The frozen cave used to hold prisoners was located in the industrial zone, not far from the main administrative center of the entire settlement. It was one of the most well-guarded places in the settlement and nobody was worried about prisoners escaping and causing a commotion.It didn’t take long for Col. Vehe to arrive at the cave but when he got there, there was already somebody waiting for him.Standing at the entrance of the cave was a lean and almost lanky figure. Her legs were long - extremely so - like one of those kinds that seemed to be all legs and nothing else, and she sported thin body fingers that were as white as ice from being exposed through the fingerless gloves she wore on her hand. Along with a simple blazer and cargo pants that billowed from the bone-chilling wind coming from the mouth of the cave, the figure appeared sorely underdressed at the moment.The woman was shivering in the snow, occasionally letting out a snivel as she tried to stop her nose from running
Arran and the girls looked at the skinny black-skinned girl who appeared before them and started taking. Her mannerism was odd with an unsettling gleam present in her eyes which looked like they were about to pop out at any moment.Unable to figure out her deal, Beatrice spoke first, asking, “Who are you?”“Me?”Pointing at herself, Poltergeist responded with a look of surprise on her face as if she didn’t expect to be asked that question.Smack!Suddenly, she slapped herself on the forehead loudly before speaking.“Right, I didn’t introduce myself. Can you imagine that? How silly of me. Why don’t we start over from the beginning and get to know each other?”“Hi, my name is Faith but people call me Poltergeist. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”Not answering, the trio were thrown for a loop at the unpredictability of the person before them. It seemed rather random to them that she only just realized that she had failed to introduce herself when she first entered.Choosing to ignore
Before he continued, Arran turned to look at Beatrice and Pamela and sent a thought to them using High Mind which was a psychic clairvoyance all Aeth was capable of using after opening the reality gate and achieving concept actualization.“You two, help me out a little here. This one’s a tough nut.”There was a brief flash of surprise in the two’s eyes but it quickly vanished.Beatrice asked, “What should we do?”“Just interact with her. I need her to keep talking. The more active she is, the greater my chance of figuring her out.”Beatrice and Pamela were confused about what Arran wanted to do. Before coming, they had discussed how they would learn any information they wanted from the base.As the base employed a closed network with a series of strong encryptions around it, it wasn't easy to dig through their highly protected files without being noticed. Surely the level of technology of the Aeth was more than enough to defeat an aborigine civilization that had yet to step out fully
Arran only talked to Poltergeist after confirming that Beatrice and Pamela were still under control. Although they seemed to be affected by some power that caused them to act out of character, they were still very restrained in their squabble - subconsciously not revealing any important details about themselves or their mission. Only then was Arran able to ignore them and focus on the main culprit instead. Poltergeist, instead of answering, Arran tried to suppress an eerie laugh and asked, “Hehe! Isn’t it fun seeing the two of them revealing their true feelings to each other?” “Friends should be honest with each other and say how they truly feel about one another. If not, they are bad friends and I don’t like bad people.” Then turning to Arran Poltergeist asked in a chillingly innocent manner, “You’re not a bad person are you?” Taking in Poltergeist’s words, Arran looked at Beatrice and Pamela and confirmed a few things already. But he didn’t act yet and instead chose to answer Pol
As soon as Poltergeists spoke, Arran suddenly felt a mysterious power fall upon him like a shroud, emitting a subtle influence on him to open his mouth and answer her question truthfully. ‘Is this her power acting on me?’ Arran wondered internally, his mind probing the powers as if understanding its influence. But Arran shook his head later in disappointment. ‘It’s quite weak!’ Arran was disappointed at the strength of Poltergeist’s power. Its effects were quite frankly very weak, so weak that they could almost be ignored. Anybody with powerful enough willpower and mental fortitude would not be affected by this power at all. Still, while it was not strong enough to directly influence Arran, its presence could still be felt lingering onwards, gradually increasing in strength until it broke through all mental defense of its target. Understanding this, Arran smiled and finally responded to Poltergeist. “Of course, one has to be fair. That’s what a good person would do. Unfortunately
Beatrice and Pamela were suddenly not affected by Poltergeist’s powers anymore, causing her to fall into a downward spiral of doubt and confusion. Poltergeist wondered if her powers had ever worked on them in the first place or if they had been pretending from the very beginning. In truth, Poltergeist’s powers did affect both Beatrice and Pamela initially. Their disagreement hadn’t all been faked out as they did indeed fall under Poltergeist’s influence. One advantage of mystery-type powers was - well, their mysterious nature. Without an understanding of the rules governing a mystery-type power, it was easy to fall victim to the power without realizing it. This element of surprise took advantage of your ignorance and lack of vigilance to ensnare and trap you. In Beatrice’s and Pamela’s case, they naturally didn’t know Poltergeists possessed a mystery-type power and as such were unguarded against her. This was why they had been affected. But that wasn’t the only reason… Because of s
