Chapter -141: A Vision of Tomorrow
It was difficult for Sarajin to sleep that night following the sneak peek at another new Tribe. Such a sleek and imposing city awaited him the next day, filled with secrets galore.
The element of 'Electricity' seemed to be very different from all the others, allowing metal to fly around using an attachment resembling windmill blades.
But why were they stealing the metal from Oreore? That's the question that'd be on the tip of Sarajin's tongue when he and Justek would get to Pulsa Minoria.
When dawn broke and Moses squawked at his window, Sarajin sprang up, carried by his uplifting excitement to tackle this next adventure.
He rushed through his morning breakfast and bid his parents farewell, suffering no interruptions, not even from his dad.
Perhaps he was finally giving up on keeping him here. He didn't seem to care one way or another and honestly, it didn't matter to Sarajin if he still did. He was ready to go back down to the surface and explore a new location.
He flew down to the entrance of Oreore as that's where Justek said to meet up. And hopefully he'd be on time for this go-around.
Upon landing he looked around and didn't catch any sign of his friend hanging around. He tried to shout out his name but the sounds of the Argent Heavers overpowered his voice.
So he just stuck around at the corner of the right side of the ravine so he'd be in plain sight. It took a few minutes of waiting around for him to catch a peek at Justek approaching the entrance.
He then wandered out, speeding between the thunderous footsteps of the earth titans with his heart racing, and approached his weary friend.
"You're here surprisingly early." Justek remarked with the faintest smile, an effort that seemed to tire him more.
Sarajin cracked a big grin and bobbed his head, "Yep! I was really looking forward to this!"
He then briefly cocked his head and asked, "Did you get enough sleep?"
Justek nudged his glasses up and scoffed, "I merely lost track of time refreshing my memory on this Tribe. But now I can say with confidence that I'm ready to go. Are you?"
"You bet, Justek! We're going to find out just what's up with that big metal city!" Sarajin then swung his hand out to his left and snapped his fingers, "Let's get going!"
The walk to Pulsa Minoria took them south of Oreore. They veered east to keep away from that blood pool, but even a few miles away the haunting atmosphere of it lingered in the air.
They focused on the metal boxed city rising up over the horizon. Oddly enough, it felt like it had moved since yesterday, albeit not very far.
Sarajin had to stop and take in the full city from the outside once more, "Pulsa Minoria..."
He was captured by an indescribable feeling of curiosity that no other Tribe could get out of him so far. Even this early in the morning the city glowed with these violet lights that seemed to be moving along predetermined lines throughout the walls, carrying the same feel as the "electricity" that surrounded the spiky coils on top.
With a big smile Sarajin picked up his pace a little and Justek made minimal effort to keep up with him. Though the city was so big from here, it took them quite a few minutes to arrive anywhere near the walls.
And then Sarajin slowly had to crane his head back, his mouth agape in awe as the city's true size began to reveal itself.
Standing taller than the tower of Twinbeak, the city known as Pulsa Minoria looked like it could touch the sun at its highest point at the back.
But save for the fancy lights the wall looked as barren as the sky right now. No entrance, no people around it, nothing.
"That's weird, how do we get in?" Sarajin wondered aloud, taking a reckless move closer once Justek had caught up to him.
"Why not try treating this like a door and knock on it?" Justek suggested in a mildly kidding tone.
Yet Sarajin went right for it, causing Justek to flinch and then go after him. However, Sarajin only got a few feet closer before the two were startled by an unexpected voice in the air.
"Trespassers! You're approaching Pulsa Minoria! Back away or you will be repelled."
The voice was coming out of the city itself, somehow, and was very echo-y and sounded a little crackly too.
Sarajin swung his head around all over the place but couldn't see anything different about the wall. So in his excitement he got a big ol' grin and hastily proclaimed, "W-Wow did you hear that Justek? Someone's talking to us!"
"Y-Yes, I know..." He replied, acting a little frazzled.
"We will not repeat ourselves. You have ten seconds to comply before our Zap Barrels leave you unconscious for the next four hours."
And right after that warning the sound of moaning metal reverberated from the top of the wall, as two large rounded metal cylinders positioned themselves directly over the two's head.
The front of them had multiple circles with a thin, metallic string spiraling towards the center, which pulsed with a blue light similar to what was on the walls.
Sarajin's eyes bulged out of a combination of delight and panic, "C-Cool!"
Justek quickly shoved himself behind Sarajin and bent down to conceal his presence, all the while whispering, "I don't think those are meant to be celebrated, Sarajin."
"Ten, nine..."
"W-Wait!" Sarajin swung his hands around, "We didn't come here to cause any trouble! We just want to see what it's like in Pulsa Minoria!"
"A likely excuse. Who sent you to investigate us? The dirt mouths? The frost lancers?"
Sarajin's eyes widened some more if such a thing was physically possible and he glanced back at Justek to gasp, "He heard me!"
"Now's not the time, focus!" Justek proclaimed in haste.
Sarajin then gawked and turned back to the wall, shaking his hands around as he hastily explained, "W-We're not with anyone! We just want to learn about the Electricity Tribe!"
"Uh-huh. Three, two-"
"What ARE you doing you neuron-deprived trigger happy fool?!" A second voice rang out in the background of the first, seeming to be coming from a man with an eccentric vocabulary.
"Hey, wait, you can't-"
The glowing barrels seemed to jerk around as a scuffle was going down from the source of the mysterious voices.
"Nonsense! Our creed is not so easily discarded in the face of the eager! Now, I'm going to just shut off these annoying contraptions aaaand..."
"Awww, shoot, boooosss!"
The barrels went silent and returned to the top of the walls. Then what sounded like a shove happened as the second voice took control of whatever strange magic let this happen.
"Oh so sorry for that rudeness. If you're here to learn all the wonders of Electricity then by all means, come to our gate at the west side. Just uhh, don't try to enter until I've killed the current, or you will die."
Despite the horrible way he worded that last sentence he seemed like a friendly guy, which was a good omen of things to come for Sarajin.
After the two got a little eased up they followed the mysterious voice's directions and rounded the corner. There they got a glimpse of something a little more unique.
The city's gate was an arch made out of rectanglesand had a bunch of thick, sleek looking strings attached between the gate's sides and the outer wall. They weren't metallic but something else entirely.
The gates were also lined with a couple of smaller versions of those barrels they were almost "zapped" by.
