[IC] SoA-Ep2: Under the Light of Ruin

[Sutoratosu]

Sun broke the darkness on the horizon, supple, gentle oranges and reds and pinks mingling with the rich violets and deep blues of the night before. Rubble and wreckage dotted the golden sands of the shore, the only remnants of the vessel that had carried the bodies now laying strewn about the beach. The soft roar of the waves predominated the air, their sweet melody swelling and wavering with each approach and retreat of the tide. Wingulls glided on the warm breeze overhead, their cries mixing with the aria of the waves. A few of them pecked in curiosity at the first humans they'd ever seen in their entire short lives...

"Gods..." Valeria groaned. The constant, warm lapping of sea tide against her face finally proved enough to arouse the servant's slumber. She pulled herself up into sitting position, her eyes adjusting to the flood of morning light. "Resh... where... where are we? what happened?" There was no response. She didn't even feel a single trace of the Arch Angel in her mind. "Resh? Resh? Come on... don't play this game, answer me...Damn it..."

She tried to get to her feet, only to fall immediately at the first step. Only then did she notice the long, bloodied gash spanning the diagonal length of her calf. Her teeth gritted while the throbbing sting of pain and irritant of air and salt water registered all at once. She moved it in the sand, trying to get a better look at the damage. Again, the pain registered, this time hitting like a freight train in the forefront of her mind.

"Bird christ... don't tell it's fucking broken..." She already knew well enough from the pain though. Nothing else could hurt as bad as a break... well, short of amputation, of course. Fire danced around her finger tips. She rose her hand to cheek them, only to sigh in frustration at the sight of the ruby flames. "He really is gone...of course. And that means no White Fire. I'd just be burning off my own leg right now." With a flick of the wrist the flares died, only to be replaced with a soft, salmon glow. Well... this was why she'd chosen to specialize in healing, gain some genuine prowess to call her own, afterall. As powerful as the dragon was, as reliable as he was, being fully reliant on Reshiram and his flame would prove useless encase they ever got separated... just like they obviously were now.

She concentrated. The light grew in intensity. With it bloomed the same searing rush of agony she felt back before the crash, enough to send to her back yet again. Instantly, the power died in her palm. "Withdrawal... this... is withdrawal..." the words escaped her lip in little more than a whisper. "I should've expected it... he did warn me, afterall...not like a person can be constantly exposed to that much power and energy for so long and feel no effects when it leaves..."

And then the world faded... again.

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"The strangers are all here and alive... I think. I can't find Jack or Tatsuya though... or Khan."

"Well... it's better than no one, I guess. Those three probably drifted somewhere further down the shore... we can find them later."

"Hows her leg?"

"Ehhhh...mangled. Yeah, I'll have to make my diagnosis at a solid Mangled. Probably happened when she was caught in the blast back there..."

"Soooo...what do we do then? She's kinda the only healer we got... and I've got a feeling Reshiram wouldn't have just left an injury like that untouched if he were around, especially on her of all people..."

"Heh... Ingram, go find me some Sitrus Berries. If this breeze is anything to judge by, I'd say this place's climate is hospitable enough for them..."

"Alright... I'll try not to get eaten then. Call me if Commander wakes up or she, you know, dies in your arms from infection or something..."

"Just shut up and go get the berries."

Valeria forced her eyes open as footsteps plodded further away in the sand. A familiar pair of spectacles was the first thing she recognized on the face towering over her, cracked and fragmented though their lenses were. The man looked like he wanted to crack a smile, though his mouth stayed in it's set, thin line of worry. His dark, silken hair fell in unkempt curls around his Moorish skin and chocolate brown of his eyes.

"Ah, commander, you're awake..." He said. "good, now Ingram can't joke about you being a corpse whose gonna start rotting soon..."

"Pleasant bit of imagery to wake up to..." The words barely left her mouth louder than a murmur. The man gave her a perplexed look. She felt his presence in her mind in a mere instant.

"Ah... here, it's probably easier with thoughts for you right now..."

"Thanks..."

"So... now that you can respond; that magic on the ship though, that was something, wasn't it?" He paused the train of thought, like he was expecting an answer. There was hardly enough time for one before he picked up again though. "Yeah, see, I kinda calculated the source as best I could right before well... things went to hell in a handbasket. Whatever that stuff was, it originated from pretty far away... here in fact."

