nothing," he said. Sky's anxiety deepened as the screams continued, rising and falling like a haunting melody. He pressed his palms against his ears, desperate to silence the cacophony. The headache pounded, growing worse as the voices cried out from the depths of his mind.
"Once we're on our way, you'll explain yourself," Orthrand said, turning to leave. "But I assure you, severe consequences will follow any attempt to escape or resist."
The heavy chains clanked around Sky's wrists and ankles as the guards led him out of the cell. Each step sent jolts of discomfort through him, the longing of the gemstone gnawing at his mind and intensifying the headaches that had plagued him since his capture. He focused on putting one foot in front of the other, determined to maintain his composure.
As they emerged into the dimly lit corridor, Sky spotted Eve, Ilene and Cavalon waiting at the end, escorted with a generous detachment of royal guard ensuring the whole process would go smoothly.
"My Lady, your patient is ready for transport." Orthrand said.
Eve replied with a simple nod.
A flicker of relief coursed through Sky, quickly overshadowed by confusion. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice strained. Eve stepped forward, her expression resolute. "I'm here to make sure you're safe," she replied, her gaze steady.
Sky blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Safe? But… how can you—"
"Just trust me," she interrupted gently, sensing his hesitation. "I won't let them take you without a fight." Though still confused, Sky nodded, a glimmer of hope igniting within him. He wanted to believe she could help, but the pain in his head was becoming harder to hide. He pressed his lips together, forcing a tight smile, but he could see the worry etched on Eve's face. As they continued through the palace, Sky tried to block out the discomfort, but it was clear to Eve that he was struggling. Her expression was serious in concern as she reached out, brushing her fingers lightly against his arm. "You don't have to pretend around me," she said softly. "I can see you're in pain."
Sky met her gaze, the truth in her words piercing through the fog of his thoughts. "I'll be fine," he replied, though it lacked conviction.
Before they could exchange more words, a commotion erupted at the front of the palace. A rising wave of panic rippled through the crowd, and Sky's gaze turned toward the open sky. Emerging from the clouds was a dark-shaped ship, its massive silhouette looming against the backdrop of swirling storm clouds.
As the ship revealed itself, the void screams in Sky's mind intensified, a cacophony of anguish and despair that felt as though it was reaching out to him from the very depths of the abyss. It was as if the darkness itself was staring back at him, and the sheer weight of it caused his head to throb violently. He staggered, pressing his hands against his temples, desperate to block out the torment.
Eve's expression shifted to one of alarm as she tightened her grip on Sky's arm. "What is that?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
Sky's throat went dry as he took in the sight. "I don't know," he gasped, his thoughts spiraling. "But it doesn't look good."
The sound of shouts and gasps filled the air as people pointed toward the sky, fear etching their faces. Sky felt the abyss's gaze upon him, a cold chill creeping into his bones, exacerbating the pain in his head. The intensity of the void's screams threatened to consume him, each pulse reverberating through his skull.
"Stay with me, Sky!" Eve urged, her voice cutting through the haze. "We'll get through this!"
But Sky felt himself slipping, the darkness closing in around him, overwhelming him with dread as he struggled to keep his footing. The true danger had just begun, and it held him in its merciless grasp.
On the docks, the crew of the Elsa moved with purpose, their hands flying over the ship's surface as they made final preparations. Aleyn barked orders, his voice steady and authoritative, while the familiar hum of the engines filled the air. Urgency charged the atmosphere.
Lux stepped aboard, her presence commanding. At her side hung a finely crafted sword, its blade glinting in the light, while slung across her back was a longbow made of exotic materials. Intricate markings and etchings adorned the bow, shimmering like starlight against the dark wood. Her determination shone through her fierce expression. "Let's not lose them," she declared, her eyes scanning the deck.
"Aye, we'll follow closely behind." Aleyn replied, a hint of approval in his voice. He watched as the crew secured the last of the supplies and double-checked the weaponry mounted on the ship. The engines roared to life, the turbines whirring with power as they hummed.
"Prepare for takeoff!" Aleyn called, his heart racing. The crew sprang into action, securing their positions and ensuring everything was in order.
With a last roar, the Elsa lifted off the sea into the air; the vibrations thrumming through the hull as it ascended into the sky. Aleyn stood at the helm, gripping the wheel tightly as he navigated the ship toward the palace, the looming storm clouds in the distance a dark omen of what lay ahead.
*
High within the dark gray clouds above Elysian, an airship moved silently, shrouded in shadow as it glided through the moonlit sky.
Inside the ship's cabin, a man sat at a small desk, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on his features. Moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating a framed picture turned face down on the table. He was reading a letter to himself when a crewman entered, saluting.
"Lord Gabriel, we are now in view of the target."
He rose from his desk, standing over two meters tall, his face obscured by his hood. Closing his notebook, he blew out the candle in his private quarters and stepped outside. As he glimpsed Elysian through the glass windows, the city glowed with a dark blue hue, contrasting with the fiery lights of the residences and the palace.
Venturing deep into the bowels of the airship, he navigated through dimly lit corridors, on whose walls religious parchments inscribed with holy scripture were nailed. Two trusted subordinates—a large, brutish man and an elegant woman, both clad in silver and black armor—awaited him at the passage's end.