Once they got in front of the gate they could see these small multi-tiered metal protrusions on both sides of the inner part. They were shooting out multiple bolts of large, yellow and blue static to form this giant, impenetrable door between them and the city itself.
Justek nudged his glasses up and murmured, "That does look a little dangerous..."
The gate crackled and frayed the air in front of it. Sarajin's whole body was tingly and he felt the hairs on his head rise towards it.
"Is it? I reeeeally want to go and touch it." When he held his hand afloat Justek swatted the back of it without turning to look at him.
"No, just be patient like the man said."
Sarajin pouted and whimpered, but then returned his attention towards the gate. A few seconds later the big static vanished without a trace, leaving Sarajin's eyes bulging.
He slowly panned his gaze down to the bottom of the gate and there he saw a young man that was Justek's height, but seemed rather thin and very odd looking overall.
He was wearing an open leather jacket with a striking blue appearance. There were these zigzagging yellow marks at the bottom of the jacket, just below the pockets.
Wrapped around his upper body was the only material Sarajin recognized: Copper. The material was one of very few metals that could be flexed on their own when thin, and this man was using it like a shirt it seemed like.
His "pants" however consisted of the same odd material as the strings connecting the gate to the walls, only his were black. Separating his "pants" and copper shirt was a chain belt.
He wore half a pair of glasses over his right eye. It seemed to have a blue rim. His hair was magenta colored but very short, looking like the individual strands were hovering around all over the place.
It'd be easy not to stare at the guy if it weren't for the fact his lighter colored skin made his appearance even weirder to look at.
But the man wasted no time trying to prevent his appearance from making the first impression. He went to the very front of the gate and held his arms out with carefree confidence and announced who he was.
"Welcome to Pulsa Minoria, my eager new learners! I am Valic Ioncharger, lead developer of electronics and THE smartest man of the present era!" He then gestured his arm before his chest and took a humble bow, "But do not let my genius intimidate your underdeveloped minds, for I am more than happy to share my knowledge to stimulate those dulled neurons of yours."
He then stood and clapped his hands a few times beside his face, "So please, right this way! There are a few preparations we must attend first!"
Sarajin and Justek took one look at each other with Justek raising his brow and trying not to smirk, the failure to do so making Sarajin grin.
As Valic turned and re-entered the city proper the two followed, with Sarajin whispering to his friend, "I bet he's not as smart as you, Justek."
"Is that even in question?" Justek remarked.
However, his confidence slowly slid off his face, leaving him to join in Sarajin's widening agape look of awe as they passed the gate and caught their first look at the city itself.
Everything was made of metal, and whatever wasn't was being worn by the people wandering around or out of sight.
The lights that were outside on the walls were much more prominent here and were so great in number, being underneath the glass plated floor, atop tall metal poles, and even running along the buildings. It was enough to overpower the sun's rays and give the atmosphere this warm, sapphire hue.
But the two couldn't take in the sights for very long before Valic was blocking their view, shoving a strange, smooth material against their chests.
"First, put these on. They will keep you insulated against the abundance of electricity in the air." He backed away and Sarajin put his arms around whatever he had passed on to him.
He looked down and saw that he was holding onto this strange...clothing, if that is what this was. It seemed shaped like his body, hands and feet included, but lacked anything for the head. He pulled on it and it stretched around and squeaked.
"Whooooa..." Sarajin had to mess around with it for a bit before Valic rattled his throat with a few coughs.
"Yes yes I'm sure you're captivated but I am eager to show you around so, if you would please."
Sarajin smiled and blushed. His whole body was tingling like crazy, with bumps forming all along his arms from how much his hair was wanting to pull away from the skin.
This strange clothing reminded him of the pajamas he wore when he was very young. So because of that, he stretched the collar of the clothes and stuck his leg through it to start fitting it on.
It was very capable of conforming to his body, though it took a little effort to slip his arms in. But when he did the clothing snapped into place around his body frame, allowing his poncho to remain on the outside.
He then noticed Justek had been staring at him all this time and tilted his head. Justek's blank expression shifted into an excitable one as he let out a couple forced coughs and then proceeded to stretch the clothing as well, "R-Right, I was just...making sure these weren't a trap."
As he fit it on himself Valic waved his hand out and chuckled, "We would never do that. If you can't trust rubber, what can you trust?"
Justek raised his brows as he finished snapping the clothing onto his body, causing him to flinch, "So this is rubber, then? I'd heard rumors of this material in my books but never quite seen it before."
"One of many, many benefits to living in Pulsa Minoria, you'll find," Valic said, beaming with pride, "So why don't we get those other benefits then? Follow me."
Like this man didn't even have the ability to stop, he had already turned around on one foot and was marching deeper into the strange metallic city.
While trying to keep pace with this man Sarajin felt this strange "rubber" well...rubbing against his body. It was this weird sensation, it's not like the material was smooth as first expected but more like rough. Not sandy rough, but it felt like if he kept this on for too long he'd start having his skin rub off.
But it DID keep his body from feeling tingly, though his hair still stood up a bit on end, as did Justek's, a fact which he seemed to be tirelessly trying to prevent by rubbing his hands along his hair.
Sarajin got a chuckle out of that and then decided to take a look around some more.
The people of Pulsa Minoria seemed to love solid edges. The buildings, the roads, the shape of the city itself consisted of a lot of squares, cubes, and rectangles.
It definitely made sense why the "Metal Boxes" looked the way they did now.
There were even a few people standing atop what appeared to be a board made of one layer of glass and another layer of metal, with those metallic strings sandwiched between them. There were metal poles poking up, lined up in a row, that the people were grabbing on to as the board moved around, lots of that blue and yellow static projecting between it and the road.
He looked past them with his mouth frozen agape and saw one person approach a building. Just by holding his hand up and motioning it to the right, the metal door slid open, then shut once the man went inside.
"A-Ahh...!" Sarajin's mind was being frazzled by all this dazzle, his neurons firing on all cylinders to make heads or tails of how ANY of this could work.
And as though their minds were linked, Valic knew when his voice needed to be applied, "Overwhelmed already? I'd be surprised if you weren't."
Humorous yet well-meaning in his prodding, he gestured his hand towards the left as the board carrying people passed them by, "Here in Pulsa Minoria we thrive on the development and creation of electronics, metallic based designs that channel the power of Electricity to function."
