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There were many things that Benni accounted for this night, and the world ending was not one of them.
As his eyes shifted between Kel and the arrow that brought the promise of a painless death, he realized that things were quickly spiraling out of control. The constant rumbling that filtered in from the streets outside told him everything he needed to know about what might be coming next. Despite this, or maybe because of it, Benni was unwilling to leave a drunk and defenseless person to their fate, even if his own life was on the line. He would need to risk the wrath of a ferocious huntress in order to do so.
“I don’t care who needs to hear this but, fu-,” Benni was interrupted by a rather upset-looking small fella, who was complaining about people wanting him in the worst kind of ways, outside,
“but I mean this girl no harm! Bloody hell, check the world around us. I ain’t leaving this person to their fate, your arrow be damned.”The sound of further destruction beginning thundered in from the outside world. This was the third set of sounds that Benni could hear, each one drawing closer and closer with each subsequent sound. If his ears were correct, this latest sound was about three roads out from the center of town and still halfway between the tavern and the outer wall. He had no idea what was causing it, but he could feel vibrations begin underneath his feet as if the whole town was coming alive. He looked around the inn and could only lament the senseless destruction that came for it tonight. The various fixtures, wooden posts, chairs, and tables were strewn across the floor haphazardly.
“Is it me or is the room spinning?” Kel asked as she looked up at Benni. Despite the alcohol dulling her senses, she was acutely aware of something being wrong. She did not know why the inn was being destroyed, nor did she understand why the nice man was shot at, but she knew something was off all the same.
Benni looked outside the door and saw various buildings spinning and falling apart in the distance. He was right, it was the middlemost ring road that was now spinning. He remembered that the outermost road had begun spinning before the force of the spin destroyed each and every building. The second road had rose into the sky, and while he did not know what happened next, he could assume it too was spinning by the constant rain of bodies and debris he saw through the open door and windows. The third one had begun to spin. There was a pattern in this. Based on his limited sample size he could deduce what would happen next. The next road in line would rise up, and then it would also begin spinning. In his mind, he visualized what that would look like and the only thing that came to it was a gyroscope of some sort.
“It’s not just the room, dear, I fear this is the whole town.”Kel snorted.
“How can alcohol make the whole town spin?”“It,” Benni paused with an exhale. He held his voice for a second, as the corus of exploding bodies, concrete, crushed frames, and filtered into the room. He raised an eyebrow when Kel did not seem to notice, or care, for the sounds. He shifted his eyes towards Rosa, who was behind the bar, gripping tightly to it, who had heard this conversation and simply rolled her eyes in response. Benni returned his gaze to Kel.
“If we make it to morning, you are bound to be extremely confused by what the town looks like I tell you what.”
The town still felt the burden brought by the chaotic activation of the tower. Buildings far away from the rotating discs began to groan as the relentless rumble of the ground threatened their foundation as if the earth quaked under their feet. People still stumbled, and tumbled, and found injuries all across their bodies from the falling debris. Yet, despite this, there was an order forming within the chaos. A small band of would be adventures had risked their own lives and safety to ensure that those who were struggling found refuge near the Waystone Inn. A dozen injured citizens were huddled together around the outside of the inn in various stages of disrepair, and some in need of urgent medical assistance. A rather rude gnome pushed through the crowd with nary a scratch on his body, yet he complained bitterly about assholes coming for his asshole.
Despite this, the town was far removed from safety. The outer ring roads still rotated both horizontally and vertically, sending the remnants of the buildings that once adorned it out into the world. People still attempted to retreat away from the death and destruction coming their way, finding themselves in the crosshairs of the destruction all around. And if one had a keen eye, they would see that the tower had more in store for them. Underneath the rotating caps of the tower lines began to appear, revealing the presence of three more rotating caps that had yet to spin. One could quickly put the pattern together and know that each one correlated to a ring road, with the bottom one representing the one they now stood on. The Waystone Inn would soon face the same level of death and destruction its patrons worked to save others from.
As if on command, the next capstone began to spin. It spun up quickly, taking the dull drum of the two former capstones and bringing it to a high-speed groan as it quickly matched the speed of the former two. The air was filled with the sound of the three sections spinning in unison, which sounded more like a raging typhoon than stone spinning. The air warped and whipped as this tower began to affect the environment of the area surrounding it. Conversations would find that their words would become buried under the loud sounds created by the tower. As well, as soon as the stone began to turn, the next ring road began to rotate like the first. The buildings buckled, groaned, and collapsed under the sheer speed of the rotation. Dust, debris, and bodies were once again thrown into the air and into the surrounding areas. The group would have little time to react to this development as the next capstone on the tower began to rotate, both increasing the noise the tower created and bringing about the next phase of destruction. The road directly before the middle district buckled, cracked, and gave way as another glorious metal plate began to rise into the sky. This one came from a different angle as the first, and when it reached its zenith, it was almost perpendicular in angle when compared to the first. Once again, building, rubble, and people fell from the sky as the metal plate began to rotate at speed.
Near a dying man.....
