Episode Ignis: Ravus Act 1: Reform. Gralea under Seize.
A/N- Gore and death related, you have been warned.
The trust issue is his concern. After malicious events happened in Altissia, the older prince was not certain how to feel for a sudden league with the retinue of Noctis. A visual evocative mind currently in development with the prince and retainers at the same compact room was unsettling. The oppress of massacre innocent lives of Lucis due to invasion led by Iedolas Aldercapt.
He, who stood center at the throne room of Regis, held the Ring of Legend and wore to obtain the power of a chosen one. Laughing menacingly in front of the father of Noctis and his beloved sister, along with protectors of Lucis.
Yet, the Yore rejected and cast a judgment upon his foolhardy action.
His sibling, Lunafreya, has told him many times and sacrificed her time and energy to forge a covenant with the Astrals. No matter how many times she convinced him, he believed Noctis was destined to be weakling. But his sister finalized directly to his face and folded she chose to fulfill her calling.
The desire that change of heart was Niflheim started to deteriorate. The delusional leader was failing and will be vanquished into a starscourge. Luna's health concerns him greatly. He was conventionally with Niflheim and directed the unit to hunt down his flesh and blood.
Gossip spreads, and the Chancellor lies. In secret, he refuses to hunt her. Instead, he ignored the orders, and he conceded to her wishes secretly. Supporting his dear younger sibling in the sky and taking her home. Despite Noctis spilled to him in Garrison, he was defending Luna. But little did he knows the prince have do not understand his family and action was contrary. Transporting his sister under the radar to Archean. It was a tedious travel at first, but he and Luna managed to execute her callings. Spending quality of time in Tenebrae, he shared the Intel with Maria, who is also a loyal retainer of Luna. But the residents didn't approve his own decision.
After the episode of Altissia upheaval: Tidemother, his goal was to protect his sibling. After failing to complete his tasks and roles, the high commander was adhered to death. Aborting his task by commanding fleet to withdraw. It wouldn't halt the man dedicated to his sister life than Niflheim determined to detain the god.
The audacity from Caligo Ulldor, having his own goal, was to kill his sister for the Ring. He failed. It was all thanks to Ravus Nox Fleuret, who unceremoniously took the reconsideration into his hands by reflecting to him.
Ignis also had an aristocracy to arrive his prince. With extra proficient skilled warrior, they cut through the soldiers in a swift, easy kill, especially verse on combat and analyze enemies' weakness. The man was talented in many aspects, leaving the prince of Tenebrae baffled. But it doesn't mean he have full support for the king.
Viewing the Shield disapprobation of deemed unworthy testament, the retainers, as the prince protected him by Ravus. Notable of his incredible strength and loyalty amuses him. How conspicuous to prove as a sworn shield.
Uncertainly of the fair and skinny blonde lad of theirs. Guaranteed he's not a Crownsguard adept. His affiliation is Lucis's citizens, pretty standard, perhaps a friend of Noctis. At least the kid is exceptional on bullet arts. Though, he seems oddly familiar to his eyes.
Hand of the King seem to be the man of dignitary and balancing the team. One of the luminary amongst the other, without the advisor, the team will collapse. Based on his observation, his loyalty, and devotion as solemn duty, not only the principal, he noticed the advisor consider Noctis a brother. The caretaker and remarkable prime result in the health of his prince beyond than his role.
The consequential as Ignis aiding will benefit a success rate to arrive before it's too late. His tactical arts was...eccentric and superlative. Especially cooking in mid-battle.
The two arrive. Only to witness her passing...
His beloved sister was stabbed. Wavering her final strength to heal Noctis before transcendent silhouette to the afterlife. The Oracle will never rest, neither shall the older prince.
He knows Noctis would never stab her, but furious consume him as Noctis failed to protect her. Anger and revenge was his heart filled his empty hole. Witnessing his mother Sylvia Fleuret burned and killed by Niflheim as Regis fled, ignoring the plea in his voice. In spite of the results, he fought against Ignis.
But Ignis quell him on a valuable point of his sister, ultimately guiding the king to save the star. She will sacrifice herself for him— duty to fulfill she accomplished. She wanted to save her brother too from doomsday. In the end, she loves Noctis, Ravus, and humanity.
He was right.
Granted, crushing his heart with someone he loved for Eos and him. Now, he stood in a room with the future king and his loyal retainers in his ship.
The boys greatly appreciate his help to save Ignis. After the reliable intel from these two, Ignis ascendant to use the ring and survived. It's something he can do to snap out of reverie and promise to his younger sister. He wanted to mend his actions from petty hatred scarred since. If he had left Niflheim for good, then it would result in a different path and support his sister as blood of the Oracle.
On the matter in his grasp was to reclaim what belongs to the prince: his dad valuable element to strengthen him. Sword of the Father.
Fleuret was assigned to impel his sister. Her fragile state and willpower was the Ring of Legend from her—in Iedolas' perspective proclaim the true king with the Crystal and Noctis' late father sword in his disposal. He required in Zegnautus Keep to return the rightful owner.
Actively sending the rescued Crownsguard to a safe location where civilization could aid them. His objective for now—going to return Gralea and save the citizens. A few special forces and commanders are on task to escort survivors as Ravus support the future monarch. It would be generous, then prior himself afterward with the equivalent of his homeland. Especially the fall of Niflheim, no doubt his home is no longer in incessant watch.