Sarajin's gaze panned towards the board, magnetically linking with it as it stopped and a couple people got off. They pulled out these boxes that were as big as their head yet as thin as their hands. They had some of those metallic strings covering the back and a small, metal rod poking out from the top.
One of those people pushed a small, round protrusion on the front of the box and a few round rings of static fired off from the rod.
A few seconds later Sarajin was shocked as one of those Metal Boxes came down, carrying in its almost human-like hand this strange, discolored...organic? bar of food.
The person took that bar and walked on up to one of the buildings, where the door slid open and another person waited inside.
Valic was talking his head off this whole time and Sarajin hastily turned back just to catch him in mid-conversation, "-and by pressing the button the-"
"I-I'm sorry could you start over?" Sarajin hung his head a bit and cracked a funny grin, "I-I wasn't paying attention."
Valic smirked as he shook his head, "You learn with both the eyes AND ears, my underdeveloped protege."
"I know that." Sarajin replied, innocently rubbing the back of his head.
Valic sighed and then stretched his arms out, almost like he wanted to embrace his entire city in a hug, "As I was trying to say...Our city is much like a body, the electricity running through it our life blood. Everything our 'veins', our wires touch, is connected to our beating 'heart'."
"Electronics such as the Passenger Board you saw back there and the Drone Caller wouldn't even be able to function without electricity flowing through them."
"And much in that same vein, were we to lose this electricity we'd be trapped in this box, unable to escape. Thus, it's imperative that we maintain our electricity at all times."
Sarajin felt he was understanding what made this city unique so far, and wanted Valic to know that he was listening, "So there's not a single part of Pulsa Minoria that isn't run by electricity?"
"Pretty much," Valic patted his chest and chuckled, "Even the clothing I wear has some wiring inside of it, ensuring I keep myself productive at all times."
He clutched his hands behind his back and chuckled a little tiredly, "Yes, it's a life-long commitment, maintaining this beautiful body."
He then playfully gestured his hand up and remarked, "I uhh, refer to the city of course."
Sarajin had to once more take in the scope of the city as a whole. It felt larger than his home and all throughout it there was electricity.
"It must require a lot of elemental energy to keep this place running then!" Sarajin remarked excitedly.
"Oh ho ho, nonsense. We don't run on such outdated methods anymore." Valic replied, clearly amused.
Sarajin fluttered his eyelashes and then started to say "Then how?" only for Valic to raise his pointer finger up and interrupt him.
"I'll show you. Come this way." Once he reached what appeared to be the center of the city he started to make a right turn and head towards a path protruding to the south.
The central area seemed to consist of the one curved path in this city, as a circle directed the citizens to the North, South, East and West via rectangular glowing signs with the initials for the directions attached to each one.
There seemed to be something at the bottom of the thick pole holding the signs up but Sarajin had to look away because he didn't want to fall behind.
Valic then stretched his arms out briefly and proclaimed, "Welcome to Sector 1: Beating Pulse of Magnetism."
Here he was guiding them towards a three-story metal building with these massive insulated strings arching from the back of it down into the ground. Electricity seemed to be pulsing out of the strings in certain intervals, which synced with the flashes of light coming from within the building.
Valid walked on up a small flight of stairs and used that cool hand swiping motion to open the door. As Sarajin entered with Justek tailing behind he had to take a moment to look back and watch the door slide shut.
With his mouth agape he turned and hustled up beside Valic to ask, "How do you do that?!"
Valic turned to him and then leaned over his shoulder, "Opening the door? Why it's simple..."
He pinched the side of his one lens glasses and gave it a fine twist, like he was juicing a lemon, "For you see, there is an unseen electronic implanted above the door frame that senses the movement of the electrons in my body's nervous system when I wave my hand in front of it. And when it can't sense the electrons, it remains shut."
"Uhhh..." Sarajin's pupils shrank and he sheepishly leaned past Valic to seek Justek's aid, "Hey, could you uhhh, simplify that for me, Justek?"
Justek's eyes widened with a rare display of surprise and he put his arms against his chest, hastily remarking, "Well it's...l-like he said. He waves the hand, door opens."
"Oooooh!" Sarajin's eyes lit up in awe.
They then continued walking down a hallway, where the only light came from the occasional bright, strobe flashes at the end.
Sarajin's eyes closed against his will in response a few times, before Valic handed him another Pulsa Minoria exclusive tool...A curved black bar that seemed to be made of glass.
"You might want to wear these. They're Flash Guard Visors, it'll shield you against electric flashes AND the sunlight."
Sarajin put them on over his eyes and though his vision got a little darker, he could see the flashes for all their beautiful, electrifying colors with no issue whatsoever.
"Whooooa!" He shouted in glee.
Valic then patted him on the shoulder and held it there, "If you think that's impressive, then take a look at this."
As they rounded the corner he bent towards Sarajin and pointed at a large pair of windows, behind which housed three floors of metallic walkways, each containing twelve massive cylinders that were spinning at a constant, frantic pace.
The cylinders gave off electricity that filled the entire room and seemed to be leaving the building via these insulated tunnels in the back.
A few other men were standing in front of these metallic boxes set before the windows. Said boxes have a bunch of these weird protrusions on them, some resembling that round thing he saw on that box back then, others looking like they could be pushed back and forth.
They were talking in a tongue that Sarajin could not comprehend, using strange jarhon such as "Kilowatts" and "Polarity" like it was commonplace.
Valic however paid them no heed and focused on his young wards, putting himself squarely before the windows with his hands clenched behind his back.
"These are the pride and joys of Pulsa Minoria...Our generators. Ever since the foundation of this city, these generators have spun around and around, creating and recycling our electricity to power our everyday lives."
Sarajin got closer and looked up at these cylinders, these so-called "generators", and though they were spinning around like blurs he could make out a couple of details.
One, there were two layers to the cylinders. One was made of lead, the other made of copper. The other detail of note was that there was someone carefully walking around atop the floors, protected by full body clothing made of copper.
"This one building powers the whole city?" Sarajin murmured out unconsciously.
"That's right," Valic's simple praise of recognition made Sarajin smile, "The metals we use in the generators, when pressed together, create pure electricity that's sent into the city via the massive wires you may have seen on our way in. And then, after electricity makes its way through any given facility or object it makes a loop back here, where it's cleaned out to be used again."
"And you somehow manage all this without a single bit of elemental energy?" Justek inquired.
"This is the result of thousands of years of progress," Valic said with pride, "We've completely antiquated the old ways, and made the first step towards tomorrow."
Justek pinched the sides of his glasses and murmured, "And your Titan has no problem with this?"
"I couldn't care either way what they feel," Valic said with a cold dismissive gesture of his hand at Justek, "They are just as well a product of the times."
"Hmph," Justek scoffed, "It IS impressive that your people managed to build all this with your bare hands."
"No kidding!" Sarajin proclaimed, "I've never seen anything like this in the other Tribes I've been to!"
"Oh, so you're a traveler then?" Valic said, turning to look him directly in the eyes, "I don't recognize the cloth on your shoulders though, where do you hail from?"
"Ar-" Sarajin found his mouth clamped over by Justek's hand as he leaned in to whisper, "Do you want to start trouble again?"
Sarajin gently put his hand over his and pulled it down, whispering back, "If I'm going to bring the Tribes together, I can't let the past stop me every time, Justek."
It was confident enough sounding that Justek was forced to relent, leaving Sarajin to tell Valic, "I'm from Arc Hurricanos!"
"The city in the sky? Really? I don't think we've ever had someone come down from there to here!" Valic sounded rather delighted instead of repulsed by this news.
And while he was celebrating Sarajin turned back and grinned at his friend, who let out a "Hmph."
Sarajin then faced Valic again to say, "Yep! Me and my buddy here have been going around to other Tribes to experience their cultures!"
"Well let ours be the one that you settle down in, if that's your intention. Certainly so far you're much more impressed by our electronics than whatever those neanderthals out there have produced uhhh..." Valic paused and then closed his eyes with a smirk, "It has just dawned on me I haven't learned your names yet."
Sarajin grinned with a chuckle, "My name's Sarajin Stratos, and my friend here is Justek. And yeah, your electronics are really impressive, Valic! But..."
Sarajin respectfully paused to muster up the proper tone to take, "There's a lot of cool things about the other Tribes too."
"Sarajin and Justek, eh? Well, I'll try and commit those names to memory. I am but a busy man with a busy mind after all," Valic then clapped his hands together and proclaimed, "And speaking of my busy mind, let us move on to another Sector. By the time your tour of our great city is done, it will leave your opinions of the others in the dust!"
He led them out of this building, insisting they put the visors back, much as it saddened Sarajin to do so cause they looked really cool.
They then returned to the center and headed back towards the entrance. Along the way Sarajin gleamed over his shoulder trying to eye the object underneath the pole, only for his attention to go upwards at an utterly MASSIVE building at the very back of the city.
It was as tall as three of Twinbeak's towers and was built from multiple cubes stacked on top of one another, going upward and outward save for the central part, which was one long rectangular tower leading to a crowned peak where four glass tubes were attached from there to the ground floor of the city.
"What's that place?" Is what he wanted to ask, but figured they'd eventually make their way over there.
By the time he stopped staring at its overwhelming size it was too late for him to check the center part of town, as it was being covered by people moving around, fiddling with their boxed electronics.
He bumped shoulders with them to catch up with Valic, who guided them towards the southwestern part of town. This was where Sarajin had seen a person with a Metal Box walk into a building and indeed, that seemed to be their primary destination.
"Welcome to Sector 3: Efficient Drone Manufacturing. This is where we produce the flying metal electronics you may have seen along the way so far." Valic walked on up to one of the buildings and did that cool hand motion again, getting Sarajin all ecstatic and giggly once more.
The inside of this building was like the complete opposite of the last, assaulting Sarajin and Justek's poor unguarded eyes with a continuous influx of pure white light.
The two had to hold their hands up in unison until their eyes adjusted with a few blinks, which Valic was patient enough to let them do. They then moved on down the hall, which slowly got wider as more of those sliding doors revealed themselves.
There were people walking down these halls wearing long, white jackets that reached down to the floor. A couple of them carried the infamous Metal Boxes in their hands, but some looked like they were not moving or had holes punctured into their sides.
Valic leaned his head around and hummed, while Sarajin had to ask, "So these Metal Boxes..."
"Drones." Valic hastily interrupted.
"D-Drones..." Sarajin looked around a corner opposite of where they were going for a moment and saw a couple of people heading into a more gray looking room, "What...are they exactly?"
"That's a good question." Valic gestured his hand aside, scooping one of those Metal Boxes out of his fellow citizen's hand much to their surprise and annoyance and then held it aloft before Sarajin's face.
"These drones are able to move around and perform functions via commands received through an electronic frequency between our Drone Callers and a chip implanted inside their bodies. Anything from storing materials to carrying tools can be performed by simply a push of the button."
Sarajin rubbed over the drone and eventually reached the spinning blades on it's back, which he rubbed around some more in great detail while wondering, "What's up with these miniature windmill blades?"
"The propellers?" Valic glanced down where he was examining and remarked, "Why, they're what allow the drones to get off the ground. They can manage a height of up to five hundred feet over any solid surface so long as they have nothing inside of them, and speeds comparable to the Ashen Mares of Canofloe."
Sarajin then tapped his knuckles along the sound and felt a hollowness within, "So you can store materials in here..."
"Yep. Very, very efficient for us," Valic said with pride, "My ancestors really knew what they were doing when they came up with this."
"I'll say!" Sarajin cheerfully proclaimed, "I wish I had thought of using windmill blades when I descended for the first time...Probably could've avoided hitting my face against the ground, ha ha ha!"
Valic closed his eyes and casually tossed the drone over his shoulder, hitting someone on the head, "Well you never learn without mistakes. And it's here where mistakes and miracles come in all shapes and sizes."
Valic directed them a little further down the hall and then rattled his knuckles against a window. Inside, a bunch of similarly dressed men and women were gathered around their tables with piles of metal parts and broken drones surrounding them.
"Day in and day out we work hard trying to innovate with new Drone ideas to make life even easier for us. Sometimes, brilliance is born. Other times..." The building shook nearby and made Valic's hand slide off the glass. The three then turned and watched one of the people walk out of a nearby door covered in soot, with a bent metal ring somehow dangling around their neck.
"Well...you get the point," Valic moved away from this spot and down towards the end of the hall, "At the present moment we can manage to create one hundred functional PMC-PKUP Drones, or 'Metal Boxes' as you call them, a month."
"That sounds pretty impressive." Sarajin stated.
"But I have to wonder," Justek chimed in, "How exactly are they capable of movement when they aren't attached to your wires to receive electricity?"
Valic turned around and remarked, "I think you should know the answer already. Don't think big, think small."
Justek crossed his arms and let out a quiet "Uhhh" while Sarajin looked at him and confidently sang his praises to their host, "Of course he can figure it out! Justek's a genius!"
Justek's eyes slowly bulged and with a brief pause to scratch the side of his face he forced a chuckle and then said, "Y-Yes well I mean..."
He then waved his hand around in circles and remarked, "Obviously you must...have one of those generators inside of the Drones just...smaller?"
Valic closed his eyes and smiled, "That is correct."
Justek quickly breathed a sigh of relief and smirked, "O-Of course it is! But uhhh, if you wouldn't mind elaborating for our poor underdeveloped friend here..."
"Naturally. See, each drone is equipped with a miniaturized version of the generators you saw. This allows them to store an electric charge that renders them capable of flying up to 1000 miles before giving out."
Sarajin crossed his arms and remarked, "Wow, just how far is that?"
"Roughly the other side of the planet from here, I believe." Justek said.
"That is correct." Valic smirked.
"I bet if I tried flying or walking that far, I wouldn't even be able to get halfway there," Sarajin admitted humbly, "Electronics are really convenient!"
"Now are you starting to get it?" Valic said, gesturing his hand out.
The lights suddenly flickered on and off a few times, causing his expression to shift to a more annoyed mood.
The sound of fraying static filled the air and Valic let out a sigh, reaching into the inner part of his jacket, "Oh hold on a moment, we have a pest problem..."
He then pinched his glasses in one hand while pulling out this hand-sized contraption with a square barrel and a handle that he could slip one finger through. It was white, metallic and seemed to have a trigger for him to latch his finger onto.
"There you are..." He took a couple steps back and then aimed his contraption up at the ceiling, leaving both his guests puzzled until he pulled the trigger.
A quick bolt of electricity fried a hole through the ceiling and the lighting frayed a bit more, with sparks sprinkly down on top of him.
Then, from that hole poked out the head of this pinky-sized yellow furred creature with protruding fangs and a tail shaped like a zigzag.
With its tiny paws it leaped out of the hole, evading Valic's second attack on it as it landed on the ground and darted between Sarajin's legs, dislodging electricity in its wake.
"Blast it all...!" Valic said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he shoved past Sarajin and made a second shot, missing the creature as it bolted all the way down and slipped between the gap in the door at the other end.
"...Haaa, well, that's their problem now," Valic slowly withdrew his contraption into his jacket and quickly answered the shocked look on his guest's face, "Panic Rats, tenacious little pests...They love to nibble on the electricity in our wires for no real reason."
Sarajin's gaze, however, was focusing on the contraption in his jacket.
Valic looked down at that spot and then sported a wry grin as he shrugged his shoulders and then proceeded to whip it back out, "Impressed? This is a rather recent invention of mine known as the Static Discharger. It's a weapon that operates by making two metallic cylinders spin in polar opposite directions against the barrel whenever I pull the trigger, building up a powerful bolt of electricity that's fired out the front."
"YOU made this?" Sarajin said, wiggling his finger at the device.
"Oh come now you didn't think this genius of mine was just for show did you?" Valic then waved a hand before his chest and declared, "I am, without competition, THE lead developer and scientist of Pulsa Minoria."
"Wow!" Sarajin declared, "I didn't realize you were the leader of this Tribe!"
"Oh no no no," Valic shook his hand out, "That's...another guy. Personally I think I'm more worthy of the praise but..."
He then put his fist up to his mouth and coughed twice, "Well there's plenty of time for humble bragging later. We still have a few more places to visit."
He then gestured his hand out and remarked, "I'd love to show you where this weapon was made but unfortunately, Sector 2 is under maintenance at the moment."
"So instead, why don't I show you something guaranteed to blow your mind?"
"Sure!" Sarajin proclaimed without hesitation.
Valic started to lead them out of this building but Justek was lingering behind, which caught Sarajin's attention enough to stall his pace a bit.
"What's up, Justek?" His simple question made him flinch.
Justek rolled his wrist around and remarked, "Nothing, nothing."
"You really had to think about that question back there. Guess there's some things that stump even you, eh?" He playfully nudged him with his elbow but his reaction was stiff.
"R-Right..." Justek grumbled, before squeezing his eyes shut and then with one pained grunt he turned to Sarajin and remarked, "Alright listen, this stays between the two of us, ok?"
"H-Huh?" Sarajin weakly nodded his head, "Ok?"
"Haaaa..." Justek crossed his arms and muttered, "Truth be told, I have had next to no understanding of any of the things that babbling man has told us so far."
"Huh?!" Sarajin blurted out, causing Justek to grit his teeth and hush him with a "Shhh!" followed by a "Pipe down!"
Valic didn't seem to be paying them any heed as he led them back out into the city. Sarajin clapped a hand over his mouth then slowly peeled it back, whispering to his friend, "You don't know? But...your books-"
Justek crossed his arms and muttered, "Outdated, it seems, in many ways..."
He then closed his eyes and shook his head, "Prior to coming here all my reading described the Electric Tribe as a place called 'Denkai', and the people had no attachment to these...'electronics'."
He then turned his head around and pushed his glasses up via the bridge, "No...attachment is too light a term. They've made these devices their way of life, seemingly abandoning everything that made them who they were...Even their former name. It's an obsession that's latched onto their minds and taken them over."
He then glanced at Sarajin, who grimaced unexpectedly, "Come on, surely you must find this weird, right?"
"Uhhh, not really?" Sarajin hesitantly replied, "Everyone here seems to be happy with their way of life."
Justek slanted his brows and Sarajin clicked his teeth together before continuing, "I-I guess it is weird that they've abandoned elemental energy though. Didn't Mos say that it's the foundation of the world?"
"That's what I mean," Justek coldly remarked, "I don't think the Titan here would just accept it's people abandoning the founding principles of the world."
"Should I ask about it?"
"Judging from his tone, I don't think this man would be willing to cough up any answers regarding the Titan."
"Mmmm, alright then," Sarajin laid his arms to rest at his sides and kept moving forward at a slightly faster pace to catch up with Valic, "But I think you're overreacting, Justek. This 'electronics' stuff seems harmless."
"We'll see, I suppose." Justek said with a sigh.
A few seconds later Sarajin had this big smile on his face that disturbed Justek, "What's got you feeling like that?"
Sarajin's gaze evaded him for a bit as he chuckled, "Heh heh heh! It's just that...Here, we're as smart as each other."
