The Codex of Whispers, Part 2
On this night, the Dreamer arcs his wing away from the planes, and turns instead to the winds of time, returning to a memory forgotten. We zoom through the Armada surrounding Absalom Station, stopping only for a moment to absorb the sight, and then dive straight through its walls, into the upper levels of the Spike.
Tera leaned around the storage container, firing her gun at the first sign of movement, and then zipped back behind as dozens of bullets followed. On the other side of the warehouse, bullets flew from automatic rifles and richocheted against steel, creating a terrible thunder that blocked out all sound.
Ferro swapped spots with her while she reloaded, the crackling energy of a spell building between his fingers. Lightning arced into the unknown, but the din covered any screams.
Tera: "How many left?"
Ferro: "Twelve." Tera swore, shooting a tattoo-covered thug who'd crept up onto one of the walkways above. She kept squeezing the trigger as Ferro dipped back around her, and counted them off. One. Two. Three. Then three misses. Tera: "Eight." Ferro whispered something under his breath, hurling his sword up into the air, which took off like a boomerang and then arced around the side of the container -- throwing spent blood as it went -- and returned to his hand. Ferro: "Five." A grenade skipped along the floor, and landed at her feet. Ferro channeled Seirith Sharde, shields building around his body. The power thrummed across their bond -- still strained after years apart -- and so she selected Wynrey -- Skipping from the ground floor to the walkways. Steel bearings ripped through wooden crates and dented steel boxes, but bounced off of Seirith like they were tissue paper. Wynrey found herself face-to-face with a surprised enforcer, firing from the hip as she reappeared. Tera: "Four." Things were on the downward spiral now. Seirith rushed in, bullets bouncing off of his arcane aura, his black sword hungry for carnage. Wynrey followed from above, interrupting fatal blows and misfortune, and turning it back against their enemies. Seirith: "Three."
Wynrey: "Two."
Seirith/Wynrey: "One." The last of the Yakuta fell, and the mantle of heroes fell away from them, leaving them Ferro and Tera again. There was a silence between them, augmented by the silence of death. One that their brief time together couldn't squash... So they went through the bodies in silence, taking gear and ammo as they needed, until they found what they were looking for. A deck of golden playing cards -- instant admission into the Golden League's VIP casino, and their next step along the path. Lord Marcus would be there... And they would be there to stop him.
Ferro: "Twelve." Tera swore, shooting a tattoo-covered thug who'd crept up onto one of the walkways above. She kept squeezing the trigger as Ferro dipped back around her, and counted them off. One. Two. Three. Then three misses. Tera: "Eight." Ferro whispered something under his breath, hurling his sword up into the air, which took off like a boomerang and then arced around the side of the container -- throwing spent blood as it went -- and returned to his hand. Ferro: "Five." A grenade skipped along the floor, and landed at her feet. Ferro channeled Seirith Sharde, shields building around his body. The power thrummed across their bond -- still strained after years apart -- and so she selected Wynrey -- Skipping from the ground floor to the walkways. Steel bearings ripped through wooden crates and dented steel boxes, but bounced off of Seirith like they were tissue paper. Wynrey found herself face-to-face with a surprised enforcer, firing from the hip as she reappeared. Tera: "Four." Things were on the downward spiral now. Seirith rushed in, bullets bouncing off of his arcane aura, his black sword hungry for carnage. Wynrey followed from above, interrupting fatal blows and misfortune, and turning it back against their enemies. Seirith: "Three."
Wynrey: "Two."
Seirith/Wynrey: "One." The last of the Yakuta fell, and the mantle of heroes fell away from them, leaving them Ferro and Tera again. There was a silence between them, augmented by the silence of death. One that their brief time together couldn't squash... So they went through the bodies in silence, taking gear and ammo as they needed, until they found what they were looking for. A deck of golden playing cards -- instant admission into the Golden League's VIP casino, and their next step along the path. Lord Marcus would be there... And they would be there to stop him.
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