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Darkness, emptiness and void, that was everything and nothing that surrounded Shinku in a dream or perhaps a nightmare of what had befallen in the crossroads. The assassin of shadows floated in a pitch black space, void of any sensation there was. Could he be blind or deaf, or perhaps enveloped in total darkness? Yet somehow his consciousness conveyed that there was just nothing to see, nothing to hear, nor touch.
In an instance, a light suddenly flashed and painted the space around him with glimmering sparks, scattered in a vast expanse of infinity. Clouds of gas and dust gradually formed, along with cosmic rocks that added substance to the once empty space. The worlds of the crossroads appeared one after another at different distances around Shinku. The assassin of shadows marveled at such wondrous sight that he just witnessed, yet at the same time puzzled by the purpose of such vision. Surprisingly, he was able to turn his body to see everything that just appeared before his sight. The whole universe of the crossroads was projected before him like a gigantic hologram.
The rhythmic sound of grinding and clunking made the assassin’s head face downwards to witness the view of a humongous mechanism covered with intertwined gigantic gears that all spun in a slow, perpetual motion. The metallic gears all seemed to float, clustered and scattered to form a colossal, spherical world. Faint glimmers of light were spread across each gear, decorating the winding metals with speckled luminescence. Beyond the metallic surface lay an ocean of molten slag, radiating in a bright scarlet hue. The view reminded Shinku of his father’s furnace when metallic ores were being smelted.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it? Or was.” The assassin’s sightseeing was suddenly disturbed by a deep, thunderous voice that seemed to have been projected from around him. This caused Shinku to survey the space around him but couldn’t seem to find anyone that might be the voice’s origin. His hand quickly reached for the handle of his sword that was strapped at his back, then carefully scanned every bit of details at his surroundings, or rather at the projected image around him.
“Ah fear not young warrior. For I am simply here to herald an urgent plea. That was Governmorne, a mechanical world brought to life by another arbiter same as I. That’s at least how it was, before it got consumed by darkness. But I guess ‘tis better if we carry on with that vision of yours first.” The voice continued, followed by a sudden chill that seeped through the assassin’s bones.
With just moments of the voice’s disappearance, the silhouette of an airship appeared below Shinku from a distance in between him and the gargantuan metallic world. From a ghastly apparition, the silhouette formed into a metallic airship, of steampunk design, clad in a light steel plating. The airship simply hovered above the gear-formed world, kept afloat by two rotating rotor blades, held by dome shaped extensions at each side of the ship. It moved forward in a leisurely manner as if sailing the vastness of space in a light breeze.
The serenity of the scene however, was disturbed by the sudden appearance of a dark rift from a few distance in front of the airship. From the dark rift, a colossal ship emerged, plated in dark red metal, all forming deadly spikes around the ship’s hull. The newcomer made the previous ship appear as a mere dwarf in size compared to its gargantuan build. The colossal ship emerged from the rift and traveled in a slow, steady pace towards the smaller one until the two collided in an impact that caused a huge dent on the smaller airship. The assassin of shadows wanted to move closer yet an invisible barrier seemed to have confined him within a small space.
Two men emerged from each ship, with the man at the lesser ship appearing later than the other. Torn shards from the smaller ship scattered in open space, and smoke rose from the airship's point of impact. Both men were too far for Shinku to distinguish any particular feature, yet their movements signified a stern tension between them. Even from afar, the assassin of shadows could feel the suffocating vileness that emanated from the being at the gigantic ship. Darkness started to slither at the world below, then gradually veiled the mechanical planet in a frightening shadow. At that point, the assassin of shadows knew that something sinister was about to occur.
Following his instinct, Shinku drew his sword, then tried to enter into the shadow realm to reach the vile being that stood at the colossal airship. Much to his dismay, he could not seem to harness the shadow energy inside him to open a rift to the realm of shadows. Shinku clenched his fist, disappointed by his failure to use his shadow art to traverse the space below him. The man on the lesser airship suddenly curled, seemingly in excruciating pain. Shinku’s body then shook in fury, upon his realization that he could not do anything to help the unfortunate man.
The suffering of the lesser airship’s captain continued until a dark energy surged out of him, visible from where Shinku was floating. In his fury, Shinku tried to cut the barrier around him with his sword but no matter how hard he swung its blade, the wall between him and the scene below refused to yield. The assassin of shadows could only witness as the unfortunate man finally succumbed to the vile energy, and became the darkness itself.
Just as Shinku thought he’d seen enough, a swarm of greyish creatures emerged from the colossal airship and flocked the unfortunate world like pests that were ready to devour. From out of nowhere, the assassin of shadows began to hear screams of people, evidently out of horror. He tried to cover his ears, hoping it could block the cries of a million beings suffering in dread and agony. He closed his eyes, refusing to see the apocalypse that had begun to consume the clockwork planet once teeming with light. Much to his dismay, the projection before him and the agony of beings he could not see, crept into his mind like a stubborn nightmare.