A few days ago, Ravus stood inside the cockpit, gazing through the window of his ship. The room was enveloped in darkness, with subordinates of Troops instructed by Ravus. The control room panels dimly glow, illuminating with blood red transparent buttons and labels of Lucis entire body pixalated. He set it as an autopilot. He recognizes the area in Lucis, which is Duscae. Gliding above Astral War aftermath years ago.
Ravus received an incoming call inside the cockpit. A few times untouched and left muted, he decided to accept the voice call after purposely ignoring for certain valid results of a person calling him would greatly dislike his objective.
"Where are you? We needed you hours ago! Why did you abruptly left your post?" An accent manly voice screeched.
"I will arrive shortly after dropping off. Calm yourself." Ravus appeased the man irate tone.
"I need you here, pronto. We need all the hands to take Gralean residents to safely. Aranea can not fend off these plasmodium malariae, and two of functional trains can not traverse without daemons and MTs blocking their path." The man critically explain the situation.
"MTs running rampant in Gralea?" Ravus questioned the commander. In his revelation that MTs are attacking Gralea.
"Yes, the Chancellor unleashed hell upon my homeland, he's never with us in the first place, that traitor deserves to be executed." Loqi hissed, his furrowed close and tightening muscle on his face.
"Understood, and your mission Loqi, did you acquire and escort her to safely?"
Loqi eyes fell around his surroundings. If anything is listening to his conversation. His mission was top-secret; a clarification of no presence beside him, he whispered to the Oracle. "Yes, she's safe. Where are your coordinates?"
"Under particular circumstances, I'm at Duscae, but I guarantee this important matter has a possibility to save your homeland."
"And what might that be?" Loqi said ominously.
Full well that Loqi has never agreed on terms with Lucis. Aranea has some sort of affiliation with Noctis and his retainers because of Ardyn circumstances. Without further ado, his stern face replied in a true and honest voice. "The True King of Lucis."
"The Lucis?! Why the—"
Ravus abrupt the call by hanging up the infuriating commander. His precision was aware of his resentment towards Lucis as he grew up. So he prefers in person after the next encounter.
He use the intercom to announce the boys they're heading to Lestallum within 8 minutes through a microphone. In brief notice, he wondered if it's wise to stay in contact with them. A proof that Noctis vanished to obtain power of Providence, perhaps it is a right choice to communicate.
Then again, he was skeptical if they willingly accepted his mediocre.
After heavy pondering and stationary in the dark for quite some time, he turned to the door where Gladiolus, Prompto, and rescued Ignis positioned. Metal floor steps of heavy cast boots he wore rubbing metallic steps, Alba Leonis locked his left belt on his holster flow by motion. He strolled to the door and unintentionally eavesdropping the boys. Hearing shifting noises, indicating movement and remaining condensation as curiousity leveled.
"...trust that scumbag say otherwise."
"Huh...huh. Wait, what?"
"You heard me."
"Well, if you insist to hug Ignis all by yourself, I won't tell."
"Pssh, yeah, I got him, don't worry, Prompto." A deep voice authorized his handling in petite galling of his friend humor.
"Okey dokey. Guess I'll be your shield again, eh? Behold! The Prompto specialty at your service!" a young and cheerful voice said.
"Hmph, not this time. You had your fun back there and never out of my sight again. You nearly got yourself killed."
"Look, jus' the only card to play on deck, we have inact limbs and alive after shaking hands with some commander a 'Hey, friensies? Nada of badies from the big baddies? Okay, cool.' Yah, know. Don't blame me. What else are we supposed to do." Prompto strained his voice, somewhat intimidating and animosity on objection.
Gladio ejected a resignation sighed. He got a point. It could look uglier if they stick together inside a dangerous environment. Moreover, if they lose their ability on armiger linked with Noctis, then they're doomed either way. To their refute, the influence of crystal power is still operational, and they all survived.
"So uh, what about Ravus? Wonder if he's gonna be an ally to us. Since you trusted him that Iggy doesn't need a doctor." The garrulous voice chirpy and serious from Prompto.
"It's entirely up to him. In my opinion, he saved Iggy and us if he didn't offer us transport."
"Ya'know, I believed Ravus is not that bad in comes of choosing his own, fiddle me timbers, the captain kinda fantabulous for him in my eyes. Bizarre of him and scary." Prompto said, his voice risen with sarcasm and plain-spoken.
"You're 'fraid of him?"
"Pffft, Nah...well... didn't know his intention in the first place to have a change of heart. The look of his eyes after...losing Luna. Then helping us and Noct. A topsy-turvy in mere minutes." Prompto trailed off on the beginning of his sentence to comprehend an accurate argument. Mentioning a deceased which Prompto least favorite to affect anyone feelings towards someone they recently lost. Would be rather impertinent and ill manner.
Gladio tightened his lungs. He was breathless; losing his sibling must be painful. Prompto assumption is pretty keen for a kid to observe such hinged clues into one singular conclusion. He filled his lungs with air, and the room was wrapped in silence. Gladiolus was muted because of Princess Luna passing.
