Bab 47: CHAPTER 47 - TELENON’S PLAN
In the Temple of the Voices of Reason, Telenon awoke from mere idleness and reveries. Alone in the room, and at the whims of darkness. The man brushed a hairy, hyena-like chest and got to his feet. He spied the window and its thin rectangle of light. Raising his hand, the shade retracted, granting him a macroscale view of the town below, "The best way to destroy Priya is to turn her world upside down. Her daughter Snow will be the first. She is an impulsive one. I can trap her in the turbulence. It will drive her mad and then I can watch as Priya fights her daughter. Inevitably, she will vanquish her in thoughtlessness, and that will break the champion's will. Overcome by grief. That is the fastest way to do this". Yet that was not enough. Knowing what battle truly was, he forced himself to plan for all contingencies. Securing a private channel, he spoke to the most fiendish adversaries of the SOTA. Orchidia Everglow, Visioness of the Infinite Black Rainbow, Kyloptos Rama, and the Giftbearer. "Telenon, is that you?" Orchidia murmured. She was tall and lithe, with mesmerizingly long hair, blonde to the extreme. An intricate armor clicked repeatedly upon her person. The second was trapped within the champion. Dark … like a shadow twin. The third was resting in a sarcophagus. Towered over by an elegant triangle. He was an old man, frail of body, but seething with magic. And the fourth was just a fragment of her former self. In some remote place. Covered in glitter. Naturally, Telenon related the design to them. Kyloptos Rama would have none of it. He was a sore loser, and left of his own accord. The SOTA had done him in. Giftbearer was in no condition to assist … and so she slinked away. With Visioness, only a few words could be traded before that one faded into the spirit of its captor. And then Orchidia remained. Telenon nodded to her and revealed the expanse of the prairie below. The place for an evil enterprise. "Do you see that, the honeysuckle upon the house" she noticed. "What do you consider about it then?" he wondered, intrigued by the hint of rebellion. "It means Snow has a portion of Honeycomb Man's power, which means she must have a portion of Etheria's power. It will be a barrier". "No matter, let's get this underway and you will see me do my justice" he concluded, stepping into the diagonal of light cast onto the ground by the window. Below, the challenger approached her phenomenal destiny. It was now a waiting game.
A rabble of birds larked through the air on a journey to a certain roof. The house sat on top of the hill, wreathed in vines of honeysuckle, bright yellow. Across the walls of the shelter, lines overlapped with one another. Resourceful beetles made their way along the thoroughfares. Further down the hill, the grass met its match through cycles of endless wind. Cleaving semicircles through the prairie. Sweetness filled the air from the interiors of the honeysuckle. It swept across miles, piquing the interest of anything that it came across. But beyond that was the vast ever-present green of the prairie. Flecked with sturdy trees. A copious nursery to arrest the spinning world. To make it blink. Because there, even loneliness was an ecstasy. Later on, more winds were arriving. Forthcoming from the east. Adding mountain air to the fragrance. Making the tone of it elusive. It was the kind of place that journeys led to. Ambling about, getting lost even in the shortest, insubstantial grass. A century to pass the wide sweep of that plane. The sun sent a torrent of light below. It made an obstruction perpendicular to someone's face. The clouds drifted because that was in vogue these days. And the grass continued its juvenile dance. As if the shell of a person had entered the pure layer of the earth. Through the layer of space. Or being a shell and walking along the prairie with the wind that flows. Or awakening within the cardinal directions of a compass dropped upon the ground. Willing the needle to its rightful place. Despite all of that, the afternoon lurched forward. The trees bent as only they could, stretching their backs, as they had seniority. The house on the hill looked sequestered. The yellow of the honeysuckle welcomed travelers.
The mouth of the hyena smiled with toothy delight. Soon enough, there would be that righteous warrior coming up the hill, who was most definitely still a nerd and not hot. Maybe if you looked at her sideways … there were some bodacious curves. But that didn't matter! She was just a student, like all the rest. A simple scholar that likes books and falling asleep in lectures. Just a regular, commonplace girl. With echo powers and a sword and a heroic look on her face and all that - let me save everyone - nonsense.
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