In the center of a chamber room sat the observer, a figure draped in hooded robes, his mirrored mask reflecting the dim light. Smoke from burning incense curled around him, forming shapes that resembled bars of a cylindrical prison. His face bowed in meditation, hands locked in a focused position.
Surrounding the observer were soldiers with rifles and bladed weapons drawn, gripping their weapons tightly, as though prepared for battle rather than protection. Within the confines of the mask, the observer breathed deeply, plunging into his mind. The world outside faded to darkness, shadows bleeding into ink blots as he transformed into a spirit, leaving his physical form behind.
Floating outside the ship, he drifted through the darkened night, the blue hue of the city replaced by the shadows enveloping him. He observed the residences below, their inhabitants blissfully unaware of the watchful presence above. Those with the energies of the world glowed with white fire, while others remained gray and dull, oblivious to the observer's scrutiny.
As he hovered above the palace, a figure caught his attention. Eve stood on the balcony, her hair flowing gently in the breeze. He noted her beauty, captivated by her presence as she looked toward the airship, unaware of the eyes upon her.
The observer returned to a stable position, watching intently as Gabriel and his men prepared to disembark. Gabriel gestured with his hand, signaling it was time. The ship drifted above the city, its dark shadow drawing the attention of the people below, who left their homes to gaze up at the ominous craft.
Deep within the ship, Gabriel and his men loaded themselves into a narrow boarding compartment, gripping the handles tightly as mechanisms clicked and the doors sealed shut. The tube in which they stood heated up, generators firing to life.
A moving cloud, which hid the ship from her sight, momentarily obscured Eve's view. To her, it appeared to be floating in place, serene and still. Suddenly, several flying battering rams shot out from the ship, propelled by bursts of fire.
Her curiosity shifted to terror as she realized the intent behind the flying metal tubes. "Ilene!" she cried, instinctively stepping back. Ilene leaped to her side, pulling her away from the balcony for cover.
Orthrand stood firm, charging his staff, while the royal guard raised their shields. The alert sounded, echoing through the palace as the metal gate caved. One after another, the flying rams crashed into the palace, hitting critical points on the stone walls. Murals shattered, and debris rained down as the royal guards attempted to evade the chaos. The sheer weight of the rams crushed the unlucky ones.
The last ram came to a stop several meters in front of Orthrand. Guards surged forward and formed a protective line in front of him. The palace lights flickered and went out as the ram doors opened, revealing the chaos outside.
"Guards, to me!" Orthrand drew his staff, lightning crackling around him as energy surged from his body. His staff fumed with raw power, illuminating the darkness. He turned to his personal guard. "Take the subject to the ship."
As the order echoed through the chaos, tension filled the air. Without hesitation, part of the Orthrand's guard split off, their eyes glinting with determination as they moved toward Sky, now encumbered by heavy chains. Sky gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his composure, but the screams of the deep clamored in his mind, drowning out his thoughts.
Ilene stepped forward, positioning herself protectively beside Eve as the Inquisitional guard escorted her.
Cavalon drew his sword and stood with his men. He pointed to a royal guard issuing commands. "Send word! The palace is under attack. Tell all citizens to evacuate!" The guard immediately sprinted toward the upper levels to ring the Elysian Palace Bell. He shared a quick look with his daughter before focusing on the battle and protecting those he loved.
The royal guard, their expressions grim, moved swiftly through the chaos, determined to sound the Elysian bell—a warning for the citizens. As they reached the bell tower, they exchanged resolute glances, knowing the significance of the task at hand. With a mighty pull, they set the bell in motion, its deep tones resonating through the air.
The sound echoed across the city, a chilling alarm that pierced through the panic and confusion. Citizens paused, their hearts pounding as the reverberating clang filled their ears.
Some immediately recognized the urgency in the bell's call. Driven by instinct, they dashed for the nearest shelter, seeking refuge in basements, alleyways, and any nook they could find. They huddled together, hearts racing, praying that the sound would protect them from the chaos above.
Others stood frozen in fear, their faces pale as they tried to comprehend the unfolding nightmare. Confusion washed over them—what was happening? Why was the bell ringing? The once vibrant streets of Elysian were now filled with shadows of dread, uncertainty palpable in the air.
The bell continued to toll, as if announcing an impending danger, urging the citizens to take heed. As the echoes faded into the night, the once-bustling city felt eerily quiet, save for the whispers of those who remained, wondering if this would be the last time they would hear such a familiar sound.
For a moment, silence fell over the scene. The darkened airship's ramp descended, revealing nothing but shadows. Then a pair of glowing eyes pierced the darkness, followed by the blasts of cannons shooting projectiles flew through the air; each shot was fired with pinpoint precision, striking the royal guards just as they raised their shields, blocking the impacts just in time.
Footsteps thundered from the ram, revealing towering, otherworldly knights clad in glistening black armor. The knights surged forward like a tidal wave, their swords glowing red hot, radiating heat that distorted the air around them. With every swing, their blades sliced through the shields of the royal guards, leaving deep gashes and searing pain in their wake.
The royal guard fought valiantly, their experience honed through years of training. They matched the knights with skill, but the otherworldly warriors were quick learners, adapting to the guard's fighting style with alarming speed. The clash of metal rang out like a symphony of war as swords met shields, and the sharp reports of rifles fired into the fray.
