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year 5, quarter 3
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When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me
❞
Noctis half ignored the dog comment, looking around before looking over his shoulder and raising an eyebrow. The level of pomp this man had, Noct would daresay, was utterly endearing.
"Sorry, only weapons. But…" he touched the light on his collar, the LED bulb illuminating the hallway in a bright, blue glow. "Time to see what I missed the last time." he looked around, remembering his last visit, and how the stone guardians were giant monoliths. With Genesis' obvious strength (Noctis figured he had quite a bit of power under the hood, along with the pomp), it would be easier to strike them down if need be.
"There's weird power sources here that energize living statues. Big ones. Last one I saw had to be shut down by killing it's power sources." he had begun moving down the hallway, taking care to watch his step. "I think this tower acts as some kind of conduit… but to what, I'm not sure."
He kept the part of communicating with one of the Founder Kings through the Ring to himself, for the moment. He wasn't even entirely sure if it was really them, considering his general lack of trust of whatever power slept here. As if in response to his skepticism, the Tower rumbled lowly, and the hallway lit up with a green glow, lines of green energy moving along the wall.
He looked around, reaching up and turning his light off, before looking ahead grimly.
"Seems like this is their way of laying out the red carpet for us." he said, holding back a grin as he realized that it was something Ignis would say. Unsure if Genesis would understand the metaphor, he looked over to his ally. "Let's hope there are answers up ahead."
Genesis prematurely scowled when Noctis explained that the only things he could pull from the ether were weapons, but the boy ended up surprising him when he flicked on a light attached to his jacket collar. “At least your world wasn’t a pit of no technology like some of them seem to be,” he said by way of thanks as he peered into the dim hallway. The small amount of light helped, though he wasn’t a huge fan of the shadows that it created along the stone walls. Regardless, he let Noctis go first as they cautiously moved forward. The dark-haired man had been here before after all, and he was the one holding the light.
Noctis explained his thoughts about the tower as they moved, though knowing what to expect did nothing to assuage Genesis’ suspicions about the place. “Wonderful. Then I’ll expect that one of us will have to distract them while the other searches for the off switch,” he said with a slight roll of his eyes. It wasn’t altogether comforting, but at least they weren’t coming in blind without knowing the guardians’ weaknesses. “Any idea what exactly they’re guarding?”
The hallway suddenly lit up with an eerie green glow as lights appeared to guide them through the rest of the corridor. Noctis switched off his flashlight while Genesis curiously trailed a gloved finger along one of the indentations on the walls. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say it almost looks like mako energy from my world,” he mused before finding the need to follow that up with a Loveless quote. “Legend shall speak / Of sacrifice at world’s end.”
Noctis made a joke about the tower welcoming them inside, and Genesis chuckled in agreement as they finally came to the end of the stairwell. The hallway led them into a large, dark space, though the walls lit up with the same green light as soon as the two had edged forward enough to enter the room completely.
Genesis looked around the cavernous room, noting that while the walls were made of the same stone as the hallway, the ceiling was a beautiful tile mosaic stretching at least thirty feet overhead in the design of a dragon. The only other exit that Genesis could see was a pair of double doors waiting for them on the opposite end of the room. The domed room had plenty of empty space between them and the doors, but Genesis eyed the stone statues in the very center a bit dubiously.
Taking a step further inside, Genesis let out a dramatic sigh as the sound of creaking stone reached his ears. “I don’t suppose we’re in luck enough that it could just be the tower moving again?” He asked as he drew his red rapier and held it at his side. He wasn’t sure how strong these guardians were, but he planned to be ready.
When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me
❞
He didn't remember the tower moving before. He wasn't sure why, or how it could move without churning the land up beneath them, but he had seen similar constructs on Eos. Large, shifting catacombs underground, but the earth above it, untouched. A low hum emanated from the walls, offering a white noise to offset the silence, albeit the occasional far off rumble.
