Interlude - Resolution
Aftermath
Selia walked among the people. The Sects had started making camp in the ruins of Emaros, even as sweeping teams moved through, taking anything of worth. The Exalted Empire and its allies have moved their forces beyond the Citadel, while leaving some of their forces in it. The Sect teams were moving in there with them as well. The situation was still tense, but at least they werent fighting.
She turned her attentions to the people. She walked with her mask on, Acceptance, and she talked with people. Her awakened object wasnt a combat one, what it did was help her and others deal with sorrow, with pain. So, she moved from one group of warriors to another, talking with them. Using Soothe Pain for those who mourned friends, brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers.
Selia knelt next to a warrior sitting against the crumbling walls of Emaros, holding a broken spear in his hands. He was weeping, and with her ideal she could feel his sorrow. She didnt reach out with her ideal, it would make her experience his memories of the event that caused him such sorrow. Instead, she talked with him, comforting him as Soothe Pain did its work. It was hard, especially for those among the army who were like him. Ghosts walked among the living, talking, and smiling, even those without immortalities.
People talked with their fallen, and even though there was sadness, there was also joy and acceptance. They had the time to say goodbye, and death was not the end, they would meet again in the afterlife. It made the contrast oh so much darker. In that darkness, Selia walked, talking with those who wept alone. Those for whom there were no ghosts to talk with, those whose loss was permanentthose who had died a True Death.
Her mask hid her face, but she knew that it made the other feel at ease in her presence. It let them talk, made them open up, and helped them close those wounds. The same as she had healed of her own over time. It wasnt easy, but it was something that she wanted to do. Not just because of what they had decided, how it would help them and their future, but how it helped others.
The veil of war and combat had lifted, and now it was time for reality to rear its head back, for people to realize what they had lost. She walked from person to person, from Sect to Sect, talking and helping them recover.
Erdania watched Selia from a distance, she didnt interfere with her work. She had always been the more emotional one of the two of them. Erdania worked of her pain in other ways. She glanced to the side, where Ryun stood next to her. They were in the Twilight Melody Camp, up on a part of the wall that still stood.
So, you bullied the Exalted Empire into pulling back, Erdania commented.
Ryun chuckled. I wonder.
Erdania glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. He didnt need to look at her to notice the gesture.n0ve(l)bi(n.)co/m
I dont know, Ryun said. Forget I said anything.
Erdania dropped it and turned her eyes back to the field where Selia walked among the people. Things were looking good for them, for the first time in a long time. Their standings in the Sects had risen high, and Selias work down below would give her the love of the peopleeven though Erdania knew that it wasnt what Selia was after, she just wanted to help.
Still, they had done it. After years, finally the threat of the Dome and its monsters was over.
A few days after the battle was done, Selia stood in a tent with Ryun, Erdania, and Nayra.
Are you sure about this? Nayra asked the demasi woman.
Selia nodded. I am, she answered. I need more strength, to better understand my power if I am ever to advance beyond Ascended. This feels like a good opportunity.
Erdania grimaced and Selia put a hand on her shoulder. I dont like this, Erdania said.
Her mother smiled at her. Its been a long time since Ive visited the afterlife, I want to see my son again.
Thank you for helping, Nayra just said.
Of course, daughter, Karya said.
Nayra looked over the army of souls that she had to escort through the Ethereal. So many souls would surely draw attention, and in here they didnt have their powersmost of them at least. Some had perks that worked. At least with her mother here she would have help.
Ryun stood on top of the walls of Emaros, looking out in the distance. He had left the looting and decisions of who got what, to others, it wasnt like he knew what would be useful for them. Instead, he made sure that he was visible, and he listened in on the conversations. He had a plan, and to do it well, he would need people to know him beyond just a name on the High Ranker list. Already they whispered where they thought he couldnt hear. Stories of what Selia and he had done. There was fear, awe, and respect. Most importantly, the honor and the name of the Twilight Melody Sect had risen. Selias and Erdanias names were on just as many lips as his was. Selia for her compassion, and Erdania for the feat of killing the Elder King and destroying half the city.
Things were good. Finally, they he would have the time to focus on other things. Grow the Sect, or at least bother Anrosh with it, and continue improving his Cultivation and smithing.
Then, something flashed before his eyes, a window and he blinked as he read it through.
World Event!
Ensure the safety of the Eight Iteration Arrivals.
Arrival: 7 days
Reward: Variable
Ryun smiled. It seemed like the Framework hated peace. He turned around and went to find Lesamitrius, they needed to organize a group. Ryun was not about to let the Rankers fall into any hands but his own, he knew their value better than anyone.
Kael sat in a small room in their hidden fortress high up in the mountains. His people next to him.
Are you sure? Maya asked.
I am, Kael said. Weve worked so hard, trying to pull down the rulers of this world. To give everyone the freedom to choose and grow as they see fit. We failed, they are too ingrained, the people too blind to see what they are doing to them. The only path left is to burn the entire forest down, make room for new growth.
But Tellisa trailed off.
I understand, Kael said. But no matter what we do, they wont change. No matter how many on the top we kill, new ones just step in and do the same thing. We need to tear them all down. So, yes, go to your contacts, send out explorers. Find all the Domes.
One had nearly brought the world to its knees. He will open them all, and once the world burned, something new and better could rise from the ashes.