Book 7, Chapter 65 - Mental Inheritance (1/2)

Book 7, Chapter 65 - Mental Inheritance

Chapter 65: Mental Inheritance

Cloudhawk activated his subspace matrix within the Southern Capitol.

The Cube was a gift from the former Demon King. Although it was not used for direct combat, the unique way that time flowed within made it one of Cloudhawk’s most prized relics. Nothing was more precious than time.

It was within this matrix that Cloudhawk had chosen to hold their meeting. Besides the advantage of time, the space would also serve as the site of an important experiment. Something this important required witnesses, so Selene gathered all the leaders to watch.

Shock was the one shared expression among the Elysian officials. Three alters had been erected here, and upon them were imposing figures. They were perfect, encased in beautiful armor – the former masters of three Elysian lands: The Light God, War God and Dragon God!

Not long ago Cloudhawk had defeated them in combat. The War and Dragon gods were badly wounded, and the Light God was captured attempting to flee. After being taken prisoner, Cloudhawk did not kill them. Wolfblade had other plans to bring them under their control.

How rare was it to capture not one, but three Supreme gods? It would be foolish to waste such an opportunity. These creatures could be of great benefit to Cloudhawk and his cause.

He saw the shocked expressions of his Alliance’s newest members but paid them no mind. He had several reasons for making them watch. They might have agreed to revolution, but all would still feel the crushing pressure of their faith when faced with gods on the battlefield. These beings had lorded over their homes for generations! Reverence was a fundamental part of their society.

Now, the objects of their faith were frozen in crystal and placed on the altars like spoils of war. Shocking was a mild way to put it.

Cloudhawk stood before them with Belial to his left and Hellflower to his right. Nearby, Wolfblade’s lackeys watched. No one knew why their Alliance leader had called them here. A public execution, perhaps?

In every human war throughout history, it was common practice to cut down the symbols of the enemy. To raze its flag and slay their heroes. Mostly this was done to improve morale and foster unity in the short term. For the encroaching war especially, even the wise leaders who pledged revolution would find it hard to shake their veneration for the gods so quickly. It seemed necessary to kill these gods and shore up their courage.

However, Cloudhawk didn’t gather everyone together for this simple purpose. These gods were worth more than a moment of solidarity.

“Quiet,” he began. The crowds responded by allowing their muttered conversations to taper off. All eyes turned to him.

Cloudhawk looked toward Hellflower. She represented the best scientific minds of the wastelands and all the gathered knowledge of their ancestors. Attention turned to her, and she addressed the gathering.

“Looking back through history we have learned a powerful truth. Before the Elysian lands were born – that is to say, on the eve of the Great War – humanity was a weak and unevolved species. Back then we were no different than the beasts that walk the wastelands. We did not understand mental power, or how to cultivate it. We knew nothing of relics or their use.”

“A decade later, war came to our planet. It was decided as quickly as it came. But even in this brief period we began to see great changes in human society. The most representative of these was the rise of demonhunters – powerful men and women who stalked their enemies in the name of the gods. They were led by ten exceptional warriors. We called them Legendary.”