Justek widened his eyes and lightly took his hand to the back of Sarajin's head, "Don't be absurd! I may not be properly equipped this time but I am still more than capable of learning from these people than you."
Sarajin rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head and then looked up with his face wincing with pain and joy, "M-Maybe, but even if it's for a moment...I kind of like being on even footing with you, Justek."
Justek paused, his face fraught with surprise. He then settled into a more grumpy look and remarked, "Well don't get cocky. You haven't forgotten the reason we came here in the first place, correct?"
"I-I haven't...!" Sarajin rested his hands behind his head and mumbled, "I want to ask the leader about the metal stealing though."
"Well..." Justek faced forward and smirked, "Perhaps that opportunity will come sooner rather than later."
Sarajin looked up to find they were approaching by far the largest building in Pulsa Minoria, if not the world.
Valic introduced them to it with a grandiose tone of voice, "This is Sector 5: The Eternal Manifold Fortress! A building of such impressive stature that even the Titans would bow before it in reverence!"
He then waved his hand around in a carefree manner, "Oh and I guess our leader lives here too."
He snapped his fingers and declared, "But more importantly, our greatest triumph awaits us at the very top!"
He moved forward and thrust his arm out beside his body, sliding open a pair of doors twice as tall as himself, "Come!"
Inside this building was a lot more empty space than the outside suggested. It was pure white space with maybe a few blue streaks passing by beneath their feet, which was leading them towards a glass chamber at the opposite end of the room.
"This is what we refer to as an elevator," Valic's voice echoed throughout this empty space, "It'll carry us to the very top of the fortress."
He then wiggled a finger in the air and smiled mischievously, "But hold on tight. It'll be quite the experience."
Sarajin's heart throbbed with excitement as he wore a grin on his way into the elevator, which sealed shut the moment all three people entered. Valic then tapped the sole button with an arrow pointing up and in the blink of an eye, the glass cylinder fired up a metallic tube through the center of this fortress.
Sarajin felt pressure building up around his body that tried to make him kneel, but he resisted it, his lips and teeth gyrating together as he struggled to say how cool this was.
Flashes of blue light blended together around them, as they were getting further and further away from the ground.
The elevator then came to a complete and sudden stop, causing Justek to fly off his footing and smash into the roof of the elevator.
"Ooof!" He uttered as his body peeled off and he crashed face-first onto the floor.
"Justek?!" Sarajin turned back and looked panicked to find his friend in such dire straits.
Fortunately Justek seemed able to stand with little trouble, and somehow his glasses hadn't sustained any damage save for some minor dust he rubbed off onto his shirt.
"Let us never speak of this again." He muttered in a tone of disdain.
Valic calmly walked them out of the elevator and into a more compact room. The size was comparable to a full-sized house in Arc Hurricanos just without any floors divided the two stories.
There was a wide spanning window allowing one to look out and survey the entirety of Pulsa Minoria, whose electric lights looked gorgeous this far up.
There were other glass panels hoisted up above the window that were depicting parts of the city, one moment at a time. The panels would flicker with static and then that same scene would have changed, showing people and drones in different spots.
Then below these panels were multiple buttons and levers at a far greater scope than what was in Sector 1. And lying before this arrangement of unknown functions was this armless leather chair floating off the ground via a steady stream of electricity.
Sitting in this chair was someone with their hands tucked behind their head who was letting out a sigh.
"Bored, bored..." Muttered a young man, "Val's not on the viewscreens...Maybe I could sneak out real quick to Sector 3 and-"
"Ahem." Coughed Valic playfully.
The chair spun back and the man sitting on it flailed his arms up, nearly sliding off onto the ground.
"O-Oh hey! Didn't hear you come in!" The man...actually wasn't really much of a man. In fact he had to have been only a little older than Sarajin and Justek.
He was thin and a little boney, with his legs and feet protected by black leather while his upper body was coated in white leather. An unremarkable shade of blue was on his vest.
He had these bulky metal shoes on with a light blue light strobing throughout these small metallic pipes attached around them. A rigid metal belt was strapped around his waist, with half another belt going over his right thigh.
His hair was the color of honey and combed back, a pair of small metal splints splitting them past his neck into the zigzag shape Sarajin had come to expect from this Tribe.
Finally, attached to his left wrist was a small, rectangular metal box.
After composing himself the guy leaned back into the chair and then glanced across his shoulder at his company with a welcoming smile, "You must be the new guests! Sup?"
"...Sup?" Sarajin echoed, tilting his head.
The guy waved his hands out and sat upright, "Yeah, it's a shortened version of 'What's up' I came up with."
"Oh, that's cool!" Sarajin then waved his hand out and tried in vain to mimic the guy's tone of voice, "Sup! My name's Sarajin Stratos."
"And I am Justek," Said Justek, "I take it you're the leader of Pulsa Minoria?"
"Got it in one! Name's Rai Climhazard," The guy leaned forward, hanging his arms over his legs as he prepared to stand, "We ain't got much to do but let me show you ar-"
Valic wagged his hand out before his face and remarked, "Ah ah ah, this is my tour. You just sit and do your leaderly duties, Rai."
"Ah come on Val," Rai slumped back hard into his chair and groaned, "The least you could do is let me fill the dead air in here for a few minutes."
"No can do," Valic said, tucking his hands back as he approached the wide metal box, "And stop trying to sneak out to the development centers."
"Ok boss," Rai clumped his lips together into an impressive pout and muttered, "Seriously you're so bossy you should be the one cramped up in this snore zone..."
"I heard that." Valic said with little offense in his voice.
Rai clenched his teeth and then put his hands behind his head, spinning the chair around using his feet while remarking, "Why bring the new guys here anyways?"
Valic bent over and started fiddling with the levers and button with a great big smile on his face, "Oh, I just thought I'd demonstrate the magnificence of the Titanic Mjolnir."
"Whoa. WHOA!" Rai suddenly sprung off his seat, grabbed Valic's wrist and peeled it away from the metal box, panic clear in his eyes.
"You can NOT just fire that thing off without a good reason! I totally forbid it!"
Suddenly the entire room was flushed with red light as loud, ear-grating noises filled the room. Rai and Valic looked up and with a smug look on his face Valic said, "Oh, would you look at that...a good reason."
"Tsk...!" Rai brushed his hand out of his grip and then stepped back, leaving Valic to do his business excitedly.