They came into the open space, where more statues resided within. Less flora adorned the walls and structure than the last one he experienced, but there were vines and some small trees surrounding the statues. It offered little comfort, because the last time Noctis saw a chamber like this, a golem tried to crush him.
He stepped up to the middle of the room, and cautiously reached up and touched one of the statues in the middle, brushing off some of the moss that had collected on the cold, stone surface. Underneath the moss, the stone glowed a low green, but nowhere near as bright as the conduits on the wall.
"Seems as though these statues aren't built to move like the guardians were."
He looked up to the mosaic of the dragon, and narrowed his eyes. The pattern of spikes along it's neck and back, the wings themselves… even the eyes, they looked like…
The mosaic glowed intensely, as something descended from the ceiling. Noctis drew his weapon, peering through the bright glow as what appeared to be a cloaked figure with broad shoulders was projected in the mists, the form held together by beams of light from the walls.
"Interlopers." a deep, rumbling voice uttered. "Or perhaps allies? No matter. The gate is open, and Dragonfire now rains from the sky again."
The figure turned slightly towards Genesis. "Be you adventurers? Treasure hunters? Or perhaps those trying to take up the mantle of 'hero?' Usurpers of the Dragon Throne that lies upon the roost of this great machine?" the figure raised it's arms, displaying thorny gauntlets, in some kind of worship. "Humans, both born of this world, and otherwise, are temporary, here. Mortal. Expendable." he said cooly, eyes darting down to Noctis. Was this a recording? Or was something speaking to them from elsewhere?
The figure looked towards the ceiling, towards the mosaic. "Clever little rats. Though the dragons were released, there are far greater powers that made landfall. A miscalculation, I'm sure, but, we will be sure to reclaim our world from you… one corpse at a time."
Noctis stepped closer to examine the stone dragon statues in the center of the vaulted room. Genesis followed a bit dubiously given the creaking echoing through the chamber. “Better you than me,” he muttered to himself as his companion brushed some of the moss off of one before yelling back that they weren’t actually guardians. Genesis relaxed marginally at the news, though he didn’t bother to lower his rapier since he couldn’t imagine that they would escape a tower like this unscathed.
The dark-haired man had moved on from the statues to squint suspiciously at the ceiling, and Genesis followed his gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took the time to examine the mosaic more closely than before. What he’d taken to be a dragon from a distance was actually a familiar figure. Genesis himself had once held the materia to summon the beast, though he’d unfortunately not had it on him at the time that he’d been brought over to Zephon. “Bahamut?” He questioned to Noctis, though he didn’t have much time to consider it further as beams of light suddenly shot out from the walls and projected upwards towards the ceiling.
Stiffening, Genesis raised an eyebrow as he watched the cloaked figure now towering above them. The person was likely just an illusion given the projections of light, but it was a rather convincing one, and his words about dragonfire raining from the skies were...troubling. To say the least.
“Any idea what it means?” He muttered to Noctis, though he had some idea of what gate it spoke of. Genesis hadn’t been here yet when it had happened, but he had heard tales from others of the dragon’s gate that had been opened below Torensten. He supposed that was why the dragon cult that he’d once worked with chose to meet in the tunnels under the city.
The figure’s words about them attempting to take up the mantle of a ‘hero’ were almost certainly directed towards Genesis, which made him stiffen in place. It was as if the entity had looked directly into his past, and he couldn’t say that he liked it. “What would you know of me?” He seethed, but it seemed that it had directed a similar taunt towards Noctis, and he eyed his partner as the taunt sank in.
Even Kings. Kings?
“You’re joking.” He looked the man over in a new light, not seeing anything in particular that was royal about him, but then his only personal experience was from storybooks. Shinra presidents didn’t exactly compare. Were kings even supposed to use swords like that? Surely they had soldiers to fight for them?
“Do you make it a habit of running around alone, your majesty?” he complained, though it was really not the time. Scowling, Genesis decided that the first order of business was to shut up the figure above them.
