Bab 223: Mural mural on the wall, who is the best of them all?
Bang!
The last member of the scientific team fell to their knees before fainting entirely. Rex and Mewtwo stood side by side in the middle of a generously lit cave deep beneath Mt Moon. Broken pieces of technology strewn across the floor.
"How was the haul Gaia?" he asked as he turned to observe the conspicuous murals covered in corroded ancient texts in a different language from the one used currently.
[The team has used different linguistic tools and AI to quickly decipher what is being said on the walls. So far, it is incomplete…]
A crease gently tugged his eyebrows together as he proceeded to talk, "just tell me what's being said and add your speculations onto it. I'm sure your processing power is hundreds of times more powerful than anything they can come up with.
[Understood,
> Beginning summary:
For the one who comes after us, we have failed. The sun has faded behind the horizon, and dusk looms over our heads…
our civilisation…
we only received this from our repeated divinations…
a war…
the child… destiny…
the child of destruction…
this is all you need to know, for knowing too much before its time can only bring forth calamity…
End of message <
Silence clung to the walls of the cave, the lights revealed Rex's grimace. "The mural is too damaged; too much of the message has been left out…" he mumbled, his eyes seeming to want to pierce through the stone wall.
[Beginning analysis:
Although that is the case, we can grasp some things from it still. Firstly, 'The sun has faded behind the horizon, and dusk looms over our heads' could be referring, quite obviously, to Sundown. Although it seems too straightforward, the chances aren't low considering what we have learnt from Spade.
If we are to assume we are correct, then 'our civilisation' could have been the beginning of the sentence: "our civilisation has been destroyed with the uprising of Sundown and their eventual victory". We can decode this from the solemn- almost desolate tone.
But that is all we can safely assume from the mural. The words get more and more broken, and the sentences are too damaged, often stopping after only a few words.
Divination; could be referring to our time period or one of the more recent ones. Considering 'for the one who comes after us,' we can assume that their divinations were related to those who read this mural next. Upon analysing the remnants in the cave, the air quality and the rock wall samples taken by the scientific team, we can safely say we are the last people to have opened this place since it was made.
However, what those divinations are, the mural has been corroded by time, wiping out the rest of the sentences.
A war: based on the 'divinations' they made; this 'war' could be something that has happened in the past. Meaning within this civilisations era's timeline. Cannot safely or accurately identify which one of the two that is. The best guess based on my analysis is that it could be related to the war that happened in Kalos 3,000 years ago. The war that preceded the ascendancy of legacy Pokémon. More information is needed before a satisfactory answer can be given.
A child related to destiny and the child of destruction, could they be talking about the same person? Or, due to their place in different sentences, could they be talking about different people? if it's the former, then more information is needed. Though, no trace can be found in any recorded information stored by this current era's civilisation on the matter. If it's the latter, then could it be a confrontation, perhaps? A destined one? Cannot give a conclusive answer. More information is needed.
End of analysis.]
Rex silently digested all of the information, his face alternating between black and white before finally settling for a slightly pale complexion.
"Always sundown!" he gnashed his teeth in frustration. "Sundown this, sundown that! Fuck!" He spat, smashing his fist into the wall beside him, causing several loose boulders to fall from the ceiling.
Yet something utterly unbelievable happened when he did so. The supposedly solid wall of rock began to crack like glass. The mural, which was said to be nigh indestructible, suddenly developed spider web-like cracks that stemmed from where his fist was still lodged. Even when he tried to pull it out, he found that no matter what he did or how much strength he used, it was all fruitless. An unimaginable suction force kept his hand in place.
Light seeped out from the gaps between the cracks and engulfed the cave in dazzling brilliance. Rex felt like he had been hit by a tidal wave, his head rolling back as his eyesight went black. His sense numbed rapidly until losing all feeling, like a candle amidst a raging hurricane.
After what seemed like a mere second and simultaneously several eons, he awoke on a vast prairie. Soft clouds rolled in the sky; large birds he had never seen before flapping their enormous wings causing huge gusts of wind to slash downwards. The bleating of goats and sheep in the distance alongside the roar of furious beasts in the depths of the forests, all rushed into his ears.
"UAFGH!" Taking in a huge breath of fresh air, he jolted upwards, a deep look of confusion masking his face. An almost solid fog was present in his mind.
'Gaia, what the hell is going on?' he asked internally, yet silence was the only thing that replied to him.
"Gaia? GAIA?!" He yelled out, yet the silence persisted.
"Fuck, so I'm all alone in here?" he mumbled as he looked around.
"That is correct, but you shouldn't be too worried about others. It has yet to be decided whether you will be leaving here alive or not." A baritone voice exploded in his ears, causing a shooting pain to pierce through his head. Like a needle prodding his brain.
"Who… are you?" he squeezed out through grit teeth.
"I am dead, my name... long forgotten…"
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone