The Saint
The wind bellowed on this night. The clouds hanged low, and the light of the city shined bright. The nexus was a city that never truly rested. There was also something, happening, somewhere. There were always active people, moving people, working people, living people. Even though there are those that use the night to pray, many people refused to live in fear.
Perhaps that was part of its beauty. It was a standing testament to the human will, the human will to create something even if they were taken away, even if they were stolen from what they knew, even if they struggled.
But in that sense it was also cruel; in that sense it was also unforgivable. But even the Nexus could be judged; even the Nexus could be overcome.
For the Truth surpasses all.
For the Truth judges all.
For all belongs to the Truth.
And all around the city, in four separate points, brilliant pillars of light broke the sky. They raised high, each pillar taking the form of an elegant spiral before it straightened into a solid beam. The light pierced the clouds, and the clouds were pushed away, making the sky clear.
The pillars reached the heavens and their light made the sky bright. Not the black of night, not the blue of day, not the colors of the setting or rising sun.
No, a blanket of pure white spread though the sky, a perfectly pure white, and a white in which all is harmonious, all is equal, and all is true.
Then the pillars began to narrow, becoming brilliant rays, while giant spheres of light formed in the sky high above their origin point, the ray passing though the center.
Like four suns they sat in the sky, brilliant and incandescent.
Bright and almighty.
Perfect.
And then the light from those suns’ shot to a point between all of them, the direct center of the area they formed. And there the white began to collect, forming another sphere. The light blead into the sky, dying it completely white, and the temperature throughout the city rose and the snow and slush slowly began to melt, and suddenly soft flakes of white began to fall, like a soft winter snow.
And bellow that apex spear a man stood. His eyes closed and arms spread as he held his arms out, almost as if accepting something.
And the light around him danced to the sphere. Like an infinite amount of souls making their way to heaven.
This was his duty.
This was the first step.
Viper Den
Elsewhere a woman remained a room, her hand tightly grasping her spear, as she listened, and she waited. Her brown hair was no longer long, cut short after her failure earlier that day. She checked over her gear, making sure everything was prepared. And her spear shimmered, almost as if wet.
She was the snake and all who entered her lair would be her pray.
And somewhere within the labyrinth, the pendent glowed brilliantly, its light permeating the ground and any crack, and found its way to the heavens.
The “Nexus Reconstruction” Corporate Building
It was a wonderful courtyard, beautiful shrubbery, a couple of trees on the outside near the edge. The tall buildings flanked it on all sides, except for the one side guarded by a large metal fence. But it was empty. Quiet and empty without a soul in sight.
Meanwhile the pendant floated above a fountain, and the light from it kept pouring into the spire of light which it was within the center of.
And a pair of hidden blue eyes watched with interest.
Matou Construction Site
A man stood near a spire of light and around him were piles of stone, dirt and machines. He reached up and pulled the helmet hanging from his back over his head, allowing the metal to clasp shut.
And then the metal seemed to shift as if a series of scales, moving closer to his body and forming a more perfect fit. And from his back he drew his massive battle axe, a loud crunch as it was put to rest on the ground, and he stood stalwart.
And the light from the pendent continued.
Rogers’ Theater
An older man sat, his legs dangling off the edge of the stage he sat upon. On his back was a shield, and on his belt a sheathed sword. In one of his hands he held a spear, and in the other he held a small blue gem, with a cord tied around it, that shimmered as if it was filled with stars.
He simply sat there staring into the gem. And there he waited, and allowed the hovering pendent behind him to continue to shine.
The white sun has risen. And a new day comes. The brilliant snow like light fell upon the city; it fell upon houses, upon apartment, upon offices, upon the concreate that made the streets.
It reached far, from the police stations, to various homes from the most beautiful old houses to the modern apartment. It fell upon streets, it fell upon people.
Some of those ‘people’ began to wince, feeling pain. Some of them simply looked on in wonder. Far and wide this is what occurred. But yet it could still not reach the entirety of the Nexus.
The White Sun Consecration begins.
Now, who will welcome it, and who will challenge it?
That is the only question left to ask.