Ravus was dumbfounded. Overheard the two Retainers of Noctis have hopes in him. Sort of. The scumbag is a great way to define a Niflheim commander. Despite the cruelty and mass destruction of their homeland, it was not his choice. He was following orders (in a blue moon and anything except his sister from harm. Plus, petty.) and deranged leader pronounced to believe he was a True King.
Fleuret activated the panel to unlock the door and invited himself. To their surprise, Prompto nerving glared at high commander, and Gladiolus stood staring back, anticipated upon the ex commander. Usually, his first instinct kicks in to defend their friend from enemies. Instead, the two only stared the man in high title rank clothing entering the room.
The Shield held the unconscious and injured Ignis in his arms. In front of him was Prompto, his chair cast aside from the far left. The tank stern face tense towards the high commander. Prompto pretty much waves delicately while wearing cumbersome coats of his comrade.
"Heyo, what's up, my man of the hour." Prompto said, ineptitude of Ravus with a slight grin.
Ravus remains reticent. He stopped his pace and examined the boys of Lucis. His eyes fallen to Ignis, who was comatose since they arrived from Zegnautus Keep to extract him. Since the sworn shield elaborates the current event was gospel, he will recover substantially. Certainly, he will awake from the aftermath, and rest and time will roll around.
The prince lay his eyes on the back side of vending curative shelf with cloths and water-resistant sheet. Staring concentrated at the property of his, Gladiolus spoke up and neutralized man's thoughts.
The tank assured him as Ravus' eyes glared at the mess. "That was me, my bad."
He nodded and eyes at the boys once again in silence. The blonde courage to say what Prompto would do to an 'ally'. Which Gladiolus knew Ravus would be taciturn and sullen. As his sister passed, he was out of the blue. The white-blonde haired man rises to the closest individual, which is Prompto, and pulls out a piece of folded paper from his metallic clawed hand, presenting his offering.
The blonde befuddled the unexpected surprise proffer by the high commander little bonus. He froze in place, eyes flung from consideration of high commander to the white poorly teared paper written with black pen revealing number ends with 83 while the rest is concealed.
"My contact." Ravus managed to say after docile interactions. Stiffened and tense, he observed the kid that threw his glance to the shield.
The tank stood without his jacket and revealed muscular builds and tattoos. Ravus noticed he probably given the lad his jacket after passing the grave of Glacian. He held the unconscious tactician, though the tank title was nearly close with the prince; a shield for the king. His hands were full. Hence why Prompto relies on the one who is in charge, a Crownsguard.
The perturb silence filled the compact room. The only sound was the ventilation, churning ship movement, and Ignis steadily breathing.
A waste of my time. Expected. I ought to understand if you decline my offer and over with this. Ravus thought.
Fleuret doubtful eyes met to the black interior wall, turned his head away, knowing he had already gotten his answer despite only 10 seconds. Nearly crumbled the petite paper in a ball. It didn't happen because—
"Awww yeah, Gladdy! He's all yours!" Prompto teased as he snagged the paper in instant. The mischievous grinned emerge as the sharpshooter stuffed the paper into Gladio's jacket with no remorse.
"Prom, you're lucky my hands are full." Gladio retorted.
He turned his entire body to the brute, gesturing that he couldn't lay his hands on him, leveling his tone from high cheerful himself to moderation because Ignis was sleeping. But he remained undisturbed and fast asleep during their conversation. He was definitely out for the first time. The tactician tends to wake up from disturbance or slight noise to alert the man from the bed.
"Hey, my huge organ already fluttered with butterflies because Cindy pulls the strings from my heart."
Gladio snorted. He ignored the little man fantasy he filmed in his head and eyed the high commander. His face expressing was neutral, shifting comfortably for his unconscious comrade in his arms and drew close. Stepping close behind Prompto, he gestured his head to Ravus.
"What'd you do after this?"
It was... surprising to say from the man he assaulted and called him weak, insulting, and humiliated in the Fortress. He remained stationary, loosened, and lowered his arm, holding out the paper as soon as Prompto grabbed the paper. His inner self struggles to interpret his thoughts into words. Lowering his head and slowly lifting to meet the retainer king Shield eyes.
This awkward stare down begins to bother Prompto as he sidesteps away from these two weirdos. Glimpsing the two back to back, seeking an answer. Or perhaps, another question. Or he can jump in!
Eventually, Ravus nodded in centimeters without making a full intent. "To accept my peace."
What he was referring to was the loss of his sister, which was too great, even for a sibling. A mutual understanding if anything happened to his sister, Iris, hell, the feeling of loss in accordance with.
"I understand," Gladio acknowledged the man in white Imperial rank. "Just don't do insolent that involve harming for now on.
Ravus gently nodded, discerning the units of Lucis, putting aside his burden and refusing to get distracted. Heedful what to say, he is still unaware of them. "Do not fret. My intention is unnecessary. Since my sister passed, she relentlessly sustained herself for your King. Now, as blood of the Oracle, without the princess, I must return to Tenebrae and rebuild."
"You do what you gotta do. I'm sure Ignis would be incredulity to hear this from you. Save our asses big time and get this imbecile somewhere away that shitty hell. Heck, couldja' take my number, too."
