Drasha was ignited. He wanted to end it. He slipped through the blind spots, hindering around observing his comrades and the enemies. Silas who moments ago obliterated the dock, was now scrutinising for the people backing Wimblen.
Drasha knew he was backed by Silas, so Wimblen was his sacred aim.
He pushed the roof to stride to the Alchemist, but the counter was primed. Wimblen extended his metal arm with brutal force. It landed on the wheel house crushing it completely as Drasha barely escaped. But it wasn't time to settle, another dash with sword clenched tight, Drasha swung a sharp whip of wind. It devastated several warehouses behind, but the Alchemist poised his metal guard between.
"We have justified you. Wimblen, you are innocent. So what's this war about?" Drasha hooked up a forceful punch.
"I don't like intruders. Moreover, The Order of Day Embers disgust me. You all are framing Tistra, he was such a great man when I met him. He was the one to gave me idea of the wheel houses"
Wimblen was alluded to as a mad alchemist, also because of his fantasy to invent something challenging. His desire slowly consumed him, and all that was left inside him was a mere scientist.
The human was long gone…
The wheel house was more of a challenge for him, so he loved the secluded idea and the man behind it. And that's how his unwavering devotion for the king- turned into a ruthless massacre for Day Embers.
"I am going to end this" Wimblen declared out loud
Drasha intervened the extended hand, and propelled it away. Another metal arm revolving to the wrist bolts came straight after. Catastrophic destruction as Wimblen was ruining his own creations. But also amidst it, Drasha was having a hard time finding an opening. It broke another wall landing right beside the protector.
"It's stuck," he thought.
Yet such was not the reality. The hybrid arm burst open the roof and clamped around Drasha. The hold was tight and suffocating. He was hurled onto the ground. The blood puffed out, indulging him into nausea and blurred vision. Swung and flung away to the constructing tower, Drasha was clearly restless.
"It ended early than I expected" Wimblen grinned
Everything was in sight of Rutherford. He was feeling helpless, a sense of utter powerlessness. Wimblen on the other end wasn't holding back. He lifted Drasha straight, blood spilled from the deep gash carved at his neck.
Drasha was trembling…
He needed to breathe…
Wimblen bashed him to the ground still holding onto his neck
"Your little brother is suffocating, Rutherford" Wimblen cried "won't you save him"
Silas aimed a lightning dart straight to Wimblen, but was again intervened by a fellow Industrial Piece member.
"Look at his eyes, turning blood red"
Wimblen blurted
"The game's over, Day Embers. Rutherford will eventually drain himself and die, Drasha will die from my hands. The one with the bow and remaining crew aren't enough to handle our numbers. So what's this all for anyway. Just accept your defeat and die gracefully"
Rutherford barely stood upright. For him even peeking at Drasha was dreadful.
Silas was engaged in the enemies closing up. Losing someone as potent as Drasha was a great loss. He knew it would falter the hearts of many in their revolt.
Everyone else was granted their defeats. They were ready to forsook weapons.
But… All of a sudden a hope of light emerged. It was bright in the nightlight sky.
Pupils constricted and many tumbled. A luminous blue arc, barely stagnant. Soon after, it seemed to be coming closer. The energy got tensed and heavier the more it dipped in.
It made an impact…
The impact was heavy and illuminating…
Ground shook and veins of fracture appeared on the land.
An unknown energy spread its influence. The aura was unknown, but reckless. Being with such tremendous energy must be quite close to being a god. It must be meant for the sole purpose of destruction.
As the luminous reflection faded, everybody was shocked to their core. It was the revenant, with his two sickles- blood-thirsty.
"So… that's the revenant" Rutherford stuttered
"He has grown even stronger," Silas whispered.
It was a little late but Silas soon perceived the lay bare. It was Leon Vale… the revenant didn't had his veil masked that day. It was a drastic reveal of who the Revenant was…
"He…" Rutherford gasped "he destroyed those radiators in seconds. Not only that, look at the impact he created"
Drasha was released from the firm grapple. He took a few pumps in, and stayed laid on the ground.
"So you are the, Revenant" Wimblen whispered "no more doubts for the support people demonstrate"
"And you must be The Great Alchemist. I always wanted to meet you myself… and you Sir are pure depiction of everything I heard" Leon replied with a cunning voice.
"At last someone with brain" Wimblen turned to Rutherford
"Why me?" Rutherford gasped as he collected his breath.
"So what about a picky deal?" Leon smirked
"That's fascinating" Wimblen turned to Silas
"I wasn't even involved in your meeting" Silas contradicted the taunt
"What's the deal?" Wimblen was excited
"I want you to devise something that could blanket the whole world" Leon bent towards him, "something that could reflect me any part of this Ascension, irrespective of where I am".
"Wait…" Wimblen contemplated the asks "that is complex"
"Even I need an interesting twist for my draft of story" Leon whispered in ears "I will also look forward to the mystery of your brother. Just to compensate the deficit you had today"
Wimblen shook a few steps behind, afraid of the flashback. His brother was his tender companion. The only person who could compensate for his madness. They were inseparable, until one day he left for "Grimgon". A rare metal virtually imperishable by high powered weapons. And what's more alluring was the fact that his journey was meant for Tergoray Nols: the real one.
So his brother knew the true woods…
He must have researched them. It proves that there was evidence of the real one. But what if he went to the imitation. Maybe then he must have been perished by the Emberal.
But for Leon, it was worth the endeavour.
The enemy's spirit was obliterated to the core. Revenant was a big name on the deck. Not many expected him to be a child, but still the hierarchy was prominent.
Wimblen looked back up to Leon "Are those absolute words of the Revenant?"
"My very word is absolute, Sir" Leon answered
"Well… well" Wimblen was overwhelmed and excited
"You can drop the formalities, and just call me Willi"
"Pathetic pet name" Rutherford smirked
"I'm glad you consider me worthy" Leon kept on flattering the Alchemist.
"Well then that's the deal" Wimblen turned to his men "I would have loved to talk to you, but for now I have a lot of casualty to recover form"
"Hope you all a speedy recovery, Willi" Leon waved at the Industrial Piece
"Haha… I loved that coming from your mouth" and thus Wimblen bursted out to the Hard Steel.
Leon stared at the plain soil beneath…
He was tense, as the burden kept piling up. Now the urge for early expenditure of Tergoray Nols was even important.
"Will I get to talk to Leon, rather than the Revenant" Silas noticed the surge of emotions. He saw Leon Vale stood restless in front of the dawned sun. The buildings behind were crooked- destroyed by the impact, but still somehow it was exceptionally beautiful.
"For sure…"
Came the silent cunning reply…