"What's going on?!" Sarajin yelled with his hands on his ears.
"We got a Rot Walker approaching the city," Rai said in a serious tone, craning his head back to look at the panels as they displayed activity outside the city, "Yep, eyeing one west from here! Looks to be a Nomad Horde."
"Rot Walker? Here?!" Sarajin, either out of curiosity or fear, was drawn towards the windows to see what lies beyond Pulsa Minoria's walls.
Approaching the city was this absolutely titanic, rotting spider with crooked legs, none of which were the same size as the others. It's body stood level with the top of Pulsa Minoria's walls, and though it was slow it would come, bringing one of those legs down atop the walls in due time.
"I-It's horrible!" Sarajin stuttered, withdrawing as the memories of that day began to replay.
"Don't worry, Sarajin Stratos..." Valic said without any trace of doubt in his heart, "The Titans of this world may have failed us...But that's precisely why I was born!"
He pushed his palms against two large blue buttons that rose out of the metal box. Suddenly, a wave of blue electricity surged from the fortress all across the city. The electricity from the walls shorted out, channeled into the farthest right tower from here.
The front of the tower opened up and through it pushed forth a very long weapon. A crystallized barrel surged with electricity so hot that it made it glow a striking shade of blue. It was so powerful, it seems, that it had to be constrained within a pair of equally massive metallic cages.
But once the barrel had extended all the way out the cage began to part from the back to the front one segment at a time, pulling the excess electricity into it. The whole thing glowed bright, it could probably be seen from miles away.
Yet the Rot Walker pressed forward, unperturbed by the sky shaking in this weapon's presence.
Sarajin stood there alongside Justek and watched in silent awe as Valic clenched his fists down atop the buttons and began to grin.
"Foul beast...Bear witness to a power greater than any Titan...! The power...of the future!" Valic grit his teeth and declared fiercely, "And may the scar it leaves upon you be one of utter terror...!"
"Titanic Mjolnir..." He shoved the buttons all the way into the console and screamed, "FIRE!"
For one second longer there would be silence, and then...Came the thunderclap.
No, in modern terms it would be more accurate to describe this as a sonic boom.
For when the lightning discharged from that weapon, sound ceased to exist, for it temporarily deafened all who could hear it for miles on end.
And the planet itself beheld this mighty power, and trembled in fear.
In a flash of herculean sapphire, the grotesque monstrosity was pierced through. It was merely unfortunate to have been in the way of Valic's triumph, his glory, his frighteningly domineering power...
Sarajin's heart was still as even HE could feel this power...And realizing that maybe, just maybe, he and many others had been wrong in assuming Oreore was to blame for making the world shake.
But the results could not be denied, nor could Valic's boast be challenged.
When the world ceased to shake, Sarajin peered out the window slowly and saw that the Rot Walker had been dismembered, its limbs scattered about in all sorts of directions.
And behind it now lay a two mile long scar in the planet's surface which for one moment, led Sarajin to fear...Fear over what would happen if a living being was hit by such power.
Yet his fear was overshadowed by Valic's delight, as he was dripping in sweat and panting excitedly as he swung his head back.
Rai meanwhile let out a more relaxed sigh of relief and remarked, "Target's been disabled...for now."
"F-For now?!" Sarajin stuttered.
Rai turned and groaned, "I mean with how far it's parts scattered it should take a long time to pull back together, but-"
"B-But that was so powerful! H-how...?!"
"Does it matter if it comes back?" Valic said with a wry chuckle, "I've done the impossible and taught those mindless beasts to know fear. If they learn from that, then they'll know better than to approach our city again."
Sarajin's mouth stood agape as he mumbled, "I-I mean...I guess?"
He stared out over the horizon and saw lots of smoke seeping out of the scar in the world. He felt discomfort the longer he stared at it, leading to a meek remark of, "But...what about the planet?"
"Oh don't fret over it, the Titan those dirt mouths worship has always healed the wounds for us."
"Y-You've fired this thing off multiple times?" Remarked Sarajin.
"Of course. You can't be sure that things will work without running a few tests."
Sarajin's face contorted as he let out a moan of discomfort. Rai then looked at Valic and remarked, "Val could you like...not brag about this for once?"
Valic put his hands behind his back and shook his head, "I'm proud of this invention, you're just jealous you didn't come up with it first."
"Jealous of...?!" Rai spat out.
Valic then looked over at Sarajin with an uneasy smile and said, "I hope now that you've seen what Pulsa Minoria is capable of, you'll consider living here. I assure you, should the war resume, you'd have our protection. Not to mention you'll learn far more here than you can from any other Tribe combined."
"Such as how to steal, and murder?" Justek suddenly spoke up, and he was disgusted.
Valic turned to him with brows slanted and the tension in the room began to thicken. Rai grit his teeth and backed away slowly.
"...Come again?" Uttered Valic.
Justek arched his brows and put his arms against his chest, glaring straight at Valic with an icy cold look in his eyes, "You already know the answer, Valic Ioncharger."
"...Oh, I think I get it now," He closed his eyes and muttered, "Oreore sent you to infiltrate our home after we...stole their precious materials."
Sarajin shook his head and spoke up, "N-No! Nobody sent us! I mean...we did come here because of the stolen stuff but-"
Valic scratched the side of his face and muttered with utter disdain, "If you want to accuse someone of being thieves and murderers, why not point that vulgar display of ignorance at those dirt mouths?"
"What?" Sarajin said, a blank look on his face.
"Yes," Justek muttered, "'What?' indeed..."
Valic slowly opened his eyes and gave off an insincere smile, "I've not been deaf to your words and tone. You assume that I, nay, we, have rejected our past entirely when that's not the case at all."
He laid his hands out to rest at his sides, "The only part of the past we reject...Is the years wasted worshipping the Titan who so readily abandoned his people!"
Sarajin's eyes widened and he slowly muttered the words on his mind, "Your Titan...abandoned you?"
"That's right," Valic put his hands at his sides, "It all happened thousands upon thousands of years ago, in the village he had designated the name 'Denkai'."
"When the war was at a peak, our people suffered, pressured by the indiscriminate violence of the other Tribes. We were merely sages who could harness electricity at our fingertips, a peaceful group all things considered."
"Yet it seemed our Titan was little more than a coward. Instead of defending us, it fled to the skies above, never to be seen again...And when it left us, it took the power of electricity with it."