Ravus begins the feel of skeptism and rejection flooding his thought diminishes as he hears the two Crownsguard realize the revamp he attempt to quality on his behalf. The bitterness over years as he was young against Lucis dwindled into the past, and he struggled to pinpoint his actual feelings. He nodded, literally elevated his head up and down to make it transparent, remarking the shield decision.
Gladiolus gestured his head forward, enabling the blonde to exchange numbers. So Prompto pulled his phone from his jacket and sprang to life. Bright and glare from the phone as he revealed Gladio contact. Ensure the pragmatic mutual understanding, he stares briefly and keeps a mental note by nodding his head once after collecting his contact and sighting the boys once again.
"Hey, so uh," Prompto interrupted after accepting the small white paper. The high commander and tank descry to the blondie. "Does this mean we're friends?"
Ravus didn't reply as he was prop in place, emotionless and menacing.
"A bit early donjathink?" Gladio interjected, raising an eyebrow to Prompto sudden haphazard questioning to a recruitment.
"I'm just asking, man. We just got off at the wrong road, yah know..." Prompto eats one's word as he retracts his bearing and stands. The brute that held Ignis close to his bare chest observed the high commander clothing. "So no more of Imperials, right?"
Ravus nodded. He approves the shield and gladly provides answers to him and the lad inquiry. "Yes. Emperor Iedolas Aldercapt was pronounced dead. My speculation is that he became a daemon. There was an outbreak that the facility failed to contain." Becoming an audience to the Crownsguard, he raised a brow, actually. Despite the flat, expressionless face that he constrict himself.
"I assume the Chancellor is dead since you successfully rescued a friend of yours and Noctis to obtain power of Providence." He pointed out as he loll backwards.
Prompto and Gladiolus exchanges glance in muted comments. Their face was obviously shown doubtfulness and concerned. Gladiolus assuage the only factor that caused the reputation the cold and bitter war was because of him.
"Should we tell him?" Prompto stated, surmise the situation happened in Zegnautus Keep, where the crystal and video they broadcast themselves as spectators. Ravus surely deserve the vital information.
Gladiolus nodded to Argentum for approval.
Under the scrutiny came to a close when Gladio cleared his throat, not too harshly, and initiated to Fleuret. "Ardyn last name isn't Izunia."
Fleuret remains neutral, but that will change after hears the news.
"His real name is Ardyn Lucis Caelum. He's a descendant of Noct from two thousand years ago. The one you work with."
Well, knowing the true statement from the retainers of Noctis. He never liked the man. In utter shock, he never blinked, not once for the past 20 seconds. His face tightening, vexing, eyebrows furrowed close, angers his very soul. But he remained his temper. His voice repressed, and there was no necessary reason to outburst furiously.
"The scum to Eos...treacherous vile. I should've known, awakening the Ushers and advocate—" Ravus paused. Throughout his time with Niflheim, he began putting pieces together.
The assaulted of Tenebrae as a young prince he was. Ardyn existed before the invasion, as to say. Aware of his presence, the bloody war and walls created isolation between nations. A once kind and strong King, Iedolas Aldercapt, was until a corruption. Ardyn has influenced the man to believe power, legends, abilities, ruler to Eos...
Eternal Life.
Ardyn was the one who caused the attack of Insomnia by deceitful and vendetta with the help of Iedolas Aldercapt and Verstael Besithia. The result was driving them into madness. He underestimates the clown. Working alongside the one who is related to Lucis Caelum all these years.
He shot a glare to the boys and finally blinked. His face says many aspects, quizzical and demanding more spoils. He continued where he left off while Crownsguard eyes were locked in place. "How do you learn of this veracity?"
"We learn this from footage we found in the cameras. We, as in he did." Amicitia gestured his head to Prompto, who was praised.
"I mean, we defs need a map. You should at least give us blueprints, but we found something five times better. Kinda lost for a while, and the walls I've seen have A-0 and uppers. We ended up on...dunno, second? It's obvious the heavy load carries from the first floor." The sharpshooter finished his sentence and took another breath.
"So I figured A-01 is the cargo bay. Which stuff goes in and out. There were videos that we managed to access that definitely led us to the central elevator of A—Er..." Prompto halted. He noticed Gladio and Ravus silently judged his knowledge of his surroundings inside the ridiculous ones forbidden Lucis to step on foot.
He probably said too much. So he swallowed nervously. Ravus, however, was keen to identify how talented the kid was. Also familiar. "You seem like the placement on the back of your hand. I was mistaken of you a nuisance, after all."
"Give him credit, at least. And also a proud Crownsguard like us, too." Gladio added.
"Uh—yeah! Yeah, I'm a hunter who hunts for bounty, plus a bunch of ware and engineering are my favs. Proud of Lucis!" Prompto said in a highly strung tone. He looks away from the high commander to Gladio with a strange grin.
Ravus was scrutinizing at Prompto for quite some time and eventually decided to dismiss the gunslinger. Returning the commentary of Ardyn. He exhaled through his nostril and his face woefully. For the first time, the blood of the Oracle shows sympathy of the dire situation. The man who was kind and strong. Niflheim has changed him entirely.