Valeria's eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah, I'm not kidding. Right here, this very island... wherever the hell here is. But yeah, this is the place... just imagine the power of the heart needed for that though... I mean, I know that something like Resh or Zek could destroy entire continents in a single short rampage if they really wanted to, but... launching a strike that precise from so far away, with that much power and presence behind it on impact... I don't want to be that guy here, but... I think we might have pissed off upper management."

She groaned at the very implication of the theory. "Look, if that were the case... we'd be gone, alright? And I'm fairly certain the gods are too, you know, occupied running the natural order of the world to take the time out of their day to nail us with a shot of their wrath."

"Lord Azauqyar isn't..."

"Lord Azauqyar's main concern is keeping his brothers from getting up and killing everyone and everything with another one of their pissing contests... so I'm sure not even he's available to take pot shots, as much time as he probably spends watching their prisons. But look, this argument isn't helping us... are the others alive?"

"The ones we can find, yeah... all seven of them."

"Jack, Tatsuya... the thing?"

"No clue... we uh... we kinda got sidetracked from looking when we noticed how fucked up your limb is. I've got little Ingram fetching some supplies in the woods."

"Are any of them awake?"

The man paused, looking over at the row of unconscious travelers in the sand- dragging them over here from the shoreline hadn't been fun, he knew that much- None of them even stirred a bit as he watched. He looked back to his commander

Music: The Beach of Sins

"Noooope. Out like lights, I'm afraid. Eh, they'll probably start coming to soon... we made sure none of them were drowning on salt water or anything, so no reason why they shouldn't."

((Make your response post with your character waking up from the crash. Any bags or items you might've been carrying on your person are currently lost at the moment. You still have your chosen Partners and their capsules, however... how convenient, right?))

[Hiss13]

There was a throbbing sensation in Yuzuki's head, stabbing inwards into her brain. The sense of pain brought her mind into enough consciousness that she could be considered awake. The muscles on her face began to twitch slowly, as she winced in pain. As her eyes slowly began to open, the light of the sun began to stab into her retinae. Her mind was telling her to just shut her eyes back down as the pain continued to throb in her head. Sleeping it off would be the best course of action, right? Headaches generally went away with time, after all.

But...why did she have a headache to begin with? Moreover, what was this grainy feeling on the side of her face? The last thing she remembered was hot air and the brilliant golden light. The moment her brain hit on these thoughts, Yuzuki's awareness completely returned. She opened her eyes and slowly lifted her head and upper body up enough until she was in sitting position.

As she looked in front of her, all she could see was the sand and the sea that spread out in front of her. Upon closer inspection, she noticed a trail in the sand leading up to where she was sitting. Most likely somebody had dragged her out of the water. Someone had saved her from floating on or drowning inside the sea in front of her by dragging her ashore. That much was evident. As she looked to her sides, she noticed the other trainers who had been on the ship were lying in a row with her at the center. "It's like a row of corpses at a disaster site..." She muttered.

She then stood up while smacking sand off of her long coat and cheek, noticing the uncomfortable feeling of sand in her boots and on her clothes. She searched around her person and found Natsuki's Pokeball safely tucked away inside one of her coat pockets. Even if her bag was missing, at least she still had not been separated from Natsuki...or her glasses for that matter.

She could search for her bag later. The first thing she needed to do was get all of the sand out from underneath her clothes. She stepped back a few steps, unzipped her boots, took off one and kept her leg raised as she patted down her stockings and then tapped as much sand as she could out of the boot. Afterwards, she simply repeated with her other foot. She then took off her coat and sweater, and wiped off the sand from the white camisole she had not removed, waved off the sand that was on her skirt, and waved off whatever sand was on the clothes she had taken off before putting them back on.

As soon as she had stretched a bit to make sure she had gotten rid of almost all of the sand, she looked back to the other six. "So…what now...?"

Edited January 28, 2016 by Hiss13

[Felicity]

Nikki really liked clarity. She liked to focus on things. It was nice, it gave her a sense of purpose that nobody could criticise. So when she came to and her head was swimming in maple syrup, frustration joined disorientation. She needed to sort herself out but she couldn't straighten out the influx of sensations that were jumbled up right now.

She steelled herself and resolved to sort herself out. First, opening her eyes. It felt like someone was trying to use a spear to draw an intricate pattern on her eyeballs but she did her damndest to ignore it. Didn't work really well. She tried to sit herself up, using her arms to leverage herself into a proper position. It really didn't help her head much. Did she have a concussion?