"Stay focused!" one captain said, rallying his troops. "Protect the King at all costs!" The royal guard attempted to form a defensive line, struggling to contain the relentless onslaught of the knights.
The ground shook beneath them as a massive knight swung his blade, cleaving through a shield and sending a guard reeling back. In the fray, one knight turned to the others, the glow of his sword revealing the emptiness in his eyes as he shouted commands in a language none could understand.
"Fall back!" a royal guard yelled, desperately trying to keep order. "We need to regroup!"
But the knights were relentless, their swords striking with a ferocity that left no room for retreat. Eve clenched her fists, helplessly watching the knights advance, forcing the guards back with each strike.
"No!" Eve cried, anguish washing over her as she witnessed the knights attacking her friends, men she had known since childhood. Ilene pulled her back, helping her regain her focus. "Don't look, my lady, we must make it to the ship!"
As the battle raged, Sky observed the chaos unfold from his position. With every clash of steel and the roar of combat, the pain in his head intensified. The screams echoed louder, a relentless cacophony that threatened to consume him. He fought against the darkness in his mind, desperate to break free and join the fight, but he felt anchored down, unable to escape the binds that held him.
The guards moved swiftly, bringing Eve and Ilene aboard the Inquisitor's ship. As they lifted Sky onto the deck, his pain intensified unbearably; a searing torment felt as if an invisible force had locked its jaws into his head. The moment he settled on the cool surface of the ship, his body emitted a dark void energy, swirling around him like a tempest. His body trembled violently. The pain coursing through him felt like fire, consuming him from within. He could feel time slipping away as his heartbeat every closing second. He could feel his life force waning, a flickering flame in the face of an all-consuming darkness. Eve rushed to his side, panic etched across her face. "Sky, what's happening?" she said, kneeling beside him. She had seen this energy before, a shadowy manifestation that both intrigued and terrified her. "Where is the gemstone?"
Sky writhed in pain, unable to answer, but the fear in Eve's heart quickened her thoughts. "Inquisitor Orthrand must have it!" she said, glancing up at Ilene. "We need to go back. We can't leave without it."
Ilene's expression hardened with resolve. She nodded, as if already accepting what was to come. One of the Orthrand's guards stepped forward, his tone dismissive. "We need to leave now! The palace will fall!"
Eve's voice rose above the din. "If Sky dies, you will have no one left to interrogate, and all your efforts will be wasted!" Her words hung in the air, a desperate plea that cut through the urgency. "Letting the subject die is not your mission. Is it?"
The guard hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. After a moment, he nodded reluctantly. "Very well."
Eve leaned down, cradling Sky's face in her hands. "I'll be back," she whispered, massaging his temples to quell the agony that racked his body. The connection between them was palpable, her determination fueling him as she drew on all her strength to support him. Ilene took the lead, her sword drawn and ready. Eve followed closely behind, with a few of the Inquisitorial guards standing by Sky's side, prepared to protect him.
As they made their way back through the chaos, Ilene proved her mettle. With precise strikes and swift movements, she dispatched several knights, each swing of her sword glowing in the dim light, reflecting the determination in her heart. Eventually, they reached the heart of the battle, where the clash of swords and shouts of combat filled the air. Orthrand was still fighting, his staff glowing with energy, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. He caught sight of Eve and Ilene and shouted, "Why aren't you leaving yet?!"
Just then, a massive knight lunged forward, catching Orthrand off guard. With a brutal swing, he knocked the Orthrand to the ground, shattering his staff into splinters.
"Inquisitor!" Eve cried, her heart racing as she rushed to the fallen figure. Ilene moved in tandem, ready to defend against any further attacks.
As they approached, they saw the Inquisitor lying unconscious, vulnerability etched across his face. In that moment of desperation, Eve's gaze fell upon the scattered remains of the gemstone, glowing faintly amidst the wreckage. She lunged forward, her hand reaching for it, and as she grasped the gemstone, it radiated a brilliant light. Eve then felt an icy presence that was aimed directly at her. She could feel it, like someone from the darkness was staring at her. It was a feeling that chilled her directly to her bones. Her head turned as she looked into the darkness at the front of the palace. Emerging from the darkness, the imposing figure of Gabriel stepped forward, flanked by a battalion of knights. The moon illuminated his silhouette, giving him a ghostly appearance as he approached. Thick armor covered almost his entire body, and a black hood concealed his face; his presence dwarfed his knights. Standing over two meters tall, Gabriel towered above his men, who barely reached his shoulders even with their helmets on.
As he advanced, a mist unfurled from the clouds above, enveloping Elysian in a shroud of darkness. Then, the rain fell. The gentle taps of water quickly turned heavy, drenching everyone in metal armor as the storm intensified.
Eve struggled to stand as the giant figure drew closer, her heart pounding in her chest. Cavalon stepped in front of her, positioning himself protectively, flanked by the few remaining royal guards. They drew their swords, forming a defensive line. They were exhausted and injured.
Then a moment of relief, reinforcements. A most welcome sight.
"My King, get down!" an officer shouted, taking command as he covered the high ground. His squadron of riflemen took aim, ready to fire.
Cavalon and his men rallied, shields held high as they caught their breath. Gabriel's knights had gained significant ground, but upon the appearance of their leader, they paused, poised for his orders.
"Father!" Eve cried out, desperation in her voice.