Before anybody could speak, a voice suddenly called out from the end of the prison cave, booming like the roar of a tiger.“That’s enough, Miss Ohimai. You can stand down now.”Poltergeist jolted fiercely as soon as she heard her real name being spoken. In the entire settlement, only one person still addressed her by her true name rather than the monicker that came due to the nature of her powers.Turning around, the shadow of a man or a beast consumed her attention, filling up the entire focus of her vision like a colossal star in deep space. Poltergeist was so intimidated that she involuntarily took a step back into the prison cave, allowing the beast of a man to step into the limelight.Col. Vehe entered fully into the prison, his aide trailing behind him like a shadow. They came to a stop in front of Arran’s cell. Unsurprised by his appearance, Arran looked up squarely at the colonel.“So you finally decided to show up, eh? Did you get what you wanted as you watched from the back
“You are not surprised that I know who you are,” Col. Vehe said. It was a statement, not a question.“Of course we are not,” Arran replied.“What self-respecting leader would invite others into their home and not investigate who they were? We fully expected to be exposed as soon as we were captured so we didn’t intend to hide anything in the first place.”“Oh, is that why you refused to answer my interrogator?” Col. Vehe asked with slanted eyes.Smiling, Arran replied, “We were just playing a little game is all - a game you initiated. No hard feelings, ok?”Towards the end of his words, Arran turned to Poltergeist and smiled in apology.Arran's actions and words were very casual - and quite frankly flippant. It was like he couldn’t recognize the position he was in or the severity of who he stood in front of. This attitude irked the colonel’s aide, who bristled with anger. He was of a mind to tell Arran off for his rudeness before his superior but the discipline instilled by the milita
Hello everyone, it's your favorite author here. So this is where this book will be ending for now. The story is not over for Arran and his companions. There are many more adventures to share with everybody. But I decided to end this book here because I felt that it had reached a mature point and it was time to evolve the story to something more. From the sequel book onwards, it will no longer just be a story about a boy searching for answers alone but Arran will be accompanied by other main characters from my other stories. So for those who haven't read any of my other stories, you should really give it a try. Though those stories aren’t complete yet and they haven’t gone as far as this one yet, I’ll be using this chance to complete those stories so everything can progress together. Thanks for sticking with me till the end and see you on the flip side. Until next time. Kuraii, out. 😁
The battle which would later come to be known as the Apocalyptic Battle For Earth’s Survival ended in a dour note. This battle lasted for 4 hours and many lives were lost. Of these lives that went missing in the chaos of the battle, two were especially noteworthy for their relentless efforts to resist the vile invaders that threatened the planet Earth.They went by the names Arran Galen Von Stratenoff Nero and Faith (Poltergeist) Ohimai both of whom were presumed missing but still alive. Nobody knew where they went or what corner of the universe they currently found themselves. But wherever this was, they were both surely missed and everybody prayed for their safety and eventual return. … The Etherium… inside the royal council hall. A meeting of the highest importance was currently being held. In this meeting, every council member was present. Along with them, there were seven extra seats which were located at the highest point in the entire hall. Seated upon these esteemed chairs w
Arran was sucked away into the void fissure which closed immediately after, but not before Poltergeist had managed to latch onto his thigh for whatever reason. Seeing Poltergeist clinging onto him, Arran was confused before suddenly developing the urge to retort vehemently. But he wouldn’t have that time for things were just starting to go very wrong. The space within the void fissure was just that… a literal void where nothing existed but the vast expanse of space. But the stability of this void was seriously compromised allowing for multiple fractures in space and time to open up in the surrounding void. Due to the force of the vacuum that pulled arran and Poltergeist into the void fissure, the two of them were barreling through this space uncontrollably without the ability to stabilize themselves. Arran was too weak at the moment after having all his strength drained from him while releasing the Earth’s World Will. As for Poltergeist, she was also weakened. This was because she