A fear struck her. Was she hurt? Was it something fixable? People could die of car crashes, if the bigass ship they were on had crashed then chances were high that she wasn't in the mortal realm. The pessimist in her didn't accept pain as evidence otherwise. Looking around and actually seeing the other trainers gathering themselves as she was was a much better indicator she was alive.

She slowly took stock of her health. Limbs, check. Senses, check. Possessions? No bag but she still had Aethors capsule. Her confusion and fear waned as she took stock of her situation. The focus she loved to have was returning.

"Two questions. What the hell and how the hell?" She slurred to the rest of the group as an afterthought whilst she looked at her surroundings. A new place. An island near Kanto? Didn't feel like any of the Seafoam islands... So a better question was probably where.

[Chevaleresse]

Yuuki woke to the sounds of the two that had already awoken, his eyes flickering open. His re-entry to the waking world was greeted with a dull ache all over his body, prompting a groan of pain. He took a deep breath, causing the dull pain he was feeling to spike on the right side of his chest. Lovely, he thought. Hopefully it's just bruised. The scholar heaved himself upward into a sitting position, looking himself over for further injury. A quick inspection revealed a few other, less severe bruises, but nothing worth immediate concern.

He looked around at his surroundings. Seeing Nikki caused him to finally process the question she had asked. "I . . . have no idea," he answered in a faintly bewildered tone. Yuuki didn't like this; not only for the obvious reasons, but the inexplicable things that had seemingly led up to this event. "Judging by the way the ship was destroyed, a missile strike or powerful Pokemon attack seems to be the culprit, but this place doesn't match anywhere I've seen or read about."

[Darvan Korematsu]

With eyes clenched shut, the poor young man Felix heard the occasional wave calmly washing on a shore, or at least from what he could deduce from his state of delirium. It sure sounded like sea water calmly rushing toward a beach. However, his other senses helped him confirm this. First the strong taste of excessively salty water coated the inside his mouth registered, then the cold mushy feel of extremely damp sand came to his acknowledgement. He pried an eyelid open to take a better look around. Yep, more sand. Only now did he realize he was pretty much face-down in the frigid mucky sand, sticking to his clothing like powdered sugar.

He let out an audible and inhuman groan as he snapped open his other eyelid and rolled himself onto his back using his right arm in a sense of urgency. He felt a strong soreness in his left arm, and he wiggled it all around. He moaned at just above a whisper as the limb moved at his will. He found it at an odd angle, although he didn't feel anything broken or any sharper pain; a clear indication he was not gravely injured.

Felix shuffled his legs weakly - luckily no remote amount of pain in those limbs - and wrestled his recovering body to its knees. He gasped out loud as he stared at the sand caking his hands, arms, and clothing.

Now grasping his surroundings a little better, he felt around his pants and shirt pockets. He groaned as he realized his glasses were gone, and his wallet to boot. Well crap. He noticed his belt with the capsule of his loyal automation still attached to him, as well as his golden cross necklace dangling from his neck. At least some items of value were still on his person.

The poor young man stroke his wet hair away from his face and proceeded to his feet, noticing all of the young drifters from the ship either lay on the beach passed out, or gathering their composure.

"Damn are you guys okay?" Felix asked them. "I should probably check on one of the other three." He got to his feet and stumbled over to the girl in the tattered suit who lay still presumably unconscious to check on her. Damp, shivering, dirty, colder than all hell, but alive and kicking in the very least, and that was all that mattered to Felix. (This is Huku's char Johanna I am mentioning)

[Aurorix]

Before the Crash

Lloyd didn't add much to the conversation on the boat, he stood back and took all the information in. From what he understands, there's a big group made up of the remnants of smaller groups who now work towards the same goal and to defeat anyone that stand in their way. That's the very basic version but a version none the less. This power beyond mega evolution intrigued him, this could be the redemption he has been looking for. No, the was no way to redeem what he has done and there never will. For now, joining this group in a definite possibility. Thought as Lloyd noticed what was going on with the fog he returned Sliver back to her capsule so she wouldn't have to endure what was about to happen.

After

As consciousness returned to Lloyd he lay there motionless for a few moments trying to get a grip on what happened. His vision was blurry at first but slowly cleared up as he got used to the light of the sun. This happening as the people awake were conversing. Something felt off to him, well besides being on a beach shore and the wreckage of their ship in sight. Other then pain in parts of his body, sand covering him everywhere and his soaked clothes he was fine. Then it hit him, he hadn't checked up on Silver. He put her back into her ball before he blacked out and he hadn't checked to see if he still had that ball. To his relief she was still there, however all the rest of the items he had with him had disappeared. But he didn't care about that, just as long as she was safe it was all that mattered. He let out a sigh of relief which in turn had conveyed to everyone that he was awake. But rather then getting and worrying he preferred to take a few moments to calm down, catch his breath and enjoy the beach's sand and breeze.