"I apologize." The stubborn years of spite and hatred for Lucis has evaporated and condolences the boys. The man who is extremely headstrong of his actions by Adagium, who deceived the entire nation, to be exact.
It was the first time, ever, inflexible of his sincerest submission. He nailed it. A tad unfortunate he didn't entail all the explicit. Because they witness their own eyes. In his thought, he experienced betrayal by the impersonator, Ardyn—Regis abandoned him to protect Noctis, so Ravus believed he left them to the hands of the empire. But he hoped Luna appreciated his new intention—allies with Lucis once again. To forge the treaty by his own and Royal consultants, which is the trio.
Prompto motioned his hand to rub the back of his head. The corner of his lip twitched, and his voice penetrated after the man beg-pardon. "Oh, wow... Gee... I mean, no biggie! Sometimes, it's beyond our control. We should be thanking you for helping Noct and Iggy."
"He's right," Gladio acknowledged his friend as he invited himself in and resumed. "You're not accountable on these ruthless ordeal. We're all humans who are trying to survive till the end. We move forward as one step to begin with. Thus, you helped us—we owe you big time."
"Uh huh! Y'know, it's pretty lit as we work together, and I owe ya for saving us against those freak of nature." Prompto reminded Ravus his huge help securing both of them back to his ship safely with trust laid on Ravus was phenomenal. After a long time, bitterness finally subside to see the good people, accurately to them.
Since Ravus spared the trouble and time to aid Ignis, the gratitude of acknowledgment on his assist, he nodded lucidity, appreciated the Crownsguard, and earned his respect.
Ravus eyes dropped from Gladiolus to his arms, Ignis, who remained unfazed during their conversation. Ignis didn't twitch or show any improvements; presumed exhausted from long enduring battle or marred interference punishing him furthermore. "Any signs?" he lowly asks.
Gladio was surprised he was concerned for his health. Prompto walked to Ignis, and eyes brows begin to descend. He held Ignis left hand dangling while his right draped around his abdomen. His head kicked back and motionless. Clutching softly with both hands, warm and soft, any significance of sensation or respond.
Prompto shook his head, frowning, and glanced to Ravus. "Nada... Gladio told me he's gonna be alright?"
Ravus nodded for affirmation. "Yes."
"Hey, uh, since you're an Oracle, derive from 'who knows Astral's sake' can you try and heal him?" Prompto hesitantly asked, gesturing to his unconscious strategist.
Ravus doesn't have any of the supernatural powers his sister boasts, as only women can be Oracles. Wished he could and save his sister from her body failing. "I'm afraid women are only ones who are able to." He examined the two Royal Retinue. He's curious that they're also Glaives that are linked to the crystalline power. "Are you able to cast cure?"
"Would be super duper siiiiick badass awesomeness to warp, I would definitely dose Iggy with all my mana poured to my buddy, but I don't." Prompto inferred, gently lower his grasp embrace, and turned to Ravus with a huge disappointment.
"We can, but only to ourselves. We can perform first-aid, but it'll leave us vulnerable." Amicitia mentioned.
"Uh huh, Glaives with magic affinity can execute cures, shield, and offensive spells on all levels." Prompto included benefits of Kingsglaive.
"King Regis, with the Ring and Crystal at the spot endowment for warriors' power for our monarch. We were given an aptitude to support the prince. Our powers linked to Noct." Gladiolus explained, shifting Ignis comfortably close to him.
"But," Prompto jumped in to fill out details. "We still managed to control our power without Noct, and the crystal magic disappeared. Couldja' elaborate, bud?"
Gladiolus shrugged, perplexed on specific unexplained faculty magic. To Gladiolus understand, he recalled Noctis pleaded the crystal, the ring, and the bloodline. Certainly, Noctis is not able to control the crystal potential and influence its divinity, who was titled as prince. Can he?
One of the troopers of Ravus entered without consent and rose to the prince. He held out a black tablet with strong light up. He examined the device handed to him and looked at the boys in black, contemplating their movement.
"Your destination has arrived. Although, to hide from the public eye, I stationed in front of the tunnel." Ravus announced, calm tone appease the room. "Unfortunately, I can not aid any further—I am directed high-priority elsewhere."
Ravus rises to the panel and addresses the docking bay to open. After tapping the number panel and the light from red to green. The ear piercing noise as the wind picked up and tangible to bear. Decompression halted as fresh air flooding in, circulation inside the ship escaped. The beautiful afternoon light crack and shed the illuminating room with a sheen natural source.
Prompto and Gladiolus nodded in unison as the two strolled to the extended bridge as the ship leveled to ground level. Amicitia exited steadily, balancing himself because of the extra weight of his unconscious strategist. Planted their feet to solid ground than sensation of constant churning. They spotted EXINERIS before the ship slowly descended. Prompto follows behind, carefully not to trip or actual clumsiness on the hot scorching road.
Ravus punch the code again as the bridge begins to ascend. He noticed Prompto turn around and waved genuinely to Ravus as bid farewell.
"Thanks, broski!"
The bridge completely shut. The room return the lighting and air circulation functioning as Ravus stood quietly at the vacant room. He couldn't stop staring at one particular spot, which is Prompto waving to the high commander morale smile and voice.
... ...Broski. Ravus thought tentatively about new alias.
