Bab 43: Chapter 43: Gate to Vega
After the Thousand Treasures Auction, the Dungeon Masters were escorted out of the pagoda. In Void Space a massive portal awaited them. They lead their entourages through this portal one Dungeon Master at a time. Marcus lagged behind as he took a leisurely stroll towards the portal. Beside him was Gaia and behind him were twenty-two people covered with black hooded robes. Marcus stopped just before entering the portal and he turned to Gaia. "Gaia I want you to lead the dark elves back to the Dungeon. After that I want you to get the Dungeon ready for a battle. I want to enter the human realm after the Gate to Vega."
"Isn't that too quick? We don't have enough variety in our army nor the numbers to make a successful attack on humanity. They might be weak individually but their numbers are nothing to scoff at!" Gaia replied.
"I do not want to win this war. I want to use this war to plant spies so that I can keep tabs on the other Dungeon Masters. After the Gate to Vega, I'm sure that the Dungeon Masters will make it their priority to find me. If I don't take the initiative and launch the first attack on humanity then they will identify us very quickly. When that happens we will become the sole target," Marcus grimly said.
"Still they might call your bluff," Gaia said.
"It doesn't matter even if they do, in fact it would be better. The whole point is to make ourselves seem weak or to hide our presence. They wouldn't kick us when we are down because of their own worthless pride. They might be afraid of us now but they still believe that they are superior to us. This is what I am aiming for. With Kerrigan, I can easily exploit this. We can strike when they least expect it. Enough chit chat, go," Marcus commanded with authority,
Gaia waited for a second before opening a portal and taking the dark elves with him.
Marcus waited for the portal to disappear before entering the portal to the Gate to Vega.
Behind the portal was a vast purple sky where two red stars stood with gravitas. The two stars had a solemn feel, like that of an old wise king. The purple sky exuded the majesty and regality of a king; filled with unquestionable authority and compassion for his people. The tallest below the heavens were twelve mountains of different heights. The tallest of them exuded anger as tip aimed to pierce the heavens. It stood all by its lonesome yet it exuded the weight of many. The next five were clumped together. They weren't the tallest but they were the most stable of the peaks. They had an air of perseverance that would come from a sedulous person. They were like knights to a king, the staunchest and most loyal of allies yet the most dangerous and capable of enemies. There was another three peaks that were close to each other. However, they gave off the impression of always being at war. They contended with each other and in the process pushed each other to new heights. They had the narrowest of bases yet, by nature's miracle, they still stood proud and tall. The last two peaks were the smallest physically yet they were located at the centre of the twelve peaks. The ten other peaks formed a loose circle around these two peaks there was a clear defined area where these two peaks reigned supreme. Even the sky above them opted to reign in its majesty as they expressed clear reverence for these two peaks. These two intertwined with one another almost seeming like a single entity yet still being separate.
Below the sky and the peaks was the earth, the blood-stained earth. There was no flora or fauna only destruction and death. The corpses of once-massive trees, the depressing sight of once flourishing plains was all that was left. The ground was tinged marroon and littered with rubble that came from the destruction of...something. There was no use trying to find out what it was as it was destroyed to the point of being unrecognisable but also because it was nothing. In this world, there was no history as history meant to cease living, to give up on your ideals. This could be seen through the colour of the soil deep underground, black. It was all black. Not due to a lack of light but due to a lack of anything; it is simply nothing. On this planet the notions past, present and future did not exist. There was no ideals, no life, none of anything substantial. Yet despite all that everything was harmonious.
The twelve people behind Marcus revelled at the sight. They couldn't begin to comprehend how such a marvel could exist. They were in awe of the sky, honoured the peaks and pitied the ground. Most of all they were happy, whether it was because they were alive or had a goal in life they didn't know. However, Marcus did not share their joy. These sights brought back painful memories of his younger years that he tried to once forget. Yet the existence of this planet served as a reminder for him.
This was where the Gate to Vega would be held. This was due to the planet's impervious surface. Due to the constant wars in its history the planet evolved to become harder and eventually it could not be broken by mortals. This made it the perfect place to host a tournament. There was one more caveat, the winner of the tournament would gain possession of the planet.
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