Tides Of Protomis CXLIX
Founding of the Crescent
Weeks had passed since the tunnel between the Demonic and Human plane had shut. The capital city of Maleggan’s Empire, Zylsis, was still populated, despite the fall of the empire which created it. Something which usually was the death kneel for urbanization in the demon realm. The fact that this was not the case could be attributed to the appearance of a new alliance, the “Order of The Crescent, as most referred to it. A loose alliance of demons from Ixis to prevent outside threats from entering. Ever since that decision happened, many things had changed, some Mhy’de were called to begin recounting the history of the continent, from Maleggan’s rise, to his fall, and what came afterward. Or whatever ancient knowledge had been passed down. The continent was finally being mapped in its entirety, and roads to facilitate trade were being placed in many areas. Even patrols, so to speak, to prevent local wars from happening all the time. A measure which would hopefully put them at an advantage. But there were still issues to be handled, chief among them, disagreements on the local level, based upon the concept itself.
Hyperion sat in one of the chairs which lined the meeting room Maleggan formerly used, Stolas, Flauros, and others who’d been picked up along the way joined them.. One of the Mhy’de stepped to the front of the room, where he was most visible.
“Here’s the problem, as the people I've sent out to document have told me… Gusion would be a boon to our goals, but he sees what we’re doing as dangerous, Maleggan certainly didn’t set a good precedent. The remaining Mashavet in their compound are outright hostile, especially given how General Zeta massacred them…” The room was silent once more, until Stolas broke the silence with his slow speech.
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“Then how do we handle this, do we make them submit? Or do we work this out diplomatically?” Hyperion noted how doing so could be considered an issue, especially if they were trying not to seem as Maleggan did. It would look more like they were another attempt at an empire, rather than an Alliance which made their strength clear to enemies….
“It may be best to-” Hyperion began, cut off by an insectoid demon slamming the door open, A womanly voice sounding from its mouthparts.
“We have a problem, a fleet from the Rasor Continent has landed troops upon our western Shores!”
“What?! Has news of the general’s and Maleggan’s deaths made it to them already?!” The skeleton demon questioned.
“It would seem so… Let’s move.” As hyperion spoke, the occupants of the room moved… It took some time to move from their position at Zylsis, to the region which was apparently being invaded, a week at that. But the battle against the Rasorites had begun. The heaving of Hyperion’s blade cut down tens of troops at once, and with the speed he moved, the devastation only continued to grow as time went on. Two demonic armies clashed in the ruins of one of the Western ports, which hadn’t been taken in the first wave. Eventually, they were joined, by a certain Wrym floating in the sky above, and raining down hell upon the troops. And it seemed that this was more than enough. The troops began to pull out rapidly, but the defenders followed. The situation was handled successfully, The all-too-famous sphere hulled ships which the Rasorites used, were heaved by Hyperion’s blade, or collapsed under the force of Gusion’s beams… If nothing else, this at least brought more cooperation between the formerly disparate parties. There were powerful demons on the other continents, possibly stronger than the emperor himself, to be prepared was the highest priority.
When the order of the crescent met in Zylsis once more, the demon known as Gusion flew overhead as well.