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Krein
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Within a cavernous area lit only by large and small, bright torches, Caleb sat regally on a seat raised high upon the final step of ascending stairs. It gave him a position of prominence to anyone that approached him here, and with all the seat's elaborate carvings and ornate decorations, it could very well just be called a throne. The cavern, despite being underground, also had the ability to reflect a room of grandeur because of its beautiful banners and carvings lining the walls and floors. Several halls led into and out of this place, connecting with each other to form various underground passageways that most of Aria City wasn't even aware of, save for the rising Cult of Shadows that was now beginning to gain quite an influence within the city. Caleb smiled as he looked down at the people beneath him, namely at the one leading the other robed individuals.
"Madora my dear, how did your teams efforts in carving the Millenium Isignias onto one of the Prime Pillars of Aria City fare? Was there any resistance?"
The Prime Pillars were majestic, obelisk structures located in every district and division of the city. When the large city was founded, they had been built there "so that prosperity could always find its way to the citizens". Obviously though, these Pillars had many more secrets than just some sort of poetic history. By inscribing the Millenium Insignias onto them, the Cult of Shadows had an easier time invoking the powers of the Shadow Realm into the world, and though there were many of them, once they were all given the mysterious inscriptions, greater things would arise out of them...
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"Castellar calling in," spoke a tall, dark haired teenager into a communication device, "Looks like this so called Cult has made their mark on yet another one of them..."
A gruff voice responded to Benjamin from the communicator, clearly agitated at the recent news.
"Again?! How many defaced Pillars do we have now?"
"By my count, just three out of the dozens other there are. This most recent one is located in one of the more impoverished areas of the city though, just like the others. I'm guessing the Cult is just trying to pin these sectors under its thumb first before moving onto the larger places."
The man on the other side of the communicator spoke again, though this time a bit more calmer and relaxed. His voice indicated that he was prepared to end the conversation to let Benjamin continue on with his work.
"That's... unfortunate. No matter, the Department will try and focus itself onto the poorer areas then, and arrest any of the cultists that might be stirring up trouble. Continue your work and uh... try not to mention any of that supernatural baloney to any other officers you might come across, eh?"
The radio emitted a faint static sound as the Department's commander signed off, leaving Benjamin with a rather sour expression on his face. Just a few days ago he had reported some rather strange things he encountered during several duels with cultists who had challenged him, as well as in the area where cult activities had been reported. Benjamin hadn't been able to accurately describe them in more... normal terms, and the only word that really came to mind was "supernatural". The commander promptly laughed at him after that. Despite this... he knew there was something more going on with the Cult and its doings, and no amount of ridicule was going to change his mind on it.
"Baloney, huh Commander? We'll see about that..."
Benjamin turned his attention in the direction of a man that was staring at him with a foul expression. One of the sector's poor residents by the looks of it. Most of them had no fondness for the Securities and probably would have loved to catch them in a dark alley all by themselves. Typical, Benjamin though. He gave him a stern and cautionary expression, to which the glowering man quickly looked away and walked off. Benjamin smirked, and then began to head off in a different direction himself. He felt the duel disk around his left arm, tracing the Iswarm crest he had branded on the black and gray item in a crimson red color that glowed when it was active. He wondered what new things the day would bring...
"Madora my dear, how did your teams efforts in carving the Millenium Isignias onto one of the Prime Pillars of Aria City fare? Was there any resistance?"
The Prime Pillars were majestic, obelisk structures located in every district and division of the city. When the large city was founded, they had been built there "so that prosperity could always find its way to the citizens". Obviously though, these Pillars had many more secrets than just some sort of poetic history. By inscribing the Millenium Insignias onto them, the Cult of Shadows had an easier time invoking the powers of the Shadow Realm into the world, and though there were many of them, once they were all given the mysterious inscriptions, greater things would arise out of them...
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"Castellar calling in," spoke a tall, dark haired teenager into a communication device, "Looks like this so called Cult has made their mark on yet another one of them..."
A gruff voice responded to Benjamin from the communicator, clearly agitated at the recent news.
"Again?! How many defaced Pillars do we have now?"
"By my count, just three out of the dozens other there are. This most recent one is located in one of the more impoverished areas of the city though, just like the others. I'm guessing the Cult is just trying to pin these sectors under its thumb first before moving onto the larger places."
The man on the other side of the communicator spoke again, though this time a bit more calmer and relaxed. His voice indicated that he was prepared to end the conversation to let Benjamin continue on with his work.
"That's... unfortunate. No matter, the Department will try and focus itself onto the poorer areas then, and arrest any of the cultists that might be stirring up trouble. Continue your work and uh... try not to mention any of that supernatural baloney to any other officers you might come across, eh?"
The radio emitted a faint static sound as the Department's commander signed off, leaving Benjamin with a rather sour expression on his face. Just a few days ago he had reported some rather strange things he encountered during several duels with cultists who had challenged him, as well as in the area where cult activities had been reported. Benjamin hadn't been able to accurately describe them in more... normal terms, and the only word that really came to mind was "supernatural". The commander promptly laughed at him after that. Despite this... he knew there was something more going on with the Cult and its doings, and no amount of ridicule was going to change his mind on it.
"Baloney, huh Commander? We'll see about that..."
Benjamin turned his attention in the direction of a man that was staring at him with a foul expression. One of the sector's poor residents by the looks of it. Most of them had no fondness for the Securities and probably would have loved to catch them in a dark alley all by themselves. Typical, Benjamin though. He gave him a stern and cautionary expression, to which the glowering man quickly looked away and walked off. Benjamin smirked, and then began to head off in a different direction himself. He felt the duel disk around his left arm, tracing the Iswarm crest he had branded on the black and gray item in a crimson red color that glowed when it was active. He wondered what new things the day would bring...