Organ Music and Destruction
Destruction and Questions.
Organ King played the final notes on the Great Organ in the Concordian Cathedral and took a deep breath as it ebbed out. Before raising from his seat, he gave his work a look-over; he knew the pristine look and size of the Great Organ was his doing, but he had no real idea of why it occurred. It was an interesting development at the very least. And it made his organ music that much powerful and reverberating.
As he walked towards the door, which he had barricaded with two sizable rods of steel he had acquired after the guards' insistence on interrupting his morning activity, he mentally made the musical aura of his dampen down to a low volume so as not to irritate them further.
It was then that he heard it. It was vague but distinctive. Screaming. With a frown, he took down the steel rods and opened the door as carefully as he could. And stopped dead in his tracks. The guardsmen who usually stood outside lay on the ground, their bodies broken and mangled, and covered in dust. A sizable portion of the Concordian Cathedral itself was no more, with the roof and portions of the walls apparently having been blown apart.
How had he not noticed anything? He knew that his Organ Musical session was loud, but something like this must at the very least have caused rumbling that he should have felt. He looked around and saw something. A thin thread, ebony dark in color, was connected to his portion of the Cathedral, which was undamaged. And soon he saw many more that flickered in and out of view.
He knew of only one being who had control over these types of threads. These Threads of Evalh: Absard Le'Powerfalh. But why? Why had he left him safe and unknowing about this? His thoughts immediately began to drift towards the other Anvilites. Had this been an act of war? How many had been affected?
As soon as these thoughts entered his mind, he began running towards the Anvilite District. Much of the surrounding area was in ruins, except for a few buildings and portions that were attached to a Thread of Evalh.
Unfortunately, due to the much apparent smell in the air, he now sensed, few if any Citizens had been allowed quarter. He noticed several bodies in the destruction around him, both civilians and Concordian Knights of Peace. Even the hat of a Dark Hatter.
How had this been allowed to happen? And why now of all moments? Had something been done towards Guardian and his Adhvers? If Absard had acquired such power … No, that was insane on more than one level.
He stopped for a second as a realization came over him. Why was it so quiet? The screams he had heard earlier, had gone silent as he had stepped out of the Great Organ room, and as he stood in this destruction, he noticed no moans of pain or crying, no shouts or anything.
Was this an effect by the Threads of Evalh? No one really knew how they worked, not even Absard himself, or so it had appeared.
He began running again, but only managed a few meters, as an incredible force struck him and threw him into the ground as if a giant’s hand had punched him with all its might. A nigh-deafening sound of organ pipes clattering together quickly followed suit.
A crater formed under Organ King, but his armor held, fortunately. He could feel a great pain spreading in his chest and as his blurry vision cleared he saw a Evalh Thread connected to his being as apparent as it could ever be. He followed it with his gaze until he saw the person who held the Thread in his hand: Absard, the abomination. The man stood on a rooftop only a short distance away from Organ King, dressed in a dark suit that once had been immaculate but now was shredded in some places and covered in blood.
Organ King growled, his anger rising. How many of his friends had died? How many innocent had been killed in this strange attack of his?
And Lily? The thought of that little sunshine’s body being just as broken and mangled as those guards had been, caused his blood to boil and the volume of his musical aura to increase so much that it surely could be heard all across the World City. With a thought, he took the sound his Organ Music and flung it at Absard with all the concentration he could muster.
The shockwave erupted as if it had been fired from a cannon, obliterating the road and the buildings that so far had been left untouched in front of him. Absard made a twist with the finger that was attached to the Thread that was connected with Organ King, who found himself up in the air, covered in intense flame and scorching lightning.
It surprised Organ King, sure, but this was not his first rodeo. The thought of that caused him to smile. It faded quickly, as he concentrated and caused his musical aura to form a tangible shield around his armor.
When he came close enough the ground, he dispersed it, and it slowed down his fall enough to not cause his entire body to break. The fire and lightning still hurt, irritatingly enough, but Absard had no idea of the pain he felt on a daily basis.
