54 One-Sided Principality (1/2)
”Since the war, we're the only intelligent species left in the universe, therefore we think everything in this universe has to conform to our paradigm of what makes sense. Do you have any idea how arrogant that view is and on how little of this universe we base it?”
-Robert Buettner
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As if we are watching a callous cinematic movie through the said 'Looking Glass of Clairvoyance' that Amadea Mozart summoned for us, to let us see what's going on with the other group, we got ourselves a live stream and geat angles of live horror and now... live-action. From the sonatas of Mozart's Don Giovanni, to now some dubstep of an epic anime fight.
Celes, the Herrscher of the Phantom Deity-Deus Ex Machina, faced off against the unfathomable flesh-devourers with a hellish dancefloor as the main battlefield, saving countless others in the process. Her sword as though named 'Trancy', a holy relic of legendary origin fitted her finesse as a swordsman. It's as if the blade is a part of her flesh and every slash is voluntarily inevitable. It's as if, talent is present beyond doubt and that the sword is created solely for her use.
Amidst all of the actions, there are some changes that I can't help but define. Her once jet-black hair turned blonde. She's not wearing the same uniform the last time I saw her, as it's now a rather ancient black dress with metallic breastplate inlaid with this Crossmark at the center, skirt as white as wool with golden ends, leg equipment of black color and unblemished boots and to top it all off, a mauve-colored robe with a lotus symbol. The same as the insignia in her neck which is the symbol for her agreement with Deus. It's undoubtedly Celes but in a more sophisticated version.
She then evacuated everyone who is caught in deterioration placing them to a higher altitude, clearing the way for a major conflict, leaving the ugly creatures present on the battlefield which I think is still a lot more than the hundred thousand left of them... Yet, the flesh-devouring beasts stood paralyzed by how their numbers are decreasing at a much higher rate, than what they attacked, with the appearance of just one.
The Prima Donna, now with an arena where she can fight without holding back, then took hold of her sword, tightly gripped and is becoming ready to advance once again.
”Don't hold back if you want a few of you to leave alive” she bargained, which was pretty unfair on her part.
The unintelligible maniacal beasts, knowing that they don't have much of a choice and that, the knight in front of them will not take no for an answer, prepared to go all out without partiality, bringing in more back up armed with weapons alike from the stone age. It's now, one against a million, so to say...
Dust in the dry air. Dead bodies of both humans and the monsters piling up on the battlefield. In a humid environment. She began to drive a little back to gain momentum with the same calm and undaunted look as ever. The monsters, including those humans that she saved started to gulp their nervousness out from their necks with sweat running down their faces as they fought hard for dear survival.
And then came Celes, flashing through the battlefield with enormous speed without warning, cutting the defenseless throats of thousands in a split second making their freshly amputated ugly heads drift on-air as the other monsters also step back of fear.
”Don't you dare run.”, she said with a merciless expression written all over her face, pointing the edge of her sword to the mass and chanceless monsters in front.
Yet, the same flesh-devouring beasts did not take heed of the threat and now the first publicized Herrscher must meet all ends to make sure that these escaping inferior and brainless maniacs will never once again bother them.
”From the void you are, and to the void, you shall return. AETHEREAL LUMINA!” And then, great purple light emanated from the sword wich specifically reached the fast-escaping fodders. The same light that engulfed me whole the moment she found out that I'm a Herrshcher and made me ask myself if I'm indeed about to die at that time.
I never have had any idea of how potent this 'aethereal lumina' really is as Lacrimosa defended me in that time without breaking a sweat. But now, its clear to me, why that weapon has been entrusted to her and how deserving it is of its standing as a 'Holy Relic'. In a single hack, it can cut thousands like its straw... and in a single ray of that unearthly light that penetrated their neanderthal outfits and flesh, the grotesque man-eaters that were left began to find themselves dissolving into dust from mere contact with the sword's glorious light alone, while the other half were able to take cover by several means, by sheer luck. Then, the lights ceased making the plain battlefield saturated with the remains of the dead as though incriminated by a different and more uncanny method... It looked painless at least.
Celes, seeing the assured victory of mankind which is newly foreign to this realm, paused a little while and started taking deep breaths, as if she just finished a morning exercise.
”Bravo Miss! That was some nice stretching there...Mind if I take on the last few?” A familiar old man confidently spoke to Celes. It's the same convenient store owner that gave me all of this free stuff that I have with me. The same one who compelled that we should meet each other again the moment we venture into this land. So he has chosen the Mirage Armada...Yet, take on the last few? That definitely is not something that a normal human being in his sixties can be capable of confidently saying... Is he perhaps?
”Have it your way.” Celes, drawing back from the battlefield without looking back, with her appearance transforming to how it looked like the last time we saw, began to entrust the remaining enemies to the old man who showed endeavor.
The old man then cracked his knuckles, looking back at where the sentient members of the Armada were relocated... ”I would appreciate it if all of you would go further away, young ones.”, he shouted.