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Remiel Calcifet
in absentia lucis [c]
POSTED ON May 14, 2021 3:53:09 GMT
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it is lightning that strikes, not thunder

A violent wave of steam swept across the Jagged Pass as mounds of rock erupted from the ground in a calamitous upheaval of earth. One might have assumed a Heatran, or Groudon itself, to have awakened from the rivers of lava that flowed down from Mount Chimney. But, as the steam slowly began to clear, one would instead find a large, mauve-colored Lapras at the center of all this destruction.


Rubble and specks of shattered clay fell from the sky like rain. The impromptu battlefield soon revealed itself to be an excavation site, an ancient city buried under meters of ash and pumice after a catastrophic eruption long ago. Many of the buildings remained, alongside the ashen husks of the humans that had once lived there. The site had been untouched since a week ago, and archaeologists had only just begun to dig up and study it all.

Now, it seemed, their efforts were in vain.


Unperturbed by the ash and dust that fell upon her blue hair like a gentle snow, VICTORIA COVENTREV stood atop an ancient tower as she scanned the area. The man she had come to strike down had been amongst the ruins prior to her Lapras' FISSURE. But she wasn't the type of woman to presume someone was dead until she saw their body. So, despite the chance that she was talking to a ghost, she proceeded as if the prince was alive.

"Did you really think we'd gone, Remiel? We simply needed more time... "

Nearby, hidden behind the remains of an ancient blacksmith's home, an amateur archaeologist coughs up blood. His lungs and ribs had been partially crushed prior to the ambassador having found and dragged him to safety. But now he doubted the lad would survive to see the next ten minutes. With a sigh, he reaches down the front of his shirt and pulls out a small device hanging off his necklace. It is shaped as a sword & shield.

"But now the chapters have been translated. Now we know everything you know."

He presses a button, sending a SIGNAL to those nearby with similar devices. But even the closest among them won't arrive fast enough. Victoria had always been thorough and patient, after all. She would see the entirety of the Jagged Pass buried in rubble before she was satisfied to know he was dead. Preferring to preserve as much of this site as possible instead of waiting, the royal reaches for a reinforced luxury ball clipped to his belt.

"It is time to quit with this nonsense. Take your mantle at the throne of Galar... or die. Obscura isn't yours to command."

Suddenly, flashes of bright blue lightning begin to spark amidst the lingering steam below. They start slow, soundless, before building up into an aura surrounded by a halo of a powerful, plasma-like current. It crackles and pops with a ferocious chaotic rhythm, clearing the steam away to uncover the sharp red glare of the Zekrom that wears it.

Victoria looks disappointed, but only mildly so.

"So you've chosen death... for you and those that have joined you."




RAAAAAA!!

"So be it!"



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