The pain inside his chest was of a bigger concern though. What had been damaged? He could still breath, technically. Maybe a rib or two had been broken?
As he walked towards the door, which he had barricaded with two sizable rods of steel he had acquired after the guards' insistence on interrupting his morning activity, he mentally made the musical aura of his dampen down to a low volume so as not to irritate them further.
It was then that he heard it. It was vague but distinctive. Screaming. With a frown, he took down the steel rods and opened the door as carefully as he could. And stopped dead in his tracks. The guardsmen who usually stood outside lay on the ground, their bodies broken and mangled, and covered in dust. A sizable portion of the Concordian Cathedral itself was no more, with the roof and portions of the walls apparently having been blown apart.
How had he not noticed anything? He knew that his Organ Musical session was loud, but something like this must at the very least have caused rumbling that he should have felt. He looked around and saw something. A thin thread, ebony dark in color, was connected to his portion of the Cathedral, which was undamaged. And soon he saw many more that flickered in and out of view.
He knew of only one being who had control over these types of threads. These Threads of Evalh: Absard Le'Powerfalh. But why? Why had he left him safe and unknowing about this? His thoughts immediately began to drift towards the other Anvilites. Had this been an act of war? How many had been affected?
As soon as these thoughts entered his mind, he began running towards the Anvilite District. Much of the surrounding area was in ruins, except for a few buildings and portions that were attached to a Thread of Evalh.
Unfortunately, due to the much apparent smell in the air, he now sensed, few if any Citizens had been allowed quarter. He noticed several bodies in the destruction around him, both civilians and Concordian Knights of Peace. Even the hat of a Dark Hatter.
How had this been allowed to happen? And why now of all moments? Had something been done towards Guardian and his Adhvers? If Absard had acquired such power … No, that was insane on more than one level.
He stopped for a second as a realization came over him. Why was it so quiet? The screams he had heard earlier, had gone silent as he had stepped out of the Great Organ room, and as he stood in this destruction, he noticed no moans of pain or crying, no shouts or anything.
Was this an effect by the Threads of Evalh? No one really knew how they worked, not even Absard himself, or so it had appeared.
He began running again, but only managed a few meters, as an incredible force struck him and threw him into the ground as if a giant’s hand had punched him with all its might. A nigh-deafening sound of organ pipes clattering together quickly followed suit.
A crater formed under Organ King, but his armor held, fortunately. He could feel a great pain spreading in his chest and as his blurry vision cleared he saw a Evalh Thread connected to his being as apparent as it could ever be. He followed it with his gaze until he saw the person who held the Thread in his hand: Absard, the abomination. The man stood on a rooftop only a short distance away from Organ King, dressed in a dark suit that once had been immaculate but now was shredded in some places and covered in blood.
Organ King growled, his anger rising. How many of his friends had died? How many innocent had been killed in this strange attack of his?
And Lily? The thought of that little sunshine’s body being just as broken and mangled as those guards had been, caused his blood to boil and the volume of his musical aura to increase so much that it surely could be heard all across the World City. With a thought, he took the sound his Organ Music and flung it at Absard with all the concentration he could muster.
The shockwave erupted as if it had been fired from a cannon, obliterating the road and the buildings that so far had been left untouched in front of him. Absard made a twist with the finger that was attached to the Thread that was connected with Organ King, who found himself up in the air, covered in intense flame and scorching lightning.
It surprised Organ King, sure, but this was not his first rodeo. The thought of that caused him to smile. It faded quickly, as he concentrated and caused his musical aura to form a tangible shield around his armor.
When he came close enough the ground, he dispersed it, and it slowed down his fall enough to not cause his entire body to break. The fire and lightning still hurt, irritatingly enough, but Absard had no idea of the pain he felt on a daily basis.
The pain inside his chest was of a bigger concern though. What had been damaged? He could still breath, technically. Maybe a rib or two had been broken?
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