The awakening of the world's will of earth was not something Arran had ever expected much less that its awakening would have to do with him. It was then that Arran realized the cause of everything. In Arran’s hand, Soran lay there quietly, no longer trembling as before as if it had gone to slumber. But when Arran thought of how everything that just happened was all because of it, Arran was shocked beyond belief. Arran thought that he already understood what Soran was capable of yet only now did he know that he was yet to scratch the surface of all of Soran’s capabilities. Soran’s ability, Triumph, granted Arran the means to win. Before Arran thought it only made it so that he could meet his enemies power blow for blow regardless of the difference in the realm. But what if there was a situation where Arran was up against an opponent whose gap in the realm was impossible to cross logically? For instance, how would Soran ensure Arran’s victory if he was up against a god as a mere mort
Soran left Arran’s hand, trembling powerfully in the air and creating a buzz of vibrations that spread into the surroundings. Arran was shocked by this not expecting it at all. Just as Arran was about to reach out to Soran to grab him, he suddenly paused as a feeling overcame him. Something was calling out to arran. Even more surprised, Arran looked around swiftly but he couldn’t find anybody around him. Then he thought of something and turned back to look at Soran who continued to tremble in the air. Indeed, just as Arran thought, as he focused on Soran, that call rose in his heart once again. It was as if something was reaching out to him through Soran from a mysterious place. Arran didn’t know who this person was but he knew what they wanted… to be freed. Arran didn’t give it much thought at all — there wasn’t anything to think about. The situation right was already dire. In releasing this person, what was the worst that could happen? Inwardly, Arran tried speaking to the ent
With the eyes of the old face half open, everything took a drastic turn for the worse for Arran and his group. Everybody else had lost consciousness except for arran who retained only a bit of consciousness in this situation… and one other person. With the opening of the old man’s eyes, the defense line was broken not only on Arran’s front but also on that of the Earth. The barrier of distorted space-time surrounding Earth after its barrier shattered was also broken through. Apart from Eris and Charmy, it was this barrier that prevented the blood sea from approaching Earth. But now that it was broken nothing was stopping it anymore. The polluted blood sea was free to advance on Earth. But the Aeth and the others could also now approach the planet. Having lost consciousness, all of them were free falling into the earth at this moment. They were unable to control their descent and were hurtling toward Earth at an incredible speed. At this height, falling with such a speed was enou
Kasack vanished from the battlefield, scooped away into the safety of the dark star planet causing Arran to miss his chance at finally ending this threat once and for all. Arran was frustrated not knowing when he might ever have another chance like this again. But he didn’t wallow in his frustration for long. In no time arran calmed down and analyzed the situation. While it was a pity that he couldn’t kill Kasack, arran realized the urgency of the situation. Whatever Kasack did before his disappearance, it was bad… very bad. Looking at the visage on the surface of the dark star planet, Arran’s mind was met with a deluge of corrupting thoughts that tried to erode his mind. Even his resistance granted by his reality gate against mental pollution was not able to stop this corruption forcing arran to turn away from the planet. Yet even then, a chilling and slimy feeling lingered in Arran’s mind as his consciousness was continually under attack. Only with the combination of the World E
In his madness, Kasack did something drastic. He completely unleashed the power of the old one sealed within the dark star planet. Lying within the core of the dark star planet was the old ones' power. This power was meant to be given to his chosen champion as a means to fight the Aeth civilization. It was the strongest legacy left behind by the old one which could not be inherited directly. This power was only meant to be used at the critical time of the conflict with the Aeth civilization. It was Kasack’s greatest trump card one that he was reluctant to ever use. Yet at this moment, In the face of death, Kasack unleashed this power knowing full well the repercussions of his action. Moan! Following Kasack’s mad ravings, a loud wailing moan echoed throughout the surroundings sounding like an old machine shutting down or large gears slowly going still. In the chaos of the battlefield, this sound was so conspicuous that it forced everyone to notice it. Gradually, the fighting stopp
Kasack was sent flying after being hit by Arran. His chest was sunken and bloodied from the barrage of staff thrusts delivered to him and a mouth full of blood burst from Kasack’s mouth. Kasack was severely damaged, his injuries extremely grevious. But the most severe blow done to Kasack was the blow to his mind and ego. Despite everything, despite all the preparations and plans he had made, Kasack still hadn’t succeeded in killing Arran, yet it was he who was left battered and on the brink of death once again. This thought, Kasack could not bear it. His previous shame which he had hidden beneath a well of anger and rage resurfaced once more, bursting onto the surface like an erupting volcano. Aaaahhhhhh! Kasack didn’t know who was screaming so desperately. In his daze, he heard a voice filled with fury and indignation. His mind was foggy from the impact of Arran’s blows and the bruise on his pride and ego. When the fog finally cleared a little, that is when Kasack realized that