"Run to the ship! It's your only chance!" Cavalon urged, his eyes fierce with determination.
Eve hesitated, fear and uncertainty flickering in her gaze, but she eventually nodded, tears glistening as she whispered goodbye. Ilene supported her, and together they moved with the remaining guards away from the imminent threat with haste.
Meanwhile, a regrouped squad of royal guards armed with rifles positioned themselves around Gabriel and his knights, creating a defensive perimeter on the palace grounds.
The officer, standing resolute at the front of his men, felt the weight of the moment. Gabriel casually regarded them, his knights behind him, their presence oppressive. For a fleeting moment, he appeared unfazed by the weapons pointed at him, but then a flicker of intensity ignited in his eyes, locking onto the guardsman before him.
"Now!" the officer commanded, striking his hand down to signal the attack.
With a deafening roar, the royal guards opened fire, rounds bursting forth with blinding muzzle flashes lit up the throne room. They held their ground, spending their ammunition, quickly reloading for another volley.
But as the smoke cleared, the guards realized with horror that their shots had no effect. Hovering in front of Gabriel, the bullets spun in place, suspended by an unseen force. With a casual look, Gabriel sent the bullets whizzing back with lethal speed, striking the royal guards with their own rounds. Armor shattered and bodies fell, echoing the grim reality of their situation.
The officer, the only one not struck down, seethed with fury. Drawing his sword, he charged toward Gabriel. Cavalon called out for him to stop, but it was no use. He was angry with wrath and determination fueling his attack. But with an extension of his hand, Gabriel halted the officer in mid-air, an invisible force gripping his body. The officer's muscles trembled against the oppressive pressure, unable to move, and his fingers loosened, dropping his weapon to the ground.
In the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Eve and Ilene darting through the shadows in a desperate bid for escape. He turned his gaze to Cavalon, whose royal guard stood frozen in fear, paralyzed by the unfolding nightmare.
With a simple wave of his hand, the officer's body convulsed violently, twisting and contorting unnaturally. Bones cracked, skin stretched grotesquely, and blood splattered across the floor in a horrific display of power. The officer's agonized screams echoed through the palace, drowned out by the chaotic clamor of battle.
As Gabriel's dark power unleashed itself upon the officer, a chilling silence enveloped the scene, punctuated only by the sounds of battle in the distance. Eve stood frozen, her heart racing as she watched the unimaginable unfold. The sight of Gabriel, effortlessly wielding such sinister abilities, sent a wave of dread coursing through her veins. Eve felt her stomach churn. The brutality of his power was overwhelming, a dark display that threatened to break her resolve. She watched as the officer's face twisted in agony, before dropping to the ground like a limp doll.
Cavalon, recovering from his initial shock, clenched his jaw, fury igniting in his eyes. "Stand strong, men!" he growled, steeling himself against the horror they had just witnessed. "We fight for our people, for Elysian!"
But Gabriel's mind was elsewhere. He muffled Cavalon's words in his ears as he concentrated on something far more significant. Back on the ship hovering over the palace, the observer sensed a surge of power nearby. A slow rise of energy emanated from within, drawing him closer. In his out-of-body spirit form, he saw a clear flame of energy swirling amidst a whirlwind of black smoke.
As he approached, the vision sharpened, revealing Sky—a figure cloaked in darkness, his essence a swirling vortex of terrible energy. The air around him vibrated with dark voices, an unspoken and indiscernible language that echoed ominously in the observer's mind. The closer he flew, the louder the voices became, a cacophony of despair.
Sky recoiled, as if stabbed in the mind. He struggled to stand, but his body felt impossibly heavy, forcing him to drop to the ground. The chains binding him offered no reprieve, further restricting his movements.
The Observer telepathed his findings to Gabriel. His ethereal voice resonated like a cold chorus in his mind.
"I found it. An escape vessel."
Gabriel's head turned, his blank-eyed expression striking fear into Cavalon and the royal guard. It was as if he had taken a deep breath and finally deemed the men in front of him worthy of his attention. His voice bellowed with the weight of a millennium of war. "Blot out the city, kill all in your path!"
With that command, the knights' swords illuminated with a blood-red glow, vaporizing the rain and air that touched them. In a seemingly telepathic gesture, the knights charged once more.
Above the city of Elysian, the ominous silhouette of Gabriel's flying ship loomed against the darkening sky, casting an unsettling shadow over the panicked citizens below. Confusion swept through the streets as people gazed upward, uncertainty mingling with dread. Whispers of fear echoed among the throngs; they had heard tales of darkness but never believed they would see it manifested in such a horrifying form.
Without warning, the ship pulsed with a dark energy, the air crackling with anticipation. From its belly, a particle beam of darkness shot downward, a blinding flash illuminating the sky as it descended with terrifying speed.
The beam struck the ground with cataclysmic force, a wave of dark energy erupting outward in an explosive blast. The blast obliterated buildings instantly, crumbling their structures like sandcastles against a tide. Its shockwave rippled through the streets, sending debris flying and scattering citizens in every direction. Screams filled the air, blending with the cacophony of destruction as the darkness consumed everything in its path.
Some people hid, scrambling for shelter wherever they could find it. A few ducked into basements and underground passages, praying for safety as the chaos erupted above them.
But for many, there was no escape. A scene of devastation, forever etched in memory, was left behind after the particle beam swept through the city, obliterating lives and homes alike.
