Requiem Of A Failed Hero



"Brothers, you have finally arrived," proclaimed Alachra, his voice commanding attention and respect.

"Pray tell, what cosmic events have stirred us from our slumber, and what enigmatic tale unfolds before our timeless eyes?" inquired Aurumon, the light archon, his melodic voice betraying a genuine curiosity.

The light archon's body was encased in a seamless, glistening, and golden metallic skin that seems to emit a radiant, ethereal glow, like the brilliance of the sun at dawn. Its eyes, resembling two orbs, shimmered with a captivating blend of iridescent colors that reflected everything around them.

"Aurumon, there seems dissonance among us, a shadow cast upon the radiant tapestry of our unity," spoke the throne archon with solemn grace, his voice carrying a sense of foreboding.

"Nay, such a notion is unfathomable! The celestial harmonies have always resonated in unison, binding us in eternal solidarity," protested Aegisius, the shield archon, his voice resolute in defense of their unbreakable bond.

Standing tall, Aegisius boasted a formidable yet regal form, draped in shimmering armor forged from celestial stardust, each piece intricately interlocking like the pieces of a cosmic puzzle.

"Brothers, let tranquility embrace thy spirits. Alachra speaks with purpose, and we shall heed his words with wisdom. The betrayer's shadows shroud the realm, and our gaze turns towards the sword archon and the hound archon who are not without us," the justice archon declared, a resplendent armor shimmering with a harmonious blend of gold, silver, and hues reflecting the purity of his essence was his body.

"Indeed, dear sibling, Siphis has oft cast doubts upon our harmonies. Yet, Phalan's loyalty has been steadfast, a beacon of hope in this quandary," The light archon said.

"Does this not mean the state of the crystal remains in perilous balance, an emblem of cosmic power that echoes through the dimensions?" interjected the spear archon.

"I have sent a human to retrieve it," Alachra stated.

"A human? Brother, thy choice perplexes the very essence of our heritage. Mortals are frail creatures, susceptible to the winds of fate," the shield archon's voice thundered.

"No, this human harbors the powers of Fel, the abyssal force. His power may even rival ours."

"If you have granted him thy whole trust, then we shall await this enigmatic harbinger. Yet, other disturbances stir in the distant horizons," the justice archon said, gazing upward.

"Indeed, brothers, our celestial presence has been revealed, and impending peril approaches like thunder in the tempest," the light archon added, his eyes also lifting to the distant horizons, the others following suit.

Something was coming for them, and they could sense it.

"We shall embrace this storm with unyielding unity, for our bond transcends the boundaries of time and space. Prepare, brothers, for the dance of fate is upon us. Today, we shall fight to protect our brotherhood, our legacy."

Thwopp

Suddenly, a collective shiver coursed through all of them, a shared sensation that reinforced the profound connection they held with each other. The moment the two archons fell in battle, their essence resonated through the bond, informing the others of their passing, though the exact details remained elusive.

Nonetheless, the evidence pointing to the hound archon and the sword archon locked in a fatal conflict was undeniable

"Verily, the celestial threads of trust have been woven asunder," quivered the shield archon, his voice carrying the weight of sorrow. He and the hound archon, both celestial kin of shorter stature, shared a unique and profound bond.

"Alachra's foresight proves true, for avarice's grasp may have consumed the hearts of the sword and hound archons," spoke the spear archon, determination and regret blending in his resonating voice.

"The weight of this bears heavily upon my soul," sighed the justice archon, his wisdom tormented by self-doubt, lamenting their inability to foresee the seeds of betrayal.

"Brothers, we have more to deal with," the light archon stated solemnly, gently touching the justice archon's shoulder and then looking up toward the distant horizons.

"Hmm..."

...

"What is going on there right now?" Absalom asked, his voice tinged with concern.

The heroes remained fixated on the colossal archons as they conversed in a foreign tone. While they could understand the words, the context of their discussion remained incomprehensible, sounding like mere gibberish and jargon to the humans looking up to them.

"Hell, if I know. How do you expect me to know?" Balam responded arrogantly, his frustration evident as he, too, struggled to grasp any meaning. He appeared as perplexed as the humans, but his awareness of the impending danger held by the approaching celestial beings set him apart.

At least Balam understood the danger, and he knew it was drawing nearer.

"Hey, kid."

"Yes, Lord Balam."

"Let us look for a safe place to hide."

"What do you mean?" Absalom asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"The angels are coming. Do you want to get caught up in their skirmishes? You will die! And the rest of you too. I know human nature, and how reckless it can be. These beings that are coming are the worst kind of existence you can ever imagine. They will murder you without giving it a second thought, so protect yourself if you want to live longer."

Absalom observed Balam's back as he addressed the heroes with irritation in his tone. It was clear that he hated what he was doing yet he was still doing it.

"...And don't think I give a damn about your safety. I am doing this for the one person I care about. Don't expect me to come to your rescue when you get caught up in this."

Absalom couldn't help but smile at Balam's last remark. He just had to add that final touch of gruffness.

Balam noticed Absalom's smile and frowned, questioning him. "Do you enjoy suffering? Why are you smiling?"

"Nothing, my lord," Absalom quickly straightened his face, not wanting to provoke Balam further. The situation was already tense, and he didn't want to add fuel to the fire.

"Fine, let us go—

WHAM!!

WHOOSH!!

...

As they approached the outskirts of Therut galaxy, their velocity created ripples in the fabric of space-time. Stars and galaxies streaked by in dazzling streaks of light, a breathtaking display of celestial grandeur. With each passing moment, they hurtled closer to Therut, their arrival imminent and unstoppable.

Back on Earth, astronomers and scientists around the globe observed an extraordinary event, as a distant star-like glow rapidly intensified into a brilliant cascade of light.

The news spread like wildfire, and people everywhere turned their eyes to the night sky in awe and amazement.

Within seconds, the radiant speck had grown into an awe-inspiring celestial display, outshining even the brightest stars. A breathtaking aurora of cosmic luminescence heralded the imminent passing of three beings with wings so bright and so large.

As the angels' speed-of-light journey continued, the atmosphere around them sparked with ionization, creating a surreal display of ethereal colors that painted their surroundings.

The air crackled with energy, and the ground below every plane they passed trembled with anticipation, foretelling the impending impact of their might.

In a breathtaking flash, the angels burst through Therut's atmosphere, decelerating at a pace that defied comprehension.

The land below them experienced a moment of disorientation as their approach seemed both instantaneous and prolonged, as if time itself had momentarily slowed.

Then, with a thunderous roar that echoed across the globe, they made contact with the ground. The impact was cataclysmic, and the ground beneath them disintegrated in a brilliant eruption of energy. Craters, like the aftermath of cosmic collisions, formed in their wake, stretching for miles in all directions.