The 20th day of the 12th cycle, Year of Revelations
Terelius Ignium and Sala Erosa struggled for possession of the halberd, a relic with great power. Sala Erosa rammed his forehead onto Terelius' brow, the white mask intensifying the impact leaving Terelius stunned momentarily. Sala jerked on the halberd with great force as he pryed the weapon from Terelius' hands. He swung the halberd at the stunned woman, striking her on the side of her rib cage with a loud thud, a loud grunt escaping from Terelius' lips.
Terelius charged at Sala Erosa pushing him backwards as she grabbed his pristine white mask. With one tug, she ripped the mask from Sala's face revealing the disfigured features of the Chosen One. She grabbed hold of the halberd once again and smashed her forehead into Sala Erosa's unprotected face as he tumbled backward onto the ground. "Going head to head with a GateKeeper are we?" Terelius said with a tone of sarcasm. She aimed the halberd in his direction with fierce resolve in her eyes.
A discharge of energy erupted from the tip of the halberd as it tore Sala Erosa's avatar asunder exposing his soulsphere for all to see. "You don't have the courage to do it, you stupid bitch." Sala Erosa taunted as he hovered about in his new form. Terelius Ignium turned her head unable to bring herself to do anything further against Sala Erosa.
Disgusted in the display of weakness, Remulus placed his hands together as he quickly spoke, "The weak shall perish. Only the strongest may survive." With a stroke of his wrist, Sala Erosa was no longer counted among the population within the City of Dreams. "The Voice" of Bashir had been silenced, dreamstruck. Terelius Ignium tossed the pristine white mask over at the feet of Remulus and Zar'tenya. Remulus seemed amused at the mask before he crushed underneath the weight of his heel, the mask shattered into pieces under the impact.
"One remains, my master." Zar'tenya spoked in a clear and crisp tone towards Remulus. "Go forward and take your rightful place, my apprentice. Only the strongest and most cunning may survive of my apprentices." Remulus said as he gestured towards the former High Priest, Cane. Within his other hand, Remulus held forward a soul essence before Zar'tenya. "Fight as if your life depended on it, my queen. If you fail, I shall shatter this essence personally." Remulus added. "Yes, my master, as you will." Zar'tenya responded as she adjusted her armor and proceeded into a confrontation against her rival.
Cane looked bewildered as Zar'tenya appeared before him with her dual blades drawn. "What treachery is this? What are you doing?" Cane inquired madly as Zar'tenya approached nearer with every step she took. "Failure is not an option. You and Erosa both have failed." Zar'tenya replied in a crisp voice bereft of any emotion behind her words. "What? No. I did everything asked of me! Erosa is dead!" Cane yelled at the assassin. "Erosa perished for his failure. So shall you, High Priest. Prepare yourself for the inevitable, Cane." Zar'tenya finally said as she broke into a defensive stance with her blades much to Cane's chagrin. Remulus bellowed from a distance. "Only the strongest of my apprentices may stand with me."
Moments later, Zar'tenya and Cane clashed in combat for their very lives.
Meanwhile, Igteus did not care for distinctions within the Great Clash. Dreamer and beasts alike were equally culpable for each had rebelled against the true path of Idoaclese, and Igteus stood to judge them all, one by one if necessary. The Order had rebelled. Geiru Kaulem had rebelled as well. Aethimir had refused to rejoin the path of his master. Soraya had failed the true path. Now they were all dead, and this thought brought a smile upon his face as he uttered the words to himself. "Victory to me for only I am righteous." He removed his spiked mace from within his vest as he narrowed his eyes upon Xiarasya, the Guide of the Academy, and began to walk torwards to the unsuspecting woman…
Can one escape the fate that awaits them?
- The Chronicler
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