In an instance, a light suddenly flashed and painted the space around him with glimmering sparks, scattered in a vast expanse of infinity. Clouds of gas and dust gradually formed, along with cosmic rocks that added substance to the once empty space. The worlds of the crossroads appeared one after another at different distances around Shinku. The assassin of shadows marveled at such wondrous sight that he just witnessed, yet at the same time puzzled by the purpose of such vision. Surprisingly, he was able to turn his body to see everything that just appeared before his sight. The whole universe of the crossroads was projected before him like a gigantic hologram.
The rhythmic sound of grinding and clunking made the assassin’s head face downwards to witness the view of a humongous mechanism covered with intertwined gigantic gears that all spun in a slow, perpetual motion. The metallic gears all seemed to float, clustered and scattered to form a colossal, spherical world. Faint glimmers of light were spread across each gear, decorating the winding metals with speckled luminescence. Beyond the metallic surface lay an ocean of molten slag, radiating in a bright scarlet hue. The view reminded Shinku of his father’s furnace when metallic ores were being smelted.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it? Or was.” The assassin’s sightseeing was suddenly disturbed by a deep, thunderous voice that seemed to have been projected from around him. This caused Shinku to survey the space around him but couldn’t seem to find anyone that might be the voice’s origin. His hand quickly reached for the handle of his sword that was strapped at his back, then carefully scanned every bit of details at his surroundings, or rather at the projected image around him.
“Ah fear not young warrior. For I am simply here to herald an urgent plea. That was Governmorne, a mechanical world brought to life by another arbiter same as I. That’s at least how it was, before it got consumed by darkness. But I guess ‘tis better if we carry on with that vision of yours first.” The voice continued, followed by a sudden chill that seeped through the assassin’s bones.
With just moments of the voice’s disappearance, the silhouette of an airship appeared below Shinku from a distance in between him and the gargantuan metallic world. From a ghastly apparition, the silhouette formed into a metallic airship, of steampunk design, clad in a light steel plating. The airship simply hovered above the gear-formed world, kept afloat by two rotating rotor blades, held by dome shaped extensions at each side of the ship. It moved forward in a leisurely manner as if sailing the vastness of space in a light breeze.
The serenity of the scene however, was disturbed by the sudden appearance of a dark rift from a few distance in front of the airship. From the dark rift, a colossal ship emerged, plated in dark red metal, all forming deadly spikes around the ship’s hull. The newcomer made the previous ship appear as a mere dwarf in size compared to its gargantuan build. The colossal ship emerged from the rift and traveled in a slow, steady pace towards the smaller one until the two collided in an impact that caused a huge dent on the smaller airship. The assassin of shadows wanted to move closer yet an invisible barrier seemed to have confined him within a small space.
Two men emerged from each ship, with the man at the lesser ship appearing later than the other. Torn shards from the smaller ship scattered in open space, and smoke rose from the airship's point of impact. Both men were too far for Shinku to distinguish any particular feature, yet their movements signified a stern tension between them. Even from afar, the assassin of shadows could feel the suffocating vileness that emanated from the being at the gigantic ship. Darkness started to slither at the world below, then gradually veiled the mechanical planet in a frightening shadow. At that point, the assassin of shadows knew that something sinister was about to occur.
Following his instinct, Shinku drew his sword, then tried to enter into the shadow realm to reach the vile being that stood at the colossal airship. Much to his dismay, he could not seem to harness the shadow energy inside him to open a rift to the realm of shadows. Shinku clenched his fist, disappointed by his failure to use his shadow art to traverse the space below him. The man on the lesser airship suddenly curled, seemingly in excruciating pain. Shinku’s body then shook in fury, upon his realization that he could not do anything to help the unfortunate man.
The suffering of the lesser airship’s captain continued until a dark energy surged out of him, visible from where Shinku was floating. In his fury, Shinku tried to cut the barrier around him with his sword but no matter how hard he swung its blade, the wall between him and the scene below refused to yield. The assassin of shadows could only witness as the unfortunate man finally succumbed to the vile energy, and became the darkness itself.
Just as Shinku thought he’d seen enough, a swarm of greyish creatures emerged from the colossal airship and flocked the unfortunate world like pests that were ready to devour. From out of nowhere, the assassin of shadows began to hear screams of people, evidently out of horror. He tried to cover his ears, hoping it could block the cries of a million beings suffering in dread and agony. He closed his eyes, refusing to see the apocalypse that had begun to consume the clockwork planet once teeming with light. Much to his dismay, the projection before him and the agony of beings he could not see, crept into his mind like a stubborn nightmare.
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