"Our ancestors allege that it did so in order to protect us, but all it did was leave us vulnerable...And those dirt mouths wasted no time taking advantage of it."
"They ripped apart our lands like a desert storm, leaving barely a trace of our heritage behind as they gobbled up our land for themselves. Weakened, all we had to rely on was each other...But we persevered, endured, and migrated to Caimanabal, the Light Tribe, who gracefully took us in and offered us sanctuary."
"Under their protection we were able to be reborn. Unable to sit down and admit defeat, some of us got wiser, seeking alternative means to not only regain our lost power, but improve upon it."
"This led to the inspiration of 'electronics', metallic constructs that could trap the power of electricity for various purposes."
"We had to brave Oreore's expanded territory to scavenge metal and other minerals to build upon our ideas until they functioned properly."
"But over many generations our desire to improve gave birth to progress, allowing us to build the foundation of what would someday be this great city you see before you."
"Those dirt mouths could not stand to see us rise once more. They feared the unknown power we wielded and attempted to run us over again. But unable to comprehend what we had made, we were able to repel them time and time again, as our mighty city grew mightier."
"Until eventually, our innovations have led to us becoming the most advanced society on the planet."
Valic ended this story off by glancing at Justek, whose eyes were cross, "Those dirt mouths stole our land and slaughtered our defenseless ancestors...And they've continued to try and do so, the only thing stopping them presently being the threat of retaliation from that thing cloaked in shadow."
"Yet...they have the gall to call us thieves? When all they unearth is what should belong to us to begin with?"
Valic reached for his lens and plucked it off, brushing it against his jacket with eyes closed, "I am no religious man but nevertheless, I will respect the teachings of those who gave us the chance to live to see tomorrow...You will be forgiven these horrible accusations, so long as what I've said has ended your ignorant ways of thinking."
Justek continued to furrow his brows until there were a few creases between his eyes. He was about to open his mouth when Sarajin put a hand on his shoulder.
He was trembling slightly, but somehow showed the strength to keep standing and look Valic in the eyes. Yet his gaze was soft. Tired, sure, but devoid of aggression.
"V-Valic?"
"Yes, Sarajin Stratos?" Valic replied with an uplifting smile.
"I...think your 'electronics' are really cool and useful but..." He gently bowed his head and remarked, "I need some time to think this over. I-Is that ok?"
Valic gave a long, unnerving pause before smiling and nodding his head, "That's fine with me. So long as you're willing to learn you'll always be welcome here."
"Just..." Valic's smile creaked and he closed his eyes, "Do not associate yourself with those dirt mouths and their deceitful ways."
Sarajin gave a wordless nod and he didn't know why, only that it increased his discomfort.
There were no more words exchanged among their little gathering beyond Rai giving a melancholic "Hope you come back to visit" before the other three left down the elevator.
Valic then led the two back towards the entrance, as Sarajin just wanted to leave for now, feeling a little sick to his stomach.
Along the way though he finally got a look at the object at the very center of the city by sheer accident...
It was the only construct in the entire city that was made of wood. With yellow, brown and purple covering it, it was as tall as a person and box-like in shape. It had a small pointed roof and housed a pillow with a round indent in the middle. And sitting at the back of it...was the glass figurine of a wolf, whose presence left Sarajin feeling a strange tingling sensation through his body.
And it was not from his own spirit, but rather...the spirit of the power of Nature within him.
He let this feeling sit with him as they left the city behind, returning the rubber suits to Valic's possession.
Only a few steps away from the city Sarajin froze and looked out towards the scar on the planet. The sounds of the earth trembling could be heard this far out, as the scar very slowly but surely began to mend.
More and more he realized how small he was in this world...And how powerless he was to change it at the moment.
But his frown didn't hang as low as usual because of this cold hard truth. He glanced aside at Justek, who appeared rather grumpy ever since they left.
"I will admit..." Justek was the first to break the silence, adjusting his glasses and letting out a sigh, "I do not know if that was a demonstration of his genius, or the world's greatest bluff..."
Sarajin silently tilted his head and left his friend to explain his reasoning, "Did you sense anything amiss with his story?"
He slowly shook his head and said in a rather exhausted tone, "N-No?"
"And therein lies the problem, doesn't it?" Justek put his arms against his chest, "Now who can say who is telling the truth, and who is lying?"
Sarajin waved his hands down and said, "J-Johnathan wouldn't lie!"
"Do we really know him well enough to make that claim?" Justek pinched the side of his glasses and closed his eyes, "The fact remains that both sides' stories are currently at odds with one another."
"...S-So what are we supposed to do?"
"This is your mission, you need to figure that out," Justek nevertheless waved his hand around and suggested, "But one word of advice, you need to learn to speak up more."
Sarajin raised his brows as Justek remarked upon his displeasing behavior, "And don't tell me you can't."
"I-I know that, but..." Sarajin gripped the side of his arm and muttered, "I was just...scared."
Justek crossed his arms, glanced aside towards the scar and then tapped his fingers atop his elbow. He followed up by letting out a sigh and shook his head.
"Even still..." He looked at Sarajin and had somewhat of a smile to show, "Had you not gotten us out of there at that moment, I may have taken that man's head off."
Sarajin's head was uplifted by an expression of curious wonder, leaving Justek scratching the side of his head, "You're stronger than you believe you are."
Then he proceeded to gesture his hand aside and murmur, "Though whether it's cause of bravery or just another manifestation of your ignorance, I don't know. Honestly, it's enviable how much of an enigma you can be at times..."
Hearing his friend say all that helped Sarajin relax a bit and sort out his thoughts. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, then let his hands hang at his sides like a pair of low swaying pendulums.
"We need to get more of the story from both sides," He said with a bit of confidence starting off, "I-I think that's the only way we'll be able to start reconciling their differences."
"Well, alright..." Justek hesitated to agree, "We should start with Johnathan then."
"Ok. I just hope he won't get mad we went to Pulsa Minoria," Sarajin then gestured to his friend and said, "Tomorrow then?"
"I could use some decompression right now, so sure."
"Well...it's still pretty early in the day, want to make a detour to Tanglefae to relax with Carmine and Ividae?"
..." Justek rolled his shoulders and sighed, 的 suppose that does sound nice right about now.
So for now they put the events of Pulsa Minoria in the back of their minds as they made their way to the forest to relax.
But come tomorrow...The search for the truth of the feud between Oreore and Pulsa Minoria will begin.
Next Time: History Passed Down