“Fira.” Flames burst up around the cloaked man, though as expected, it didn’t seem to actually be present in the room with them. Still, the figure vanished as the spell died down, and suddenly even the dim green glow of the statues flickered off, plunging them into darkness. The lack of windows in the room made it difficult for Genesis to see anything at all, though he hoped that Noctis might be having more luck purely by the glow of Genesis’ own mako-infused eyes.
“All that awaits you is a somber morrow, no matter where the winds may blow,” Genesis muttered to himself, stretching out a hand in an attempt to locate a wall that he could follow around. “You know, I’m beginning to think that reaching the roof alone might be a bad idea.”
When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me
❞
The revelation of his Royalty didn't bother Noctis much, and Genesis's bewilderment bothered him even less. Sure, the jig was up, but at least now he knew he didn't have to tip-toe around the idea that Nifleheim spies would be able to pry information from the man in Crimson. Genesis would torch the projection itself, and utter another poetic line, before expressing doubt about reaching the summit on their own.
"Agreed. Especially if, for whatever reason, we have a Bahamut up there, waiting. If this world's Bahamut is anything like the other Dragons I've run into… He's not the type for benevolence."
With what he knew now, The Draconian Himself wasn't much more of a field of daisies, but Noctis wasn't on Eos to worry about that. What they needed to worry about was possibly pissing off this world's King of Dragons and getting toasted.
"I say we make our way down. I can report what I've found out to The Dragonblades, and if you wish, we can team up with some other powerful friends of mine to raid this place. Maybe this world's Bahamut would have answers as to what's been happening."
He wasn't sure how it would play out with the Dragonblades. Since the Reignstorm, Zephon itself had been in the long process of recovering from the storm. Remote settlements were scattered, and the cities themselves held refugees that the Blades and some of the other Outsiders themselves were helping. If he hadn't been on his own campaign to find Ignis, Prompto and Gladio (he was convinced that they ended up here), he would be assisting in the effort as well. With further whispers of Daemonic like creatures appearing, Noctis felt sick at the idea that he might be here.
It was a long shot for all of them, but Noctis privately hoped that none of them ended up on Zephon.
He banished his weapon, and sighed.
"Well, I'd rather not jump from this place again, so, shall we make our way down?"[/b[
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Noctis agreed that they should cut their exploration short for today. This particular version of Bahamut seemed different from the variations that Genesis knew back on Gaia. Those summons had been tough, but not unbeatable. Genesis himself had used Bahamut against Zack on multiple occasions, and Angeal’s brat had usually managed to get the upper-hand. That version hadn’t exactly had an entire defensive tower dedicated in his honor though. Somehow Genesis didn’t like their odds alone, even if Noctis’ warping was incredibly useful.
Noctis said that he’d pass on what they had learned to the Dragonblades, which made Genesis wrinkle his nose slightly even if he refrained from commenting. From what he’d heard, they were some do-good mercenary guild, which felt a little try-hard for his tastes. That brand of hero was probably exactly what they needed for a threat this large though, so he nodded his assent. “I have a few friends here as well who could probably be of service.” Sephiroth was always good for a fight as long as he left his General hat at the door. He had an infuriating tendency to believe his strategy was best otherwise. Even if it was he didn’t have to rub it in everyone’s faces.
Noctis suggested they begin their descent, though Genesis had to laugh lightly at the implication that he had jumped from the tower last time. “I’d catch you. Maybe,” he said with a faint smirk as he waved Noctis on first. “After you, your majesty.” He couldn’t resist the slight dig at the man’s status, though he supposed that he didn’t blame him for keeping it a secret. A king was bound to have enemies after all. Genesis wasn’t inclined to out him though unless there was something in it for him.
“When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky,” Genesis quoted thoughtfully, taking one last look at the altar room before beginning the long descent. At the very least, they should be able to find their way back to the room with the broken stained-glass windows that they had originally entered through. If nothing else, they could jump from there.
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Think we're getting close! I've loved the world building in this one.