The renewed ferocity of the assault immediately forced the royal guards back, their defenses failing. The knights struck with greater intensity, each swing of their blades cutting through the air with deadly precision. Gabriel remained unfazed, not so much as flinching when the incoming attacks came his way.
Cavalon and his men struggled to regain their footing, rallying together as they faced the onslaught of the otherworldly warriors. "Hold the line!" Cavalon shouted, desperately trying to rally his forces. But as Gabriel and his knights advanced, the tide of battle was shifting dangerously against them.
The knights surged forward, their swords glowing ominously, but Cavalon stood his ground, his shield raised high. Each strike was met with defiance, his blade dancing through the air as he engaged the enemy. The weight of his years pressed upon him, but his spirit remained unbroken.
Despite his experience, the sheer force of the knights was overwhelming. They were relentless, each attack designed to wear him down. Yet, as he fought, he caught glimpses of his men rallying behind him, inspired by his courage. Adrenaline coursing through him as he parried another blow, feeling the impact reverberate through his arm. He knew this might be his final stand, but he refused to yield.
As the knights closed in, Cavalon fought with every ounce of strength he had left. His breath came in ragged gasps, but he pressed on, his resolve like steel. "We will not fall this day!" he cried, striking down one knight, then another.
But as the battle raged on, his situation became increasingly desperate. He could see the fear in the eyes of his men, and it fueled his determination. He was their king, and he would protect them until his last breath.
In a moment of clarity amidst the chaos, Cavalon's heart ached for Eve, knowing she had escaped to safety. "I will hold them back for you," he muttered to himself, a promise echoing in his heart.
Just then, Gabriel stepped forward, a dark figure cutting through the chaos. "You are but a fleeting shadow, King," he taunted, his voice a chilling echo. "Your defiance is futile."
Cavalon's grip tightened on his sword. "I will not stand down!" He charged at Gabriel, determination igniting within him.
Their blades clashed, metal ringing out in the stormy air. The impact sent shockwaves through Cavalon's arm, but he pushed through, striking with all his might. Gabriel met each blow with an eerie calm, his movements fluid and effortless.
The fight was brief, a whirlwind of steel and fury. Gabriel's eyes gleamed with dark power as he countered Cavalon's strikes, parrying with ease. In a swift motion, he disarmed the King, sending Cavalon's sword clattering to the ground.
"You fight for your people, your family. You have my respect." Gabriel sneered, raising his weapon to deliver a final blow.
Cavalon's breath came in ragged gasps, yet he stood defiant, eyes locked on Gabriel's with unwavering resolve. "Elysian will never bow to you!"
Gabriel's gaze narrowed. "You cannot escape your fate," he hissed, lunging forward.
The clash of their blades echoed once more, and then all went dark.
Eve, Ilene, and the remaining inquisitor guards sprinted back toward the ship, adrenaline surging through their veins. The chaos of battle echoed behind them, the sounds of clashing metal and shouts ringing in their ears. Just as they reached the ramp leading up to the vessel, the ominous shadows of the knights loomed closer, their glowing swords illuminating the dim light around them.
"They're catching up!" Ilene shouted, glancing over her shoulder as the knights surged forward with terrifying speed.
"Hold them off!" Eve urged, fear igniting her voice. The guards responded instinctively, drawing their weapons and turning to face the advancing threat.
The knights crashed into the Inquisitor's guards like a wave, swords clashing against rifles and shields. "We'll buy you time!" one guard yelled as he engaged a knight, the two of them locked in a brutal struggle.
Eve and Ilene exchanged a quick glance, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon them. "We have to keep moving!" Ilene urged, but the fight was fierce, and the knights were relentless.
Despite their valiant fight, the guards were overpowered and fell one by one. Ilene fought like a blinding tempest, her sword flashing in the dim light as she struck down one knight after another. But despite her skill, she could only hold them off for so long.
As the chaos unfolded around them, Ilene fought valiantly, her sword flashing in the dim light as she took on one knight after another. But with each passing moment, the odds against her grew more daunting. Orthrand's knights were relentless, their strikes fueled by a dark power that seemed to invigorate them with every blow.
"Eve, you need to go!" Ilene shouted over the sounds of battle, her voice laced with urgency. "I'll hold them off!"
"No! I can't leave you!" Eve protested, panic rising in her throat.
Ilene turned to her, eyes fierce yet softened by the weight of their shared experiences. "You have to! You have to survive!"
Eve's heart ached at the thought of abandoning her friend, but deep down, she knew Ilene was right. The fierce determination in Ilene's gaze was unwavering, a testament to her loyalty and bravery.
As the knights pressed forward, Ilene stood her ground, facing them with unwavering resolve. "I will buy you time, no matter what it takes!" she declared, her voice steady despite the fear tightening in her chest. With a swift motion, she engaged the nearest knight, their blades clashing as sparks flew. The weight of the battle bore down on her, but she fought with the ferocity of a lioness, each strike a testament to her desire to protect Eve and Sky.
But as more knights closed in, fatigue took its toll. Ilene could feel the ache in her muscles, the exhaustion clawing at her resolve. She glanced back at Eve, who stood frozen, fear etched on her face. In that moment, Ilene felt a swell of affection, a bond forged through countless trials. "Until death, my lady," she whispered, determination flowing through her. Suddenly, a knight struck, catching Ilene off guard. She stumbled but quickly regained her footing, determined not to show any sign of weakness. The realization struck her like a blow: this might be her last stand.
