Humanity began evolving.
Although some sought the more fundamental, in essence the entirety of the human race could not remain unchanged.
Seeking to reconnect with the old and even ancient, there were factions that divulged in the practices of strengthening flesh and bone, and worshipped the ancient gods using methods of which aren't secret but discreet in specifics.
Vastly outnumbering those who sought what had passed were the ones who established new connections to the rapidly growing technology. Arming themselves with steel and properties of which also aren't secret but difficult to explain.
Though the status quo was held, change was coming.
And like a premonition, a comet landed on the planet-sized spaceship.
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A voice reverberated throughout the room with a hint of agitation. "Even allowing their mere presence inside the Arkus is insulting and corrupting." The man's voice growled the last two words out, connoting his substantial distaste for the subjects in the conversation.
"Then do you propose we kill all of them?" Short bursts of breath that implied sarcasm came out from the other man who had a long platinum hair compared to the grayish black undercut that the first man sported.
The first man who spoke was Colonel Odin Vidar. The only reason he remained a colonel was because of the lack of personnel to command, being a colonel and being a general was essentially the same for the time being. There was another reason, his fiery temper and unreasonable impulsiveness, however this was kept behind the back of everyone's minds as his talent in combat matched his disposition.
The second man in question was Ambassador Clark Lehmann. His wit and sharp tongue almost always got him in lethal situations of which he showed no regrets; it seemed as though every enemy he made was part of his experience and plans. Despite the outright hostility he showed to people he disliked, those who curried his favor and those who were part of his agenda he gladly partook with in amicable discussions.
Openly showing his irritation, Odin crossed his arms but never spoke a word in retaliation. This was what made the Colonel even more intimidating, for violence was repulsive but control of violence through somewhat stoic means was nerve-racking.
Clark quickly noticed this and simply relaxed his posture and countenance in response, and sent a glare toward Odin, who returned it with knitted brows.
This exchange provided the vast difference of the two men, one leaned over to the instinctual but surprisingly wise approach, the other focused his efforts to the analytical but aloof method. Neither held the upper hand, neither wanted to submit.
If one were to look at them from an outsider's perspective, they would assume the two were enemies. In reality, they were on the same side, at most they were rivals vying for the same goals.
As if to lighten the increasingly hostile mood, a wrinkled face of an old man inclined from the shadows of the room and coughed with a handkerchief raised toward his mouth.
One could mistake him for a blind old man due to his unnatural white irises, but essentially, one could be right in their thinking. While he did open his eyes to exert his will upon the two who were silently bickering, he quickly leaned back on his custom-made chair that doubled as a wheelchair and loosened his eyelids to slowly close his eyes.
August Churchill had a special condition that disallowed him from exposing his bare eyes for too long. But he trained his other senses to cope over his situation, and his perseverance even with his disability granted him a short route to the Chancellorship.
It was not all pity and admiration that won him his position though, he had climbed his away from the slums to the top with his extraordinary abilities.
Odin and Clark felt a shiver run down their spines as August opened his eyes. This was his first ability and the representation of the evolution that Humanity was undergoing.
August was about to open his mouth when a bright light blinded all of them, even through closed eyes he had to squint just like the others.
This light not only blinded the three in the enclosed meeting room, it was an event that covered the entire planet-sized spaceship, and it was a declaration.
Change was coming.
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On the other side of the Arkus stood a white palace shaped like a dome with five skyscrapers protruding from each side forming a pentagon within. Each skyscraper was connected by smaller structures lined up that emphasized the pentagon shape when seen from a bird's eye view.
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The Palatium Ebur was surrounded by a walled city that was constructed to follow suit to the pentagon-shaped palace. The whole wall and, each and every single building inside the Walled City of Aevum, were painted white. But the whole city structure was only subpar to the foundation.
If one were to look close enough, streams of water cycled throughout the city like a whirlpool. The whole framework of the city helped sanitize the water and avoid various diseases by disallowing it from stagnating. What makes the city even more impressive was if one were to know that only the palace stood on land, and that the rest of the city was a few meters above ground, floating through unknown means.
This was the City-State of Primaevus. Home of the Elvenity, the origin of humankind as they declare themselves to be.
While there was enough of the population to expand their territory and with their mysterious powers, the bigger factions never allowed them to gain any footing on the continents. Though the mystical barriers protected the City-State from any kinds of attacks, the other factions would always try once in a while, and this deterred them from leaving the First Sea, or as they called it, Mare Primus.
Inside the palace five elves knelt before a sphere with green sparks and particles dancing around it. Each elf was positioned at each corner of the five-sided hole where the sphere continued to float. If one were to look down the hole, one would find the vast and deep waters that flowed beneath the city. But this did not make sense for the palace stood on land and not floating above the sea.
The pointed ears of the elves flickered as if hearing a loud but momentary noise and raised their heads in response, glancing at the sphere with reverence in their eyes.
They have been doing this for some time now since the bright light, which they call Supremus Lux, enveloped their whole city. They took this phenomenon as a sign of a new age coming, and the most drastic outcome to this, and what would make much sense to them was the rise of an elven empire.
So they prayed and showered much attention to the sphere that gave them mystical powers and freed them from the forceful so called "progress" that the other factions were obsessed with.
Though much of the days that passed in the palace was used to worship the sphere for long periods of time, this time was different, for they felt a growing power from the sphere that continued to grow in size as well. And so they continued to kneel and bow and say words of praises to the unresponsive sphere.
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While all that most people saw was a bright light that blinded them for almost a minute, there was a young man who saw more than just the comet, but even knew the reason for it.
This young man wore a gray crown on his head. It was less decorative than kings donned but more impressive and menacing. Erratic spikes protruded from its circlet and looked as if some parts were melted, though most of these were visibly sharp.
He raised his hand and pointed a finger on the comet then provided a signal to his companion.
"Let's go." The crowned young man said with a voice of obvious excitement.
His companion felt a tinge of shiver from the smile he saw but quickly shoved the feeling away, not wanting to remember the memories he saw, or rather, felt.
As soon as they both took a step forward, their eyes turned completely gray with white and black circles pulsing on the surface of their eyes. Information that confused them at first but instinctually made sense filled their heads.
The crowned young man waved his hand and a virtual-like table emerged before them.
Status Window Name: Alric Age: 22 Race: Corrupted Human Affiliation: None Power: B- Potential: (??) Lineage: (????) Faith: (??) Titles The First Corrupted; Judgment Incarnate Fame: Negligible Infamy: Negligible Status Effects The First Corrupted: Greater Increase in Intrigue; Lesser Increase in Statecraft and Fate Judgment Incarnate: Greater Increase in Statecraft; Lesser Increase in Knowledge Fame: (Depending on Fame level) Greater Increase in Statecraft; Decrease in Intrigue Infamy: (Depending on Infamy level) Greater Increase in Martial; Lesser Increase in Intrigue; Decrease in Statecraft Martial: Competent Statecraft: Superior Intrigue: Adept Knowledge: Competent Fate: Superior
Alric grinned.