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A few hours elapsed, and Ravus initiated a full conduct of Magitek engine blasting the ship speed phenomenally. He stood inside the cockpit with subordinates piloting and analyzing threats nearby. He managed to sped across the sea and arrive above Tenebrae.
He took a quick glimpse of his homeland through the large map displaying on the table. There were lights, civilians intact, safe, and sound. Which was a relief to him that what was left of him was his home. He lost many people he cared for and prevented any loss bloodied his grasp. The High Commander dialed the touch screen to switch monitor and transition to Gralea.
In about 10 minutes, with agile and acceleration boost initiated in his ship, he waited. Blood of the Oracle, the Prince of Tenebrae, refuses to tolerate Gralean residents suffering the disease alone. Just as patience and plotting his own run to support Gralean residents, a display popped in as incoming call. He flung his attention to the table. Since he's alone without disturbance or complicated matters, he accepted the call.
"Where were you?!" Loqi hissed, his face was vexed, and appeared the face cam.
"I have urgent personal business to attend; a source to save your home, Loqi Tummelt. But I am heading to your destination at six." He said calmly despite he understand his rage of absence.
"Lucis, huh? I would eliminate you by my hands if Niflheim hasn't ended." Loqi peeved the prince of Tenebrae decision and resumed his chat. "But evacuate the residents, now."
"Status." Ravus was unnerved the threats from Loqi. Yes, he was resentful when Ravus failed his attendance on their plays they established: turning against Niflheim. Uncertain about Loqi, his allegiance for Niflheim remains, but his concern is Gralean residents. Knowing their devious plans, the empire unleased daemons around Gralea and Ardyn encourages the higher ups to create a super weapon that will possibly cause Eos in ruins.
He heard Loqi sighed disgruntled of the commander demeanor. But it's not the time to express his exasperated window and cooperate by loading out information. With the few clicks of Loqi side, he submitted statistics of Gralea. It reveals survivors of 44%, and daemons conquered and disturbed parts of the Gralea population. The screen displayed on his diagram table that it discovered train A has less than 10% survivors fled. (9.2%) Properties reveal that North and West of Gralea stations are not available due to outbreaks, and people have vanished.
"One train managed to escape early during your absence, but there are train B and C stationed and collecting the remaining fleeing resident at this dire minutes. Miss Aranea can not fend off daemons and two come what may."
Ravus nodded, flung his gaze to the sided screen beside Loqi in-call, and directed his ship to the specified location. The radar detects numerous movements and heat signatures. Heading course to Southeast. With the few taps on the screen, the ship swayed slightly to the southeast. While tapping the screen, Tummelt took note of his action. Willingly help Loqi and his homeland. They're not friends, but Ravus refused to passerby of lives taken by plasmodium malariae.
"Understood. On my destination at thirty seconds."
"I will get these vile creatures in the sky off your back. I expected nonetheless from blood of the oracle." Loqi said.
Ravus remarked on his approach by ignoring his statement. He began assembling the bridge docking open after countdown. Dialing automatical docking bay release as it begins from 15 seconds. Taking a quick glance to Loqi, who was still in call, he said in a calm tone that no one would have seen his nature.
"I am here to save lives," Ravus sternly said, slowly strolling to the hydraulic door and finishing off his sentence. "—for my sister wishes."
He exited, abandoning Loqi in-call as he observed the Oracle left him. He hung up by himself. Fleuret entered the spacious room where the face-down shelf curative remained. Since there's no MTs around to unleash on Noctis in his retainers, it's actually nice without complied with other desired objectives. The bridge descends, revealing the chaos of Gralea.
He strolled to the bridge and grabbed a metal structure pipe as he synchronized Gralea. As expected, the airborne numerous daemons, MTs dominated streets, depredation of its creation—razing the major city. He acknowledged that dreadnaught managed to erase a few while the Crownsguard was saving their friend. He estimated five. There was Train B and C stationed, lights on couple streets, train was lively and remain posted, station seems to be slightly packed with fearful civilians, and troopers provide guidance. A horrid daemon appeared on his left side of the ship, releasing a sonic screeching, attempting to latch itself.
It did, causing his ship to churn slightly due to impact. The spider-like wings dug into the metallic ship and began crushing it with inhuman strength. He held the pipe tightly with his mechanical arm and analyzed the abomination. It saw Ravus and hissed, socket eyes empty, seeping with malice and dread. It was aiming its large disgusting head to peck inside the docking bay, but Ravus was unfazed.
Be that as it may, he was waiting.
As the menace was winding up to thrust its large disfigured beak into his ship, a strong slice sound penetrated the creature. The energy of Magitek unravels the strong beam, and the dreadnaught eradicated the daemon halfway above his ship. The menace unanticipated release after its life was taken by dreadnaught and free falling as it began to dissolve into nothingness.
Because of thwarting the ship pinpointed location going off course, he needs to perform his own decision. The ship was leaning right obstreperously, and his location was skipped. Without hesitation, Ravus impulsively leaped off, skydiving at a few kilometers. His arms expanded both sides to deploy at his own risk. The gravitational wind rubbed his hair harshly and flatten his cheekbone. Narrowing impact on highway bridges connected expansively around Gralea. Although, several passages were burgeoned with sudden ignition. 20-30 story tall building exploded and fragments of rubble cast upon the street.
