Meanwhile upstairs, Braxx was startled to find two people he had never
met in his room. He asked Eryn if he and the girl were the specialists he had
asked for, and if not, who were they. As Eryn tried to explain their situation
again to Braxx, he noticed that Raneaux was also a Guldspar and asked her if
she could sense a specific book from the shelf next to her. She nodded a little
confused, and pointed to the red leather bound book on the table. She also highlighted
the metallic marble next to it and Braxx seemed to nod knowingly. With a much
more honest explanation from Eryn, Braxx brought up the subject of Melvile due
to the method of transport he had arrived by. He told them he had something
that might aid them. As a younger man, he knew Melvile from his Aeon Priest
days, and his early research into the Flower Network. At the time, he was
working on a machine that could interface with the plants themselves, allowing
the transmission of words. Braxx nodded over to a small wooden box, made from
the same wood as the transporting device with the crystal display.
Inside was another wooden box creation, this time much smaller. It was
the size of a thimble goblet with barely enough room to fit a crystal screen. Throughout
his explanation Braxx constantly insulted Melvile as an insufferable young man,
with ideas above his station and a personality that made him sick. But
regardless of his own feelings, he had to congratulate Melvile on his work and
in return was given one of his early devices, which was never removed from the
box. Alongside were notes on the device. Eryn's experience with Melvile's
writings made the parchments easy to read but no less easier to understand. As
he thumbed through the vast number notes, the words themselves started to fall
to the floor. Each page was slowly emptying its contents on the wooden floorboards,
leaving the parchment blank. Eryn looked down in dismay as the chance of understanding
what the device did had slipped away. With the final couple of words, a small
metallic ball fell from the pages of the text and thudded into the words
on the floor. Within mere moments, the words turned back into ink and began to drip
through the floor leaving only a now tarnished metal sphere.
There then was sudden bang from downstairs and the shouts of startled
people. The office downstairs was now turned on his head. Not by an argument or
by violence from either party, but from the furniture itself. Tables, chairs,
bookcases and statue plinths all realigned themselves to mirror their position
on the ceiling. Papers fluttered in the air as the fell, priceless antiques
smashed to the ground as the floor turned into a dumping ground. Seemingly unfazed
by the inversion of the furniture, Danton preceded to threaten his sisters
life. Isadora quickly turned to her handmaiden and told her to secure Danton
and his associates escape from the manor. Chianna quickly ran out, hoping that
whatever she could do, would save the life of her mistress. Although she had
said she would only need five minutes, close to double that had passed. Danton
suspected that things were about to go awry for him when, following the sounds
and the vibrations of small explosion, The blurred outline of Chianna dashed
past the end of the hallway. She seemed to be pursued by two men bearing
cleavers above their heads.
Danton held Isadora a few seconds after seeing what was going on. He purposefully stopping Isadora from giving chase and rescuing her handmaiden. He told Isadora that she herself now had to escort them out. Isadora hesitated for a second and in response Danton pressed his karambit a fraction more on her skin. Without much choice, she escorted Danton Jarvan and Xera out of the room and down the corridor. At the end, they met up with Eryn and Raneaux coming out of the storage room. Raneaux was on Braxx's lap while his chair was being pushed by Eryn's flaming hand construct. Isadora nearly yelled out at the fact that the hand was about to set fire to Braxx and the furniture around him but Eryn stepped in a presented his foam canister. He told her that whatever this foam coated, was safe from his flames. She turned to Danton with a look that not only questioned Eryn's ability, but the man himself. Danton remained silent.
Raneaux soon cried out again but
this time not in hunger. A pain that she had felt when she was first injected
with Judgement by the Guldspar burned through her as fear spread through her.
She knew someone else was using her senses and the burning sensation she felt
soon turned into a violent jolt to her nervous system. From her satchel she brought out a vial with
the symbol of a path, splitting into multiple ways, overlaid by a gate. She
pleaded with Eryn to help her presenting the vial to him. He accepted, although
he didn't know how he was going to help. As she handed over the vial, Braxx too
now complained of the same feeling but the jolt had left him weaker. She
instructed Eryn to dip his fingers into the liquid and to heat the plates on
his fingertips. This evaporated the liquid and turned the resulting powder into
smoke which both Braxx and Raneaux inhaled and soon passed out.
Danton pressed the blade edge up against his
sisters back, so she would keep moving on. No sooner as they had started
moving, they had to stop. Isadora knelt down to a man slumped against a wall,
with a large cleaver in his hand. She tilted his face up by his chin to see who
it was, but his facial features had been distorted, rearranged and whoever it
was, was most definitely dead. She rapidly withdrew her gloved had in case she
caught something; and as the head fell back down, a metallic marble fell from
his open mouth and dropped to the floor. With it, came a slowly building roar
of the same sound and within seconds, multiple spheres started to roll past
them. The ones from upstairs bounced down the stairs before following a stream
of exact copies of itself, joining the ones that had left the office. They were
like insects swarming or a rampaging herd of beasts but all were heading in
one direction, underneath the door at the far end of the corridor.
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