With one final push, she engaged the remaining knights, channeling every ounce of strength into her strikes. The sound of clashing metal filled the air as she fought with a fierce grace, but the overwhelming numbers were wearing her down. In her heart, she knew she was fighting for more than just survival; she was fighting for hope for Eve. For everything they had endured together.
As a knight struck a glancing blow, pain shot through her side, but she gritted her teeth and pressed on, refusing to let despair take hold. She whispered a small prayer to herself, fury igniting her spirit.
Faith as my shield, courage my sword
Honor as my guide, my spirit is restored
On the face of the storm, we stand strong and high,
We are the valor, and we shall never die.
But with each blow, Ilene felt her strength waning, the realization that she was fighting a losing battle settling heavily upon her. Yet, even in the face of overwhelming odds, she stood tall, embodying the very essence of courage. As the knights closed in, her breath hitched in her throat, but she refused to back down. With a fierce determination, she unleashed one last desperate flurry of strikes, her sword a blur of motion as she fought against the tide of darkness.
But the knights were relentless, and their overwhelming numbers encircled her. In a swift exchange, one knight's blade found its mark, striking hard against her defenses. The impact sent her crashing against the wall; the force rattling her bones and stunning her momentarily. As she slid down to the ground, the weight of her body succumbed to the inevitable. In that moment, with her heart racing, Ilene felt a profound sense of pride. She had given everything to protect those she loved, to stand against the darkness for as long as she could.
Though the world around her blurred, and the shadows threatened to close in, she held onto the hope that her sacrifice would not be in vain. As the echoes of battle faded, Ilene's spirit remained unyielding, a silent testament to her unwavering loyalty and bravery.
Eve, filled with anguish and heartbreak, turned to run, tears streaming down her face as she raced toward the ship. The image of Ilene's fierce determination would remain etched in her heart, fueling her resolve to fight.
As Eve rushed onto the ship, her heart raced with urgency. The moment her foot hit the deck, the engines roared to life, vibrating beneath her as the vessel ascended.
"Get us out of here!" she shouted to the crew, her voice barely piercing through the clamor of battle behind them. The ship responded instantly, lifting off the ground and soaring into the sky, leaving the chaos of the palace behind.
Behind her, the remaining Inquisitor guards who had stood vigil by Sky's side rushed onto the ship, their expressions tense with determination. "Move, move!" one of them urged, helping Eve navigate the narrow entrance as the ship's ramp closed.
Through the ship's porthole, she caught a fleeting glimpse of Ilene, fighting valiantly against the onslaught of knights, a fierce warrior standing her ground. The sight tore at Eve's heart, but she knew they had to escape to save Sky.
She raced to Sky's side, desperation clawing at her throat. Without hesitation, she unfastened the gemstone necklace and placed it carefully around his neck.
The moment the gemstone contacted his skin, a powerful blast of light erupted from it, illuminating the darkened space of the ship. The radiant energy surged outward, washing over Sky and enveloping him in a cocoon of brilliance.
As the light expanded, it swept away the lingering void of screams that had tormented him, silencing the dark cacophony that had echoed in his mind. For the first time, he felt relief as the swirling darkness dissipated, replaced by a comforting warmth that coursed through his veins.
Eve stumbled back slightly, shielding her eyes from the intensity of the glow. When she looked back, she saw Sky's expression shift from one of pain to peace. The torment he had endured fading like a distant nightmare.
But deep within the shadows of the ship, the Observer felt the effects of the gemstone's power. He had been staring into the depths of Sky's void essence for too long, and now a malevolent presence struck him, like a predator sensing weakness. It felt as if a larger, more powerful entity had found him, and panic surged through his being.
A scream erupted in his mind, the sound of a wailing banshee echoing through his consciousness. "No!" was all he could mutter as the strength drained from him.
Gabriel's subordinates approached him, their bladed weapons slowly being drawn, ready to strike at a moment's notice. Desperate to call off the surrounding soldiers, he ripped off his mask, breaking free from the trance he had entrapped himself in. As he collapsed onto the floor, a thick cloud of smoke burst forth from the opening where his mask had been.
The soldiers, armed and alert, instinctively positioned themselves to fire. But as the Observer gasped for air, awakening from his nightmarish state, the soldiers lowered their weapons, confused by the absence of the threat they had expected.
The moment he blacked out, Gabriel sensed the loss of communication instantly. A dark realization washed over him; without the Observer's connection, he could no longer track the target. His mind shifted gears, urgency igniting within him.
"Capture the target!" he commanded, his voice a low growl that resonated with authority. The surrounding knights responded with renewed vigor, charging ahead as Gabriel pressed forward.
He rushed to the landing pad, his dark silhouette cutting through the chaos of battle. As he reached the edge, he looked up to see the Inquisitor's ship rising into the stormy sky, its engines roaring as it ascended higher and higher. A fierce determination coursed through him. He extended his hand, channeling his dark energy toward the ship. The vessel then, in mid flight, froze, despite its engines burning at full power. It was as though an invisible hand had plucked it and stopped it from moving and was slowly being pulled back to the ground.