[Hiss13]

Without a word, Yuzuki made her way to the other figure who still lay unconscious. The important thing to make sure was that all of them were awake before they proceeded any further. According to the lanky one, they were on some mysterious unrecorded island. There was no point in proceeding recklessly so whatever the next moves were needed to be planned properly.

She squatted next to the sporty looking blond-haired boy and poked at his cheek once before deciding it was better to just snap in his face and hopefully get a reaction.

[Chim]

Joey really didn’t want to wake up. He was in that all too familiar state where he balanced between waking up and snooze for a few more minutes. He always did that when he had to go to school. He refused to get out of bed, especially in the winter, and preferred snoozing under the warm blankets until his mother practically dragged his ass out of bed. The only difference was that he could hear some faint voices and everything felt sandy. Not to mention his entire body was hurting. It was probably better to rest it off.

Just as the water type trainer decided to go back to sleep, he felt something poking him in the face. He mumbled something and added a few more sounds that didn’t make any sense. Why should he wake up? Couldn’t they just leave him alone? His entire body was hurting even though he didn’t know why. So why the hell were they poking him?

He tried his best to ignore the situation and pretend he was in a deep sleeping state, an old favorite trick, when his thought trailed off. Why was he hurt in the first place? He remembered being on a ship with some interesting, yet shady, characters. He had just recalled Ishmael before his sea serpent could decide to track down the Gengar and go on a rampage. The next thing he knew he was drowning in the water while kicking and waving his arms in panic. He could see the heavy seawater gather around him and drag him down. He tasted the salt as he tried screaming for help while he panicked. At that moment he relieved a certain event from his childhood and forgot everything else. Even the fact that he had a mighty Gyarados that could easily save him. Instead he saw the water getting darker and darker as he drowned.

“AAARRGGH!” Joey yelled as he suddenly shot up from his sandy bed. His limbs waving around dangerously as he almost punched Yuzuki square in the face. His own expression was all about fear as he looked around but failed to notice what was going on due to his panic attack.

[Hiss13]

A fist nearly flew right into Yuzuki's face. Luckily, she was quick enough to react and move her head slightly. Even if the fist would have still missed her ever-so-slightly if she had not dodged, there was still a basic reflex people generally developed for when one saw a fist flying in their direction. As the boy screamed and flailed, she stood back up from her squatting position.

"Glad to see you're awake." Yuzuki spoke with…what seemed to be a subtle hint of annoyance in her voice.

[Chim]

It took Joey several minutes to calm down and realize he wasn’t dead yet. He tried to put his fears to the back of his mind but no matter how hard he tried, they kept lingering around. As a result Joey still couldn’t think straight and put the entire situation together.

“What the fuck happened? I thought I was dead! And where are we anyway?” He was asking more in general, completely oblivious to Yuzuki’s annoyance.

[Sutoratosu]

The beach of sins

"Careful what you think there, who knows, we might actually be dead." a voice called in answer to Joey's outburst. It was smooth, amiable, obviously meant as a joke to break the ice. Though anyone of them listening could've heard the subtle tint of uncertainty lurking just beneath. The owner was approaching them with a purposeful stride, his white lab coat gleaming in stark contrast against his dark skin in the morning sun, fractured spectacles on his face and hair falling in dark curls. There were visible sweat patches under his arms and around the collar of his dark shirt, most likely from physical exertion rather than the humidity. His grey slacks were soaked through from the knees on down and he was barefoot.

"We uh... we had a minor altercation between the ship and a very, very angry source of hostility... but glad to see your all awake. We checked you all over, but is anyone injured? Any pain when you breath, concussions, dizziness? Anyone taste blood when they cough?"\

THE TOWER OF AVAL

Theme: The Tower of Aval

A darkened facade is graced by a chamber of obsidian and night. Within lies a king, and his second. Gods over a feral and insufferable land, masters of the world, usurpers of thrones and breaker of divine chains older than time itself. Before them, the pool of moonlight, water shimmering with lunar radiance. Heroes and villains alike dance across it's ever shifting face.

"He has Reinforcements, Herodotus." The voice is sweet, melodious, almost seductive. But there is a bitter edge to it. It resonates throughout the darkened chamber like the honeyed kiss of death, enticing all who dare listen. But herodotus is used to it. Immune to it.