His clothing defied gravity as he plummeted to a nearby street. He gathered his stamina and strength as he landed on his feet on solid ground, unscathed. Creating an earthquake and shattered concrete for smashing and freshly made Ravus-styled debris, slowly rising, unsheathe his rapier: Alba Leonis, his right good hand into combat.
His objective is to evacuate civilians.
Immediately, he analyzes his surroundings. Based on patterns and layout, he's in a street beside 10-story tall buildings. Sprinting through the alleyway, he pursued outside the road and spotted people fearing of their lives at the end. Families in terrors and screams filled the streets as they tried to flee a daemon, chasing a handful of innocents. A Uttu unleashed tarantulas and released thunder spells. Mothers hurriedly picking up their children to their arms and fathers allow their wife and kids in front for protection. Ravus hustled to the enemy, channeling his strength on his mechanical arm and smashing the ground. The shock-wave blasted and erupted. Causing the mini menace eradicated where it stood. Fleuret regained his bearing and slipped into a defensive stance. Impeded between daemons and people.
The daemon Uttu snarled, crawling 8-legged creatures crept closer as Ravus mumbled vulgarly under his breath. So Uttu attacked, spin its web into the building, and slung itself to Ravus. The high commander bearing his rapier to his front, channeling power to his weapon, and waited. As soon as it hit him, he countered the attack, mechanical arm energy pulse blasted, and deflected with remarkably launched Uttu over the building. Pulsing energy from his mechanical arm was his counter play. It screamed in dismay, particles escaping its body as it evaporated into dust.
He glanced behind him, viewing residents out of range and reaching the rail, leading to the train. Looking forward, he proceeded his duel against the scourge. A few tight alleyways, as he cut through, meeting back to the road, and checked his current location, he encountered Wraiths. Two to be accurate. No doubt, there are no friendlies, so he spun his first move. A flurry of attacks on one Wraith on the right as the other ominously levitate towards Fleuret. Exposing its chest and pierce to the Oracle with red bloodied fleshly spears. Ravus oscillated, evasive maneuver in instinct as he countered the attack with his mechanical arm burst of shock-wave to its face. It flew forward and landed on its back.
Ravus executed the vulnerable Wraith by finishing off its misery with a swift and powerful blast from his left. As it began to dissolve, the right embraced—stretching its horrid arms to Ravus. Flexible and precise, he held his rapier to counter Wraith. Countering and successfully retaliate the attack by channeling his power to his stance. It was the same fate with Uttu as it glided miles across the 10-story building.
He encountered piles of...unfortunate souls who didn't make it out on time, dying as it decayed on the abandoned road. Numerous clothing scattered on the darkening floor; tint of ashes, and its remains. Shoes flipped over, jewelry shines by street light with couple functioning to have a slight clarity, and gruesome targets that ended up worst case he didn't want to even think about it. Some were killed by multiple blades and, well, slice and dice.
Guts and organs prop on the ground, decaying as flies made its meals. Knowing the facts that irregular cuts were made no other than MTs, as he analyzes a few meters on the left, was broken warriors, laying lifelessly of metal scraps scattered around the street. They're assassins Magitek troops. He assumed the battle with MTs and Daemons took place here, and civilians were caught in the crossfire.
"...help...me..."
To his right, he briefly gaped but shut. 8 feet away, the figure was facing the floor. His odd colored eyes examined the man with a black shirt, crawling towards him slowly, pleading. The man entered the street light to reveal...punishment worse than death he describes. His left face seeped with putrid purplish blue, veins pulsing and proliferated through the victim body. The man shed a tear on his right hazelnut eyes as the left black-orange dilating erratically.
Ravus did not hesitate to approach the corrupted man, sheathe his rapier, both knees buckled, resting his right arm on his knee to balance, and frowned. The man is truly dying and mere moments to evaporate. The man extended his arm, implored.
It is rather unfortunate, Blood of the Oracle, only female are successor than male. If he has the ability to heal people from scourge. The high commander has urgent business to help the retainers. If he chose to help the commanders, evacuate the citizens, confront the Emperor, then it'll result in a different possibility.
Ravus tilted his head down slightly, speaking lowly to the man. "My condolences, if I arrive early, you would been spared..."
The man voice became faint and rugged. "P-please...I...don't...want to..."
Before the man adjure the stranger, the citizen dissolved without warning. Melted into the road, black particles fled from his remains. The clothing ceased and left without the previous owner. The man left unspoken words—no promises, the man break off before capitulated by the scourge.
Ravus closed his eyes, praying the man to the afterlife. Knowing the curse of starscourge, the humans transformed into horrifying creatures. But Ravus paid his respects. "May you rest in peace."
Ravus reeled his back and knees straight. Poor souls of Gralean residents. They, too, do not deserve a similar havoc around Eos. Insomnia and Tenebrae. Accordo is likely to obey their rule without violence. Examining the pile of clothing and shifting to the 4 way road. Unsheathe his Alba Leonis and pursuit to aid more civilians.
Taking a turn on the road, he encounters another family in peril. A mother, father, boy, and younger girl panicking from a creature. The mother tripped, clutching her younger daughter with her and becoming vulnerable. The father and son tried to encourage her to rise and run, but the daemon were within feet. Alerted, Ravus rushed to their aid.
