II
For all the promises of cures, the support, the hope that they had given the people it was quickly discovered thatthe potion had been tampered with to draw out the Archlights, to turn them to spectres, even if briefly. It was enough. Soon there were reports of innocent people becoming monsters, those monsters attacking others, in the very capital itself.
Those who had taken the potion now felt the reverse effects, it quickly drained them, for those remaining still human they managed to simply return to their way of life, still sick, still diseased and their hope crushed. However, those who possessed an Archlight felt the impulse of the Spectre, the need to kill, to feed, to destroy. For those that have a strong will may be able to fight against their nature but not for long. Fortunately for some the effects will wear off soon enough, though why now after a few days for it to happen, it can't be told.
The Emperor did not show himself. There were no sounds of rejoicing. There were no echoes of praise. Only chaos.
Bodies littered the slums, the sound of screams could be heard, the sounds of children crying for their mothers and the scent of death, fire and decay carries on the wind. The white city was bathed in blood and by the Emperor's own doing.
"The Emperor, the vassal of the Goddess shares a great sadness, that someone would have poisoned this gift he bestowed upon the people. He will find those who are responsible and they will be punished! The abominations that dwell within this city have wrought this chaos upon us! We shall not back down! Take the city back for the Goddess!"
The balance has been swayed.
The Emperor locked away in his white citadel weeps with the Goddess praying for redemption for the abominations. The Archlights. The Spectres. The ones who taint the earth with their very existence. Holy knights are being sent out to quell the people, to force 'the Repentance' upon you, Goddess help you all.
Those who had taken the potion now felt the reverse effects, it quickly drained them, for those remaining still human they managed to simply return to their way of life, still sick, still diseased and their hope crushed. However, those who possessed an Archlight felt the impulse of the Spectre, the need to kill, to feed, to destroy. For those that have a strong will may be able to fight against their nature but not for long. Fortunately for some the effects will wear off soon enough, though why now after a few days for it to happen, it can't be told.
The Emperor did not show himself. There were no sounds of rejoicing. There were no echoes of praise. Only chaos.
Bodies littered the slums, the sound of screams could be heard, the sounds of children crying for their mothers and the scent of death, fire and decay carries on the wind. The white city was bathed in blood and by the Emperor's own doing.
"The Emperor, the vassal of the Goddess shares a great sadness, that someone would have poisoned this gift he bestowed upon the people. He will find those who are responsible and they will be punished! The abominations that dwell within this city have wrought this chaos upon us! We shall not back down! Take the city back for the Goddess!"
The balance has been swayed.
The Emperor locked away in his white citadel weeps with the Goddess praying for redemption for the abominations. The Archlights. The Spectres. The ones who taint the earth with their very existence. Holy knights are being sent out to quell the people, to force 'the Repentance' upon you, Goddess help you all.