Gabriel felt the resistance as he fought against the ship's powerful engines. Concentrating harder, the shadows thickened around him, swirling like a dark storm as he exerted his will. His gaze remained unwavering as the energy wrapped around the ship like chains, slowly drawing it back toward the landing pad. The engines strained against his force, vibrating with the weight of his concentrated intent. Suspended in defiance of his power, the ship shuddered, inch by inch, moving reluctantly through the air. The engines roared in rebellion, pushing back against his grasp, the light from the gemstone within shining like a beacon.
Gabriel's eyes narrowed. He could feel the fury of the storm brewing around him, thunder rumbling ominously as if echoing his wrath, his focus sharpening as he strained to pull the ship back. The shadows coiled tighter, darkening the air around him. The vessel, now slowly descending, was just within reach.
As Gabriel concentrated, dragging the ship back toward the landing pad, Ilene fought through the pain coursing through her body. Every breath felt like a struggle, but deep within her, a flicker of defiance ignited. With sheer willpower, she forced herself to her feet, each movement sending jolts of agony through her injured form. The sight of the ship being drawn back was unbearable. She couldn't let that happen—not while there was still breath in her lungs.
Drawing upon every ounce of strength she had left, Ilene launched herself toward Gabriel, a fierce battle cry escaping her lips despite the pain lacing her body. Gabriel's head snapped in her direction, momentarily distracted by her boldness. With a last surge of resolve, Ilene unleashed a single, powerful strike aimed at him. The blade sliced through the air with precision, managing to draw Gabriel's attention for just a heartbeat.
But just as quickly, he shifted his focus toward her. The huge momentum Ilene had built up was frozen in an instant; she found herself suspended in the air, caught in the grip of his dark power.
That moment was all it took. As Gabriel turned, the shadows that had coiled around the ship dissipated, and the vessel broke free from his grasp. A satisfied smile crept up on Ilene's face, relief flooding her senses.
But Gabriel's expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. "You are a true warrior," he said in hushed tones, his voice smooth yet laced with menace. "Your form is excellent, and your heart is admirable. Had you trained under me, you would not have fallen."
Ilene struggled to maintain consciousness, the edges of her vision blurring, but that wouldn't matter anymore. Gabriel's gaze hardened as he continued, "I shall give you a worthy warrior's death."
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled Ilene toward him with blinding force. In one swift motion, he drew his sword and impaled her in the abdomen. Pain lanced through her, and she coughed blood, the warmth of it contrasting with the icy grip of despair.
Gabriel took a moment to look into her eyes, watching the light within them flicker as life ebbed away. A twisted satisfaction crossed his features, but he held a semblance of respect in his gaze. Gently, he lowered her body to the ground; the fight leaving her as she collapsed.
Unusually, he placed her hands around her sword, positioning it against her chest—a last sign of respect from the dark figure who had bested her. In her last moments, Ilene clung to that flicker of pride, knowing she had fought fiercely to protect those she loved.
Orthrand's ship, now released from Gabriel's power, surged upward, ascending into the night sky. Its engines and turbines roared louder than their design allowed, gaining speed as it climbed, snapping away from the jaws of capture.
But Gabriel would not tolerate such failures. His body charged with dark, unholy energy, he focused the power into his hand and thrust it forward. Lightning burst from his fingers, shattering and melting the exterior of the ship. The engines ruptured, and the lights flickered out.
Panic erupted inside the ship as it spiraled out of control, and everyone braced for impact. At the last instant, Sky, now with his strength returning, lunged forward, holding Eve tightly as they both braced for the crash. It felt like the longest moment suspended in midair, surrounded by the serene oblivion of the night.
The blast screamed and wrecked the hull where it had struck. The loss of altitude was palpable; everyone was swept off their feet as they experienced a few fleeting seconds of weightlessness. The pilot fought desperately to regain control, but it was futile. The ship tilted at a hostile angle, a descent no one could recover from.
"We're going to crash!" the pilot's voice blared, echoing through the cabin with a chilling intensity.
Fire screamed into the hull, crushing the ship's once-perfect form. The sounds of rocks and metal roared around them as they hit the ground and rolled, each impact distorting the hull shape even more. Walls and seats crashed into Sky and Eve as the impact flung them around like rag dolls. The floor became the ceiling, and the ceiling became the floor. It was impossible to find a footing as the ship spun faster than they could process which way was up.
Screams filled the air as the ship picked up speed, their bodies tumbling and hitting every angle of the hull at a relentless pace. Sky, still holding onto Eve, gripped her tightly. They closed their eyes, awaiting the inevitable. The crashing sounds of screaming metal shattered the peaceful silence. Their heads striking the hull, blacking them out as the chaotic cage that trapped them finally came to rest.
*
Eve was the first to emerge from her daze, waking up covered in white dust from the shattered stone. Miraculously, she was still in one piece, though the pain of being thrown around seeped back into her awareness. Her ears rang, and she felt something warm and sticky flowing down the side of her face, remnants of broken jewelry and bracelets clinging to her as she rolled.
The explosion had alerted everyone surrounding them to their presence. The wreckage, illuminated by moonlight, loomed around her as she crawled through the debris to find Sky. He was unconscious, having taken the full brunt of the impact. His breathing was weak, red blood dripping from his head.
