Walking through the church towards the open doors, Mr. X looked over the edge of the cliff it was built upon, marveling at the seal. It was an obelisk that appeared to be made of Magnecite that had cracked and been discolored due to the mana it had absorbed. He chuckled softly to himself, “After so many years, the…time to fulfill my ambition is nearly at… hand.”
While Mr. X mused to himself, one of the arch-humans, barely clinging to life, dragged himself carefully and quietly to the lectern at the head of the lobby. He removed a wooden panel and reached inside until he felt the magic crystal inside. He then channeled as much mana as he could into it. Luck still on his side, he had enough in the tank to activate the item. The church began to shake, grabbing the attention of Mr. X. His expression changed to that of pure anger. He walked furiously towards the remaining arch-human, grabbing him by his shirt and lifting him up.
“What did you do!?” Mr. X roared.
The arch-human smirked as a massive amount of mana could be felt gathering at the top of the church. Mr. X snarled and decapitated the man’s head, swiftly making his way outside. He arrived on the roof to see a pillar of magnecite with multiple carving and symbols engraved into it, all of which were glowing. It radiated with a great deal of mana it was absorbing from the environment. Attempting to halt whatever it was doing, Mr. X fired a bolt of death magic at it. To his surprise, his magic dissipated. He grew more angry and fired a stronger blast at the pillar, only to be met with the same result. The density of pure mana around and within the pillar being converted into whatever spell was engraved was too great. Any external magic attack would just be converted into energy for the spell.
Without further delay, the pillar fired a beam of light that soared through the sky. Mr. X knew it could only be going to one place, the head cathedral. It would not be long until they dispatched their full force. Although he doubted any of them could truly defeat or kill him, they would certainly be a pain to deal with, and delay his plans further. He exploded in fury, cursing the world and its inhabitants, always getting in his way.
Mr. X managed to get a hold of his emotions and composed himself soon after. He scowled under his breath, “It’s fine… this just means I have to get this done on a stricter schedule than what I had originally intended. Why can nothing ever go according to plan…”
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Approaching the seething Mr. X, Volnir spoke up, “Pardon me sir, but what was that light?”
Mr. X sighed, “Something to arouse… a minor inconvenience . It is nothing… of concern.”
“So, what are we going to do now?”
“I suppose… checking in on how our… little boy is doing couldn’t hurt.”
“But sir, we don’t know where he is at the moment, how will we find him?”
Mr. X chuckled, “Leave that… to me. I gave him a… gift that will help with that.”
He then walked past Volnir, headed towards the carriage. Volnir stood completely frozen, not daring to move a muscle. Despite how he was talking, Volnir could feel the absolute hatred and anger swelling within Mr. X. “Ah yes, Commander Volnir…” Mr. X began.
Volnir began to sweat bullets, in complete terror of what he may say. Mr. X continued, “Please send some of… your men to retrieve the box left in my throne room. I will need…it for what will happen here. Will you also go inside the church and… retrieve the device left in the lectern? I would like to… examine it.”
With that, Mr. X continued on to the carriage, leaving Volnir alone to compose himself. He made his way to the entrance and was greeted with the horrific scene left by Mr. X. The once clean and tidy church building was now in disarray. Blood covered the walls, bodies lay strewn across the floor. Some of the corpses were torn open and leaned against a few of the walls. It was a sight that, under other circumstances, may have delighted the sadistically twisted Commander. But with the knowledge that this could very well be his own fate should he ever cross Mr. X ruined it for him. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, taking his first step into the church. He kept his eyes fixated on the lectern as he walked through the blood soaked floor, stepping over the occasional body.
He reached the lectern and looked inside of it. He saw a rounded crystal that seemed to have dulled and cracked. He reached in and took hold of it, carefully removing it. Bringing it out into the open, Volnir inspected the crystal and the engravings on it. The item seemed to be made using techniques that died out with the old era. Volnir remained silent, turning to walk out of the church. He began to walk, stopping abruptly as his foot stepped on something. Looking down, he saw the decapitated head of one of the arch-humans. He gently massaged his neck before looking up and moving on. The only thought in his head being that ‘he would not allow that to happen to himself.’