One day prior Noah and the other departure.
Somewhere in the wasteland.
The unforgiving sun mercilessly scorched a landscape of shattered aspirations. As far as the eye could reach, a metropolis sprawled, a concrete jungle fossilized by time. Once symbols of human ambition, skyscrapers now stood as jagged teeth, crumbling and worn. The glass exteriors reflected a distorted sky, while broken windows stared like empty sockets.
Nature, an unyielding insurgent, had initiated its reclamation. Thick vines, resembling cables, entwined the sides of buildings, their vibrant tendrils interlacing with fractured concrete slabs. Twisted and defiant trees burst through collapsed roadways, their roots prying asphalt from the ground.
In some areas, entire structures had been devoured by vegetation, their outlines discernible through the uneven, lush mounds they had become.
The silence weighed heavily, interrupted only by the sigh of the wind whistling through the skeletal remains of skyscrapers. The air, thick with dust, carried the faint metallic tang of rust. Here and there, a trace of faded paint clung to a wall, a ghostly reminder of a past advertisement - a forgotten pledge of a life that would never materialize.
Deep beneath the Earth's surface lay the hidden marvel of Lumina, a city thriving amidst the desolation above. Illuminated by bioluminescent fungi, Lumina's stone buildings glistened like opals in the ethereal glow. Serene waterways, nourished by underground springs, meandered through the city, reflecting the mesmerizing luminescence.
At the heart of Lumina stood the majestic Sunstone Spire, a palace crafted from a rare vein of obsidian. Its striking spires, adorned with pulsating crystals, radiated a gentle golden light, reminiscent of a distant sun. Intricate murals etched into the obsidian depicted the lost world above, with its lush forests, vibrant skies, and enigmatic creatures.
Within the Sunstone Spire, grand halls extended, adorned with tapestries woven from luminous spider silk. Steam rose from hidden geothermal vents, enveloping the air in a warm, mineral-rich mist. Furniture carved from luminous geodes cast a soft, ever-changing glow, illuminating the palace's inhabitants.
The very atmosphere reverberated with the comforting hum of the city's geothermal core, a constant reminder of Lumina's vitality.
More than a seat of power, the grand palace symbolized Lumina's resilience, a testament to their ability to not only survive but thrive beneath the Earth's crust, creating a breathtaking civilization in the depths below.
Deep within the hidden depths of the Sunstone Spire, nestled in a chamber bathed in the gentle radiance of obsidian, a clandestine gathering was in progress. Seven enigmatic beings, draped in robes the color of midnight that glimmered with a faint reflection of the palace's subterranean energy, encircled an immense, intricately patterned table.
The table's surface, a mesmerizing mosaic of crystalline structures, emanated a subtle inner glow, casting an ethereal light upon the countenances emerging from the depths of their hoods.
A palpable tension filled the air, surpassing even the murmurs of the city's bustling heart. From within the shadows of their hood, one figure, their identity concealed by a shroud of darkness, broke the silence, their voice a deep rumble that reverberated softly within the chamber.
"So, the leader has decided to send the Jester and the Jammer?" Greed's words hung in the air, met with the leader's silent affirmation.
Lust chimed in, adding her thoughts to the conversation. "Ah, although she may appear weak, she possesses a dangerous prowess. I am certain she will fulfill the leader's mission. There are a few promising individuals among the new students from the esteemed Peerless Academy, such as the Spear of Destruction's son and the grandchild of the old man. The potential is undeniable."
A heavy silence descended upon the chamber as Logan Adler, Noah's father and Lilith's grandfather, was mentioned. Normally, the demon order would have refrained from meddling due to their lineage, but the gravity of the situation compelled them to take action.
The materials these hills brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings have been built in shapes and with elements of the hills around them.
The skyline is riddled with giant skyscrapers and they look astonishingly beautiful all together. Life is great in Earthwall and it has attracted a lot of attention.
A man with a black spear walked toward a restaurant, his presence evoking a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. The gleaming obsidian spear, its jet-black surface reflecting the ambient light, stood out starkly against the backdrop of the bustling city streets.
As he approached the restaurant, the patrons and passersby couldn't help but steal glances in his direction. The sight of a man armed with such a formidable weapon was uncommon, and it ignited a sense of wonder and speculation among those who observed him.
The man's demeanor exuded a quiet confidence, his gaze focused and unwavering. His attire, a combination of dark clothing and rugged leather armor, hinted at a life of adventure and purpose. Each step he took was deliberate, as if he carried the weight of his experiences with him.
Entering the restaurant, the man's presence caused a momentary pause in the lively atmosphere. Whispers traveled through the air as people exchanged curious glances, their imaginations running wild with stories of his origins and intentions.
As he approached the host stand, the restaurant staff greeted him with a mix of intrigue and caution. His arrival seemed to alter the energy in the room, as if a tangible aura surrounded him. The waitstaff quickly led him to a table, their unease subtly masked by professionalism.
Sitting down, the man placed his black spear beside him, its presence commanding attention from those nearby. The other diners stole occasional glances, their curiosity piqued by the enigmatic stranger. Some wondered if he was a warrior, a guardian, or perhaps someone seeking solace from a tumultuous world.
While his purpose for visiting the restaurant remained a mystery, one thing was certain – the man with the black spear had a captivating aura that drew people in. It was as if he carried a story within him, waiting to be unraveled.
As the evening progressed, the restaurant gradually returned to its usual rhythm, the initial intrigue fading into the background. The man with the black spear enjoyed his meal in solitude, seemingly absorbed in his own thoughts.
When he eventually rose from his seat and left the restaurant, the air seemed to shift once more. The patrons watched him depart, their imaginations ignited by the brief encounter with this mysterious figure.
The man with the black spear became a topic of conversation, a tale to be shared and embellished in the days to come. His presence left a lasting impression, a reminder that sometimes, even in the mundane routines of daily life, there exists a touch of the extraordinary.
"Is that man the embodiment of the Spear of Devastation?" A voice uttered the words, and a brief silence was met with approving nods from the crowd.
"Indeed, he bears a striking resemblance. I wonder what his purpose is in coming to our city?" pondered another.
"Who knows. I'm grateful to have witnessed the presence of such a renowned figure in my lifetime," added a third voice.
"Absolutely!" chimed in a fourth.
Logan overheard their conversation and let out a small chuckle as he continued on his way. His mind wandered to his son, who was currently embarking on his first mission. Logan longed to gift him the coveted purple armor, but he knew there were more pressing matters to attend to before fulfilling that desire.