Eve checked to ensure that the bandages she had given him were still in place. Just as she feared the worst, Sky inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering open as he tried to regain his bearings. When he saw Eve directly in front of him, dirtied hair and clothes framing her worried expression, a mix of confusion and concern washed over him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice weak but steady.
Eve, still wiping dust and debris from her face, looked at him with a quiet surprise. "I'm fine, but we need to get you free." She glanced around the wreckage, her eyes landing on the lifeless bodies of the remaining Inquisition guards, their heavy armor crumpled and twisted among the debris. The guards, encumbered by their heavy armor, had pinned them down, leaving them unable to brace for impact in time.
With urgency, Eve crawled over to one guard, grabbing a dagger from his belt. For her, it felt more like a short sword, given the guards' size. "Hold still," she said, moving back to Sky, who was struggling against the bindings. She carefully cut through the ropes, her hands shaking slightly as she worked.
Sky winced as the blade scraped against his skin, but he fought through the pain, knowing Eve was doing everything she could to help him. "Thanks," he murmured, relief washing over him as the bindings loosened.
With one last cut, the bindings fell away, and Sky flexed his wrists, regaining a sense of freedom. "I can stand now," he said, gathering his strength. As he got to his feet, his gaze fell upon the fallen guards. With a pang of guilt washing over him, he glanced back, feeling the weight of their sacrifice pressing heavily on his conscience.
"Let's go," Sky said, determination igniting within him. He reached down, grabbing the short sword from one guard, feeling a sense of empowerment as he took it into his possession. But there was something else. As he rummaged through the guard's pack, his fingers brushed against a folded piece of parchment. He pulled it out, unfolding it to reveal a detailed map of the surrounding area, with marked routes and locations that the Inquisition planned to investigate. As they moved through the wreckage, a pang of guilt washed over Sky. He glanced back at the fallen guards, the weight of their sacrifice pressing heavily on his conscience.
Sky and Eve crawled through the jagged exit of the crushed hull, the weight of the wreckage behind them pressing down like a haunting memory. As they emerged into the open air, a chilling sight met their eyes. The distant darkness of an unnatural shadow loomed over the city of Elysian, engulfing it in a creeping dread.
They took a moment to catch their breath, but the reprieve was short-lived. In the distance, they spotted soldiers approaching slowly, their faces obscured by the shadows. The two friends exchanged worried glances; they had nowhere to run. The soldiers seemed to take their time, as if savoring the moment before closing in on their prey.
Just then, the ground trembled slightly, and Gabriel appeared, descending from the remnants of the battle. His presence radiated menace, the dark energy swirling around him like a storm. He scanned the area, his gaze locking onto Sky and Eve with a predatory gleam. But before he could get close enough, a sudden rustling erupted from the trees nearby. Until there was another sound—the roar of powerful engines and turbines. A ship appeared from beyond the trees, its silhouette highlighted by the moonlight, revealing it to be the Elsa. Aleyn stood fast, rifle aimed and trained on the knights. Even at such a distance, it was an easy shot. He let out a volley; the bullet whizzing past and puncturing through the head of a knight, who dropped to the ground with a scream.
Amid the confusion, Aleyn shouted at Sky and Eve, "Run! Run, I say!"
Without hesitation, Sky grabbed Eve by the hand, and they bolted into the forest. The Elsa then unleashed a volley of cannon fire, carefully aimed to cover their escape. Explosions rocked the ground as the cannons impacted along the road where the knights pursued them.
Gabriel deflected the blasts, standing ominously before the gates, a dark presence as his knights gave chase. As they ran, Eve caught a glimpse of Gabriel staring at her, a flicker of something familiar in his gaze. She turned back, feeling the grip of Sky's hand firm in hers.
Sky was feeling the sharp ache in his knee. The stress of running was reopening his wounds, the bandages dampening with red as he pushed himself forward.
"Hurry, we can't let them catch us!" Sky shouted, determination fueling his steps as he and Eve ran deeper into the forest, away from Elysian. The cobbled stones they had once dashed upon transformed into rough dirt, rocks flying up as their feet fought for traction.
They glanced back to see dark clouds morphing into a swirling hurricane, swallowing the city whole, leaving only a suffocating ruin of smoke and ash in its wake. Gabriel would have none of this; he charged his power, lightning crackling from his hands. With a furious thrust, he struck the Elsa, igniting its engines in flames and sending it veering off course. Sky watched in horror as the ship fell deep into the darkness, a weak explosion lighting up the forest for a brief, flickering moment.
"Aleyn!" Sky shouted, but grief had no place in this moment. He and Eve had to keep running. The knights pursued relentlessly, swords drawn, their blades glowing with red-hot intensity that illuminated the shadows of the forest. The thunderous footsteps of their pursuit echoed ominously. Sky and Eve veered off the path into the thick underbrush, hoping to use the trees as cover. They reached the edge of a cliff, beyond which lay the raging torrents of a waterfall cascading into a bottomless abyss.
Sky looked back; the knights were right behind him, and panic surged within him. He turned to Eve, locking eyes with her. A moment of urgency crystallizing between them.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice steady despite the chaos.
"What?" Panic laced Eve's voice.
"Do you trust me!?" he repeated, his grip tightening around her hand.
"I think so!" she replied, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, but there was a glimmer of faith there as well.
Sky led Eve toward the ledge. They took one last glance back at the advancing knights, together with a final deep breath.
They jumped.