"They are of no concern to me." He says "My reign is all but assured now; no matter how much he fights or resists, he can not prevail. Not now, not anymore."

"Don't think so lightly of them... your son is among their ranks."

Herodotus pauses at that, eyes widening. But he quickly recomposes himself "...I see. so he is that desperate that he would summon his best servant away from the side of the church to this conflict? No matter. The outcome remains the same, whether the fool decides to finally join me or die."

"Stop discounting me and listen, you silly man. Your son is not the only threat among them... all their Hearts beat with great strength. I can sense it... oh."

"What is it?"

"They... they have slaughtered the angel you bound."

Herodotus again pauses, brows raised and slowly walking to the edge of the moon pool. He takes a seat before the rolling waves of the past, present, and future.

"Herod-"

"Where are they?" He demands it with unexpected vigor. The Lady of Honied Death is taken aback by the response.

"The Beach. I don't know which though..."

"Leave me."

"...as... as you wish."

A door slides against stone with heavy resistance, rumbling with metallic resonance before slamming with heavy gusto.

"So... this is your end game, Gira? You send Angel Slayers against me as your trump card, your coup de grace, your... last resort." He laughs, bitterly, dashing the moonpool with his staff. The shimmering waves are torn asunder by the blow, the once bright future they held lovingly now twisting in turmoil and carnage. Woman, Men, and children scream. Animals and Pokemon alike are brought to extinction. The world itself rots from within like a forgotten core of an apple left to compost. Arceus is dead, the Pantheon itself is all but destroyed. Herodotus smiles in wicked glee at his latest revisions.

"A bold move, Gira, I will give you that much... but a futile one nonetheless."

[Aurorix]

Lloyd got up onto his feet from the sandy ground. He started to shake his moist clothes for second trying get as much sand out as he could. After, Lloyd cracked his knuckles he then faced towards the man who just spoke up.

"Other than my clothes being wet, full of sand, loosing my items, and this pain throughout my body, I'm fine. Can't speak for anyone else though."

[Hiss13]

Yuzuki pushed the glasses up on the bridge of her nose before pressing at her head to mitigate the slowly subsiding pain from the headache hammering at her brain. As she continued to massage and suppress the pain in her head, she turned to the man in the lab coat.

"Honestly, you are the one who probably has it the worst considering it looks like you've been going through a fair amount of physical labor." Yuzuki sighed before letting her hands finally rest.

[Chevaleresse]

Yuuki slowly brought himself to his feet with a hissed intake of breath, one hand clutching at his side for a moment. "Nothing that would stop me from moving, although I believe I may have bruised a rib," Yuuki said, voice still shaky. "Do you have any idea what on earth attacked us? Or where this is, for that matter?"

He patted himself down after he spoke, face occasionally twisting slightly in pain. "Quite frankly it feels like I was tossed down a mountainside, though. . ." he commented as he searched his person thoroughly. His trusted partner Janah was still with him, but everything else seemed to be a total loss. He mourned for a moment at the loss of his notebook, a downtrodden look visible on his face.

[Sutoratosu]

"Honestly, you are the one who probably has it the worst considering it looks like you've been going through a fair amount of physical labor."

"Eh, well," He brushed it off, "when you spend most of your days tinkering with artifacts or reading charts and maps and crap behind some desk, you tend to get a bit winded dragging people out of the ocean and draining their lungs of salt water. No biggie though, might not be in the best of shape, but... I think I'll live."anyone could've seen it a lie. What little was exposed of his body behind that labcoat and semi formal attire revealed ridges of well tone muscles, even his very frame and the way he carried himself spoke more justice of the man's fitness than his tongue did. It'd be easier to sooner believe he were a walking magikarp than some mere office slouch stuck in a dead end job, staring out of the highrise window when they come to work each day and wondering to themselves, if, just if, they would finally do it today, just get it over with and break this cycle of mediocrity, this monotonous drone work for too little pay and too long of hours that steadily crushed their soul more and more each day.

"Nothing that would stop me from moving, although I believe I may have bruised a rib. Do you have any idea what on earth attacked us? Or where this is, for that matter?"

