SCC Chapter 23 Sparks(2)
FCY 437, 2nd Month, Day 19, 9:41PM
Tremors through the ground transmitted through her skin towards her nervous system, which elicited a response within her subconscious. And like a drop of ink to a glass of water, her consciousness returned in full force, allowing her to perform a scan on her self.
Her nervous system was transmitting a feeling of pain, all originating from nano spheres within her body, which for some reason, could interact with her metaphysical spiritual transmission veins, causing every aota of spiritual energy within her to become sluggish. It wasn't exactly them doing the work, but some sort of expelled misty concoction, which, through her senses, was an amalgam of different spiritual energy attunements in different concentrations, that caused her spiritual energy to become sluggish. Any normal contaminant would have already been reattuned by her core, but this special spiritual energy concoction was different. It was serving as a binding agent that caused her very own spiritual energy to become clumped.
When she decided to direct her attention to her other senses, her ears picked up the faint rumbling, after which the tremors through the ground were transmitted to her skin. A question about where she was, sprung up from within her mind. Then distorted sounds, as if two people were engaged in a conversation, entered her ears, making her open her eyes and try to move her body only for pain to course through her entire body, eliciting a moan from out her lips.
She decided not to move for the time being, instead deciding to focus on the scene before her. Her body was lying on its side in an uncomfortable position, while her eyes were looking at two people, outside the vertical bars of what acted as her prison. The bars weren't metal, instead, they were a concentration of darkness attuned spiritual energy that gave her a dangerous feeling, which removed the idea getting any closer to them from her mind.
The two figures beyond the prison were her captors, whose entire attention wasn't on her. Their gazes were focused upwards, with worry thick within their eyes. Lily was certain that that was where the tremors were originating from.
What was happening? Where was she? If she had been captured, shouldn't she have been in the presence of Zeus?
Before she could try to formulate answers to the questions within her mind, there was a rumble, preceded by blue lightning crashing down into the ground right before the cell, followed by darkness.
The lightning dissipated, exposing the bodies of her two captors, charred into two blackened masses. There was a third lifeform, the one which was enclosed within dark attuned spiritual energy, lying on the ground right behind the new arrival, Zeus.
Lightning was wreathing his body, though not to the point of entirely obscuring it. Through it, Lily saw that half of his hair was missing, with his entire left hand covered in something dark, like the abyss itself. It was furiously clashing with his electricity, yet both weren't gaining the upper hand.
The man appeared to be unconcerned, only bringing the lightning bolt shaped artifact in his other hand close to the darkness, dispelling it with ease. Yet what entered her sight would have caused her to puke if her body hadn't been indisposed at this point in time.
That hand appeared to have been splurged with a liquid flesh dissolver, even more powerful than acid. Lightning left his fingers, obliterating the dark bars of the prison, removing the last protective wall from him.
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"My dear Lily, it seems that falling into my hands was your natural fate." commented Zeus with a chuckle before releasing gentle blue spiritual energy, that surrounded her and autonomously carried her out of the cell.
Zeus looked around before his gaze fell upon the body cloaked in darkness. His gaze lingered for a few seconds before he started rising upwards, which finally brought Lily the realization that she had been way underground.
The lightning surrounding Zeus intensified, blinding her for a moment. The first thing she felt was an intense heat upon her skin, which prompted her eyes to be opened in alarm, only to be taken aback by the changed scene before her.
Gone were the various dark tunnels and gloomy atmosphere. Instead, waterfalls of magma were cascading down from the top to the ground. Her mind was filled with amazement at the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator even under her current circumstances.
But right then, that amazement translated into worry as the memory of her capture was dredged to the fore. She could never forget that gory scene of Reed being disintegrated by the power of space so easily, like how a cultivator could end a mortal. How was he? Did he survive? She wondered even as they finally broke out of the multi-level pit to the dark sky of the night, after which, their speed accelerated, with her gaze being attracted to the tall mountain in the distance, whose top was obscured by a cloud.
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FCY 437, 2nd Month, Day 19, 10:08PM
Green Light was prevalent within the room. It was just 10sqm, with every surface demarcated with something akin to tiles, with the light leaking out through the seams.
This room had only a single large object nestled right at its center. It was a transparent cylindrical pod, supported by brown roots that dug through the floor and roof respectively. A transparent liquid was within, one which glowed an emerald green under the light.
And within the cylindrical capsule containing the liquid, floated just a single naked figure of a man. His eyes were closed, while no breathing apparatus was in sight, yet the subtle rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was taking and expelling breaths. Occasionally, some brown particles were expelled from his body, sinking to the bottom of the liquid, where a thin layer had already been accumulated.
His eyelids trembled for a moment before opening, exposing emerald iris, brighter than even the green light in the room.
Just as his eyes opened, particles coalesced from the surrounding seams within the walls, floor and ceiling, instantly becoming a synthetic body, one whose eyes lit up with a blue light a moment later.
Mumaso Reed, after getting the gist of what had happened felt some lingering fear. If the Golden Merchant hadn't interved, barely holding the spatial anomaly from expanding further, he would have died.
"Mr. Mumaso, your importance to the Federation can't be understated. It would be better you took a back seat to the events from here on out."
(Is that the President's intent?) transmitted the man within the pod.
"No, just my advice."
(Can't do that. A promise was made.)
"Is that promise more important than the Federation?" asked Paul, his voice having changed for a moment.
(...) only silence answered him. But the liquid within the transparent cylinder started draining away. When all of it was fully drained away, Reed tore through the transparent membrane acting as the walls of the cylinder, appearing right before Paul.
"Paul, if one day you understand emotion..." Reed didn't finish before passing by Paul, with the wall dissolving and him making it out of the room before it closed back up seamlessly, as if the entire room was just a single sealed construct.
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From the capital of the state of Uganda, a small craft took off, instantly entering orbit where a behemoth of a ship was berthed.
It was a gigantic metallic construct in the form of a triangle, with three giant blue engines spewing out a harmless concoction of spiritual energy as the propulsion force. Reed, who was inside the tiny craft was somewhat taken aback by the fact that even this craft was being deployed. But after thinking about it, he still refused to come to the conclusion that it would be. It's weapons were designed to annihilate entire planets, or powerful cultivators. Even though Zeus was powerful, unleashing its power upon him would be overkill.
Within the ship, Reed made his way towards a room. He had been summoned by someone the moment his life signature was read by the ship. And it was an invitation he wouldn't want to refuse.
For a moment, there was some nervousness born within his mind when he finally arrived at the door. What if he wasn't allowed to participate in this war? Would he really risk the man's trust over a promise?
The door slid to the side and he entered. The room lacked any eye catching decor of any sort. Not even personal items. This man, the President was an enigma. Only those that had lived during his time were the only ones who knew of his past.
"Boy! I knew right away that you couldn't be kept down." Reed smiled when he felt the genuine warmth within the voice. The man, Taylor, stood up from beheind the desk, which dissolved to allow his passage towards him. Reed lost himself in the embrace for a moment as it dredged up the memory of their first meeting. The warmth had been just like this. He could vividly remember it.
"If I hadn't been in seclusion, I wouldn't have allowed that danger to befall you without retaliation." a glint surfaced within his eyes as he spoke, a few minutes after breaking the hug.