War of the Portal - Part 4
23 - “Pectus Intestinus Universum”
Note: This story is now over 50,000 words.
The group stepped towards the large throne of carved gold as their footsteps echoed in the vast emptiness around them. They looked in awe and fear, waiting for a submission to burst out of the ground and destroy them. They were in the most sacred place of this world and there was nothing to stop them. The chair stood well above all their heads that also contained a crystalline structure gilded into the edges and various other gems of worthy notice glowing with satisfaction. The heart was before them and they were powerless to be stopped from what surroundings appeared to lie dormant around them. Now was their chance.
“The heart doesn’t look that fancy,” muttered RedCircle, “I mean, it’s not bright or anything. Just a red lump of rock.”
“It’s probably designed to look like that.” said Gfoxcook as he raised his arms. Muttering Ancient with his voice, he opened his eyes, his hands seemingly connected to the huge throne, raising it from the ground it froze from. To the group’s delight and horror, the guard moved the throne aside, revealing an inner layer of fresh pink crimson stone that shone like sun blessed water. Gfoxcook growled with strength as he cast the throne aside, causing the whole room to boom in heavy noise. “The heart has just been covered by a thick layer of dust over the years. That’s all.”
“It’s so beautiful!” said a stunned Carmel. He went towards the twelve foot rock opening, ready to place his hand on the pristine stone. Gfoxcook stepped forward and grabbed his hand.
“We don’t know what defence system or traps it might hold,” said the guard. “I am the most capable in using the Power; I will take care of this.”
The guard stepped before the bright stone wall and rolled up the green sleeve on his right arm, muttering deep Ancient words again. The group noticed a connection form between the stone on his neck and the wall of stone, both glowing and seeming to move closer. His right arm coiled backwards a strange power filled it.
“I don’t think you should be doing that,” muttered a voice behind the group, causing them to instantly turn with weapons firmly held in their hands. “I am Piconjo and I have a story to tell you all.”
“Your name doesn’t ring any bells,” muttered XwaynecoltX. “But whoever you are, we will stop you!”
“It doesn’t work like that,” laughed the black humanoid. “You see, a month or so back, my idea of ‘Omega’ was near completion. It was until you – all of you attempted to stop me. It was ironic that one of your ‘so called friends’, Jonthomson managed to reach the actual Geminus Lord – Knox, who bluffed and killed the man so he was to made to believe his task would be harder. I, Piconjo served my Geminus Lord well and when I knew help had come, so I fled the scene and made it back here to warn my King. I am the second strongest submission in this world and I will assure you – Omega will take place. When our King has reigned, I will take the position as the next Geminus Lord and I will be more than glad to watch you all burn and suffer before my hands.”
He stared at the group, who appeared to be yawning and speaking to each other quietly, ignoring the story that the submission had just told them.
“Foolish mortals!” The group slowly turned their eyes back to him, “I will start with your deaths first!”
He raised his right arm to his chest as he collected energy from the Heart. Growling, he pulled it together, raising his palm at the group. A beam of solar light blasted from his hand to be greeted by ramagi’s fire and Yoink’s ice counter beams. Beads of sweat rolled down their faces as Piconjo laughed, raising his left hand with a bolt of electricity. Now that they were busy, he would burn their bodies in currents of energy. Releasing the Power of electricity, he fired it forwards, ready for impact. Instead, it was blocked and Piconjo gasped, staring at another man wielding as much lightning as he did. Piconjo stared at this man and felt his will stronger than the others.
“Name’s Lightning,” grinned the man, “remember it!”
Lightning raised forth his left hand and threw a second bolt, causing Piconjo to roar in rage, having to teleport away from the deadly attacks.
Piconjo stepped forward as he gasped for air, to see that a man whose fist charged with electricity had met his stomach – the incredible Lightning had sped forth with bolts clasped in his hand, winding the shocked Piconjo to the ground. It seemed the group had grown far stronger than anyone had imagined.