"Ah, the young lady..." He adjusted his lenses, squinting at Yuuki for just a moment. "or rather, young man here, has just asked the million dollar question! Well, to put it simply, you've been to church right? at least once in your life, probably way back when you were a little kid maybe; attendance to a house of arceus hasn't actually been mandatory in a good 150 years or so, but still... most parents have their kids baptised in his light around five or six or so, even if they aren't regular faces... anyway, the gods, they're all pretty lax, right? They got things to do, cycles of nature to control, all that jazz, far too busy to go guiding mortals towards a better world- which is what the church is for in the first place -but that raises the question... what happens when a God does stop and take notice of humans? What happens when they get pissed off, for whatever reason?"

He held up both palms and clapped without warning, the resulting shockwave of noise and force blowing across the entire beach in a fierce wind of telekinetic force as his coat billowed around him as if alive. Trees around the woodline bent and broke, sand was torn from the earth and scattered to the winds in droves, turbulence erupting skyward and striking down those few Wingulls overhead who were either to slow or too distracted to dodge the wave of certain abysmal death coming their way, as the flocks weaved and broke formation, every flying type for themselves. Even the very waves themselves were pushed back by the sheer exertion of energy, crawling away and leaving more beach bare than even low tide could've managed. It was nigh too fast to even spot, but one might've even glimpsed a bit of familiar orange light... too damn familiar for comfort. Despite the chaos only just beginning to die down all around them though, it seemed none of the seven travelers themselves were actually effected by whatever strange sorcery had been pulled.

"That, my friends, is what a Clap of Wrath looks like." He said, lowering his palms as steam curled from them, the skin redder than ruby. "What I just did, is nothing compared to a god at their strongest. Barely compares to even an angel at their weakest. I tossed this entire beach into discord, one of them could toss this entire island and the world itself with just as simple a motion as what I did... That boat, I helped build that damn thing. There was tech brimming inside that hull like you've never seen before, tech that makes military battlecruisers look like rubber life rafts after the sinking of the SS Anne a few years ago. Nothing aside from a full blown, Spectra-infused Nuclear Arm could've penetrated that armoring and torn it apart like it did." He waved a still red hand idly at the rubble and wreckage lining the shore, their scorched remains backing in the sun. Several wingulls had began to make homes within their innards, only for the nests of gathered long grasses and leaves to be torn asunder and scattered. "So... either we got fucking nuked, or somehow, somewhere, there's a mad bloke in upper management who wants us dead."

The amiable smile he wore died on that verbal sword. "regardless which it is... both theories have incredibly... nasty implications behind them. But I'm honestly hoping it's the nuke... the Brotherhood would try that type of Pre-Lumiose Convention bullshit, but a bunch of crazy people now apparently armed with the ability to destroy the world at the push of a button, we can deal with. A god who has gone off their rockers for whatever reason, on the other hand... well, Kyogre and Groudon were put into eternal sleep for a reason. Just remember that fact."

[Hiss13]

She never looked away during the so-called 'Clap of Wrath'. There was no point in doing so. After all, Yuzuki only desired to take the world around herself in.

When it was all over, Yuzuki turned her head to take in the details of what the man had explained to be a small-scale example divine judgement. She could only describe it as pure and absolute disorder. Everything around the group had dissolved into a state of continuously increasing entropy.

She turned back to look at the man's hands that were now completely red and covered in steam. She could almost compare it to a bloating pipe that was barely holding its fluid and was ready to burst.

But, that was not as pressing a matter as what the man had implied. It was either a nuclear arm or an out of control god. Though, something in Yuzuki told her to doubt the former despite the latter seeming far more absurd a possibility. "So, you're saying that you are unable to determine what the attack was or even who it came from. Meanwhile, we are all stranded on this island with no method to connect to the rest of the world."

She crossed her arms and closed an eye. "In that case, nothing else really matters except for the prioritization of survival and escape from the island. Finding all of those answers will be pointless if we have no way to use them."

[Aurorix]

Lloyd had to hold onto his cloak to prevent it from flying off with the force of that clap. It flapped dramatically with the wind, almost as if it could be ripped apart at any moment. This is definitely no ordinary man. What has he gotten himself into? First it was the boat incident, now they're stranded on an island with an angry god after them or a terrorist group, maybe both or worse. Was it wise to come to vermilion? Should he have just kept going to Mt. Silver? Clearly the world has no tolerance for man who has committed a major sin. Either way this is no time for him pondering about coming here or regrets. It's time to focus on the now.

"I agree that survival is important but we're dealing with an enemy that has immense power at their disposal. Whatever raft or hut we could build here would crumble just by them breathing on it. If anything we need to keep hidden, and try to find whatever info we can about our enemy."