“My Lord, are you sure we have the right place?” Arcadian asked Xaradel as they arrived at a poorly-maintained two story building that clearly saw better days. Both Arielle and Arcadian noted that in this world they could not access the Eternal System interface though their magic still worked as normal around their Lord. Both of the Vil’thrum officers did not understand why Saratas could choose a world outside of the System, but chose to not assuage their curiosity.
When the trio arrived on Earth, it had been just before sunset on what is commonly referred to as the “American Continent” by local depiction on maps seen on their internet-which all three of them noted worked similarly to the System Codex itself. Arcadian took note of their knowledge of warfare while Arielle focused primarily on geography, history, religion, and culture in case they ever had to return to this planet-if at all. Based on the local timeframe that the trio managed to learn about, they arrived just after three in the afternoon around the general location of the System alert Xaradel received. The time of when the alert went out-however-said 23:00 local time though Xaradel decided to move backward in time to mere hours before whatever happened to trigger an alert by the Eternal System so they had time to learn about a Systemless world.
Upon arrival, Xaradel had to disguise the three of them in an aura of invisibility so as to not alert any of the residents or cause panic. None of them knew the planet’s inhabitants would react to mythical people suddenly existing, so it was best to keep their presences cloaked for the time being. All the better for information gathering and focusing on the task at hand.
“The spatial coordinates are similar to the alert’s description, Arcadian,” Xaradel replied as he observed the building with disdain.
From an acute sense of linear time, Xaradel learned that it was two hours until the event occurred. They kept hidden in the nearby shadows in case their invisibility aura expired though they watched for anything out of place. While waiting, Arcadian started to ponder about the periodic table and atomic theory since he became quite fascinated with how the humans on Earth developed weapons of mass destruction without magic. Arielle took to discussing with him on their uncontrollable nature and potential volatility if worlds that are magically adept learned about this though Xaradel could hear her subtle interest about science as a potential knowledgebase.
Xaradel only desired to know who and what was the epicenter of the surge in Elder Energy though. They arrived at 15:00 local time, spent five hours doing intelligence gathering, and arrived at the intended destination at 21:00 hours. From there, the trio watched as nothing notable occurred-which resulted in Arcadian and Arielle’s side discussion-until half an hour later when Xaradel saw what appeared to be a truck full of male human teenagers coming up the gravel pathway. He could smell the foul exhaust and hear the pistons moving inside of the truck’s engine-which disgusted him completely-but what irritated him to a small degree was their foul mouths spewing poisonous curses about people who love the same sex.
“This is why I hate lesser creatures,” Xaradel snarled in disgust-his voice a faint whisper so only his party members and himself could hear the words. He gestured to the teenagers who had started to pile out of the truck-unaware of any spectators. “Those things cannot possibly be considered civilized if they spew such filth from their mouths.”
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Arielle and Arcadian glanced over some shrubbery in the direction where Xaradel looked-noting the vehicle’s passengers start describing a premeditated plot to harm someone they called a “loner fag.” All three of them understood the vile nature of curses-and their potency against enemies-but only Arielle spoke up in regards to the teens who started to pick out blunt weapons and remained blissfully unaware of their presence thus far.
“My Lord, I think they are rather immature-even for mortal races. Those things probably haven’t managed to get up quite yet considering their behavior.”
Xaradel looked less disgusted and a little more relaxed because of Arielle’s subtle jest towards the boys who have-at this point-distributed their blunt weaponry amongst themselves. He appreciated how his creations found some time to divulge themselves in innuendo jokes even away from battlefields where their abilities caused true devastation, but they still had some of those same desires to fulfill-not that he cared to satisfy. What captured Xaradel’s interest in the situation-aside from the very obvious homophobic men who were of no threat to any of them-was this “loner fag” they kept talking about. Arielle even started pointing out their choice of attire as something similar to football players-a sport often played by males at varying degrees of difficulty that offered no combat advantage.
“So what? These males play a useless game out of what exactly?” Arcadian asked Arielle with a small twinge of annoyance in his voice.
“Apparently, they play it for sport despite any severe damage incurred while playing. From the minimal research of this world’s culture, this ‘football’ is mainly a series of tackles while trying to get a ball from one end of the field to another,” Arielle responded dispassionately. “If you ask me, it is a male’s game that provides no sufficient advantage to combat.”
Arcadian huffed in disgust though held no disagreement with Arielle’s findings. He always found the rush of battle to be worth losing a few lives for-like an addictive drug-but if playing a useless game provided only damage with no positive benefit, Arcadian would have no part of it. The general even looked disgusted with how those men wielded their weapons-sloppily and inexperienced.
“I’d give a stern talk to whoever taught them how to wield weapons,” Arcadian snarled. “They clearly have no idea how to wield them in any efficient way.”
“Agreed,” Xaradel responded to Arcadian-looking slightly amused. “Though I do not believe they care. Rather predictably, they seem to desire a one-sided conflict with a single individual they are calling a ‘loner fag.’ Judging by how they came prepared with blunt weapons and reek of sloppy battle intent, I’d argue this is a premeditated assault outside of any potential witnesses.”
The three of them looked at the crowd of five men who had started waiting for their objective to arrive. Arcadian looked like he was slowly piecing things together, but Arielle managed to speak first.
“Lord Xaradel, do you mean…?” Arielle asked-her tone inquisitive as if the final pieces of her thoughts were falling into place.
Xaradel nodded lightly. “I do, Arielle. Whoever is coming here-their target-must be the Dragon King himself. These immature brats are about to unknowingly trigger a Revenant Cascade.”
Both Arielle and Arcadian blanched in fear-taking a couple of steps backward-upon hearing the words come from Xaradel’s mouth. They understood instinctively that if anyone dared to trigger a Revenant Cascade-an Ascension level spell-whether knowingly or not, the only kind of person who’d survive it would have to be a Primal Power. They were doomed.