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"UNDERTAKER! THIS FELLA'S LEGS ARE CATAWAMPTIOUSLY CHAWED UP! I NEED YER HOCUS POCUS SHIT!"The call for help shot Edwina’s eyes open. They looked down, to the side, and ultimately back to the source of the voice, realizing it belonged to a rather rough and rowdy feline friend. Her eyes drifted downwards, and they looked at the woman at her feet. Her head had taken a direct hit from the falling debris, and by all logic, her cycle should have ended right then and there; however, the woman still clung to life with a fervent desire to see another day. Thus, her cycle still turned, and thus, Edwina did what they could with their magic to save her. Edwina checked the wound and nodded. The magic would hold, at least for now, but she was not safe yet. Stabilized was a word that was taught early on in their healing classes. When one deals with a mass casualty event like this, it becomes paramount to maintain one's magic to save as many people as you could. If one were to burn through their reserve too quickly, many could die, whereas if one did just enough to fight off death for a couple of hours and kept up that pace, one could often save almost everyone who could be saved.
The sudden
woosh of a large object moving through the air at a rapid pace caught Ed’s attention, pulling their eyes up. A moment later, they watched as their construct used their body to destroy a falling piece of a house above the two, sending smaller debris and dust tumbling down instead of the whole piece. Edwina still used their body to cover the woman’s head to protect her from the falling pieces. It impacted their back at once, pelting them with hundreds of small rocks and other debris, and some stung more than others, yet it did not pose a risk of death for them in this moment. After the impacts stopped, they looked back for their construct, which was doing everything it could to protect the people from the raining death from above. Yet it wasn’t enough. Everyone was working together to rescue each other from their prisons of debris, healing the injuries that needed healing, and coordinating the whole process even as the world imploded around them, and yet it was not enough. Some people were still dying, some people were still falling, and if nothing else changed, the death and destruction around them would soon come for them. Yet in this moment, the cycle continued for Edwina, and those who lived. They would do what they could, in every moment, until they eventually came face to face with their goddess in the end.
Edwina rose to their feet as they shouted to no one in particular, but everyone at once.
“Keep it up. Keep protecting each other, the gods haven’t abandoned us, and neither will I,” they paused as they began to make their way to the injured individual that the feline force called out. Their steps were uneven, and they stumbled as the ground seemed to begin to move underneath their feet. Their eyes quickly darted to the final capstone, and it remained still, so there was a small blessing to be found there. Yet they could not help but feel like there was a motion to the ground beneath them, as if something was pressing up against it, which caused it to move under their feet. Edwina knew that everything they did from here was futile, yet they also knew they had a duty to perform, and they pushed through the thoughts of the end. They dropped down and slid next to the wounded person, catching a few stray shards of glass as they did on their leg, and placed their hand over the top of the wounded leg. They looked up to Lucky and smirked.
“Do you have any final words you wish to utter before the cycle comes to an end, friend,” they paused as their channeled their magic,
“The anointment of The Many Faced Goddess is upon you. Today is not your day to die. Into oblivion you shall not pass, for I am the shield of the tomb, the gatekeeper between realms. Arise,” as they finished a bright, vivid green light exploded into the wounded section of the leg. Sinew began to reattach, the bone shifted and realigned, and the sources of bleeding found themselves closed. A moment later, almost as fast as it started, the light faded. The leg was still wounded and would require further care, but the life-threatening nature was no longer present.
A dreaded sound forced their head to rise upward. It was the sound a large object made as it ripped free from the shackles that bound it to a spot and began to fall downward. As if everything that made it up groaned in protest by the sudden acceleration it faced, but also as if it screamed about being liberated from its anchor. Edwina could see it was a large house, falling fast towards themself, Lucky, and the poor individual they had just healed. Their construct would be of no use in this. The cycle was ending, and it was time to embrace it.
“Forgive me, goddess,” they muttered as they closed their eyes and spread their arms out wide,
“and welcome me home.”A moment later, the sound of the building impacting something filled their ears. The explosive sound of the building being sent outward, and the groans of the floors giving way to the impact. Yet despite the sound, Edwina did not feel anything. No pain, no fear, and no unreal sense of calm death was suggested to bring. Instead, Edwina was just confused. The smell of sulfur drifted into their nostril and their eyes opened. Above them, the building was held back by a yellow-looking shield that seemed to protect everything beneath it. It covered a small radius, maybe five meters wide, and resembled half a globe by the way it covered the ground beneath the zenith. They looked at Lucky with a raised eyebrow. The smell of Sulfur came into their nostril again, this time from behind them. Edwina turned around and saw Liliana Scratch, the elusive owner of the Inn, behind her. In her hand, there was a ball of yellow magic that they were pouring her energy into. Electricity crackled from the tips of their fingers into the ball of magic, and Edwina noticed that Liliana grimaced with each arc. After a wordless three seconds passed, they pressed the ball of energy into the ground beneath their feet, and the surge of magical energy flowed into the globe of invulnrability which caused it to grow massive in size. The edges of the globe shot outward, passing harmlessly past the group of people, yet stopped all the falling debris in its tracks. Eventually, the globe covered the entirety of the inner ring, and the road around the Inn was truly safe for now. The debris that fell from above was stopped at the barrier, and the bodies of the dead and those still alive still fell from above, ready to be saved.
“Hey you,” Edwina spoke as they turned their head back to Lucky,
“my offer still stands. If there is anything you want to get off your chest before our mutual demise, I am all ears.”
