Novelight
Reverence In Stars
Astral Synthetica - Volume I
Chapter 01: Invidious Snow - Dawn Fortress, Himalayas - Tristan
The ineluctable onslaught of the cruel beasts allowed not even a second of peace to exist within the terrain of man, exercising their might throughout the lands without limitations, bathing themselves in the blood of their victims with nothing but terror occupying their minds. From the distance, mere observation of their vicious nature was enough to instill a level of despair that could only be described as a primal fear. The bravest of men spoke of them as a product of a nightmare, their exteriors an amalgamation of several different species of reptiles alike, with every monstrosity physically unique. The only consistent thing was their scent. Covered in the blood of their meals, the iron stench was often a sign of their activity nearby, and such was how this particular battle began - with a single soldier sensing his doom as the trace of blood clogged his senses.Following the death of the crew situated on the scout tower, the emergency siren ensued and echoed the end for the thousands that had temporarily made home in the deep mountains of the Himalayas. As the last bastion of humanity existed within its armed borders, the booming sound of the emergency bell ringing allowed its listeners to understand that their previous survival was all for naught and that the invaders had won in their game of cat and mouse. Fueled with malice and the desire to sate their never-ending hunger, the Euclidian beasts marched without proper formation into the base, breaking into the gates utilizing their indestructible horns and claws powered by unspeakable strength, ripping through their prey’s defense as they murdered without discrimination.
The snow that had covered the mountains mocked the helplessness of the anxious by highlighting the blood of those that had fallen. The soft but cold breeze of the wind froze the lifeless bodies in an instant as those who witnessed the fall of others escaped deeper into the Himalayas. Expecting a miracle to occur, the further they ran, the harsh reality became more obvious, and their exhaustion would only help them accept their fate. Such was the case for a soldier who remained armed until the extreme end, impaling his mechanical spear into every beast that challenged his might, even if destiny was determined to put an end to his valor. But even he, who stood against the test of time countless times, remained unstoppable. Perhaps it was because of his undying will to survive, or the nature of his heritage. But one thing was for certain: death could not chauffeur the man into the afterlife, and their scythe could not slice through his tenacious heart.
Tristan ran until his stamina could no longer support him, with both hands firmly grabbing onto the spear that had lost its edge long ago. Soaked with the violet blood of the beasts he had slain, accompanying him were countless women and children that he had sworn to protect, as the last standing soldier of this fortress. After witnessing the death of his comrades he had subjugated himself into further anguish by trusting himself with the lives of those who could not defend themselves. And slowly, the deaths began to pile and his group became smaller in number. The beasts’ hunt had bested their agility and now the game was nearing its end. It was a matter of time until Tristan would realize that he had forsaken another promise. The death of his comrade’s family had left a wound within his heart as he watched the Euclidian beasts chew through the flesh of his family. Tired of it all, he dared himself to lunge forward and finish the beast with the spear that was on its last durability, and penetrated the edge deep into the monster’s stomach, piercing it clean as the steel blade struck into the air, leaving the beast to bleed to its death.
Silence ensued for the next minute, the gruesome scenery churning his stomach as he could no longer handle the reality around him. The sight of the disfigured bodies left him vomiting his previous meal into the pure snow that he hated so much. The bland color and its seemingly mocking nature had made him cringe at the sight of it. However, no matter how difficult it was to look away from the ground and hold his head high, the brutal surroundings were far worse, and to stomach the gore was simply asking too much.
His despair could no longer be masked. And so he slowly walked mindlessly, one hand putting pressure over his waist to minimize the loss of blood, hoping for a miracle to occur as he moved onward, into the deep terrain of humanity’s final resting place.
The dreadful sounds of wailing and gunfire ended soon after, leaving the beasts to hunt in silence, as they marked their prey from a distance.