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@A Lowly Wretch - Disturbance

As the mainland abruptly erupted into chaos, one domain - almost obliviously so - stood high above the senseless mayhem. Perched upon the tallest mountain on the island, Mt. Peratubo, the Radiant Palace sat peacefully untouched as the golden rays of light stretched their gleaming arms over the entire area. Its holy light would bless any who are welcomed upon the island, basking in the warm rays as they rest their weary bodies upon the land, whilst vanquishing any dark chaotic force who dare step foot. The island was ultimately peaceful; the inhabitants happy and the animals running free with little care. 

Hyperion's massive form sat upon the Shining Throne that overlook the entire western portion of the island and the ocean view beyond. Since the last crusade all those years ago, the mighty God of Light simply sat on his throne overlooking the development of his people and minding his own business. He's a fry cry from the days of when he was a fierce crusader, leading his army of divine angels on their quest to vanquish darkness from the realm and to restore peace and order to the realm. Only through the sudden realization which almost knocked his godly judgement out from his golden crown did he halt his advance; for darkness would never cease Now he simply sits, almost depressingly so, as he leaves the world to deal with it's problems. 

And it's admittedly rather~

"My lord! I bring some concerning news..."

The tranquil atmosphere was abruptly broken as an angelic servant rushed into the palace in a hastened attitude. Hyperion's glowing eyes pierced through the void of his helmet as he looked down upon his newfound guest, whilst his guards continue standing guard with blank expressions. 

"What do you bring, messenger?" the Light God asked, his voice magnified as it booms through the palace.

"My lord," the messenger responds with haste, "Our scouts have reported of a disturbance arising to the east of the main continent. It's been currently identified as some sort of black spire, escorted with twin strands that emit a powerful energy force, one unlike anything they've ever seen or felt before."

The God became intrigued by this information. He leaned forward to gain a better ear at the situation.

"Continue." he coaxed affirmatively, "Were they able to identify the power surge?"

"I can't quite say," the messenger admitted shamefully, "This power had ultimately repelled everything within a several acre radius. Everything wanted to get away from it; all the animals, the plants, gods, even the dirt from which it emerged, had been repulsed from within a certain radius. The scouts had reported to have instantly felt pure terror and, against their will, they fled the scene until they were far enough away from the feeling to cease."

Hyperion straightened his posture as he looked beyond the horizon. Indeed, this was also the first that he'd heard of such a phenomenon happening. A spire erecting suddenly to cast some sort of black magic that repelled everything nearby through sheer fear alone? Who caused such a seemingly heretical object to rise from the depths of Tabrasa? These were only a few of the questions that surged through his mind and he stood up from his throne, his majestic wings stretching wide as they basked within the hue of the radiant dawn. There's only one thing to do in such unknown situations like this.

"This disturbance is too bizarre for us to stand by." he commanded as he began walking forward with each step clanking softly of golden metal, "Call up an Astartes division and open a portal. I shall see this "spire" for myself."

Within minutes, a portal of light found itself set up several miles away from the spire's maximum radius range, as Hyperion and his men found themselves perched upon yet another cliffside. This time they had a clear cliffside view of the dark spire that ominously stood over a huge barren crater of bleak nothingness. Everything simply touching the edge of the radius looked dead, with the tree trunks bleached like snow, the leaves turning a sickly grey, the grass curving away from it, and even the berries and fruit were, for the lack of a better turn, shuddering in total fear. The reports were true. Even from this distance did the God of Light sense a form of vague hesitance for he and his men to move forward, as if their senses were trying to keep them from pressing on. 

"Stand firm." Hyperion ordered, realizing that his men could possibly feel this fearful scent as well, "I want a clear analysis of the surrounding land. Inspect the entire perimeter and get as close to that spire as you possibly can. Report back to me once you'e collected enough evidence."

With that, most of the angelic guards dispersed, with a few still guarding the God of Light, as they attempted to gather as much information about this thing as possible. What is it? Where did it come from? And what purpose does it serve? Hopefully they'd be able to uncover some information at the very least.
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