They were escaping a Red Giant. The red menace held its scorching weapon high above its head and plunged to the innocents. Fleuret, in a nick of time, he countered the hit and repelled the Giant attack. Forestall the creature attack with his body and strength. The lava hatchet clash into a fire hydrant and set the pressured water free, waxing the area of range in a prodigious length. It backtrack its footing and growls at the living being.
Ravus held his Alba, extending his weapon defensively. Rain cast above and steam from the heated hatchet glaze the area with mist. As Ravus was motionless, eyes furrowed at the daemon as the mother was petrified and breathing erratically. Noticing her mother having a panic attack, the daughter exhibition expressing was stunned and awed of Ravus heroic appearance. But she was screaming for her mother's life and fear. The father and son halted and raced to his beloved, kneeling on both knees, embolden her shock.
And Ravus silently glared in judgment, contemplating the Red Giant as it stood sinister to the Oracle. Thinking profanity words in his thought as he cursed himself mentally. How dare the creature harmed innocent people with family to their demise. A daughter and mother, deep in his memory, he was helpless—his mother was slain before his sore, tearing, vengeful eyes. His younger sister—as a chosen Oracle, and she relentlessly sustained herself for the star and her brother. Tragedies of her memory beckoning of pain and agony. He failed to save the ones he loved. Granted, he will never forgive the cruel world he was born in the star.
And so, he conflicted the large menace and bashed into the minacious, highly common all daemons of flurry attacks with his rapier. The Giant began a flurry attack of its own. He evaded the multiple swings from the Giant, soon tired out, he leaped onto its weapon. Clashing his mechanical arm into his blade to enhance his weapon into a long masamune. Balancing on the hatchet and rushing in, climbing its arm rapidly, and slice the entire buff menace.
The Red Giant stumbled, knees buckled, dazed, and vulnerable. The man in white commander coat launched himself and punctured to its face with a massive enhancing blade. The power so beyond superhuman that it cut clean through its head, but of course it's tougher. The Red Giant regain its footage and glared and hurl its hatchet where the Oracle stood, but Ravus was too quick as he high leap out of harm's way. Using his electric power into a ball in midair, he toss to the Giant and perform his unique arts: Octoslash. The menace kneels, beginning to melt away, miasma of pool faded into a black substance pool and vanished.
He regained his stance, inhaled, and exhaled soft whimper. His strength falters to take a toll, but minor. But it'll suffice until he's dead. He steadfast his pace to the family and halted his traction. Allotting space and the father managed to control his wife asthma panic attack and provided her inhaler. While the heath crisis was averted, the daughter of the family, in her white dress and dirty blonde hair, she rose to Ravus and bowed.
"Th-thank you, sir." She stuttered under her shaky breaths. She was still afraid after the assault of Red Giant.
The father scrambled to his feet and held his daughter's hand, and bowed as well. "M–my sincerest gratitude I will never forget, thank you!"
Ravus stood, emotionless and stiffened. People have appreciated his actions, but should be another time as Ravus gestures his left mechanical arm to the train station.
"Go," He replied calmly while scanning his surroundings and directly to the younger daughter gentle smile.
The father nodded quickly and lifted his younger into his arms as the wife slowly rose to her feet with older son supporting her. The four retreated to the sidewalk, leading to the train station as Ravus observed. As soon as they're out of sight, Fleuret traveled through the pitch black street. The lights have lost its power, but it wouldn't stop the man.
Sprinting through the crashed cars collided accident roads, voided of life, broken headlights, vandalized buildings, freshly made debris—compared the sight he witnessed that daemons nesting and ravaging in the city while citizens already fled to the train station. The majority of the population succumbed to the disease and fate upon the innocents. The metropolis was rather... dereliction of absolute havoc. A handful of citizens lived in compartments because the North and West sides of Gralea were in a quarantine zone due to an outbreak linked from Keep. The street was plain, filthy of litter, wreckage, fugly architecture, and unsophisticated taste.
Ravus pity Grealean citizens to live the environment of miasma main root testing diseases. Reviving Solheim Magitek into their image of former glory.
Taking a sharp turn, he converged on a plaza. A water fountain and benches...well, what was left of the fountain was replaced by rubbish of its actual design. He spotted defected MTs, and it marched clumsily towards him with its axe. He landed a strike as always. Scoping their behavior beginning to malfunction. As he is aware of the sudden transition, the creation of MTs was scourge and science, and the influence of plasmaodium intensified and reconfigured its purpose: to eliminate whatever stand its path.
There's no end to this madness. Ravus grimaced as he thought.
A creature flew at high speed. Multiple of abomination. He grew defensively, raising his rapier close, hastily glancing back and forth. The two-winged, many-eyed daemon slammed into Ravus' back without a warning. Assaulted his blindspot, where Ardyn blasted his daemonic power and sent him flying. He knelt to one knee, clutching his chest in a short duration, dismissing the nerve pain signaling his body. In instant, he raised his left arm, channeling to strike a lightning purple energy. It missed as the monster is quicker airborne.
He knew—the biological warfare that was used in the fall of Insommia. Ahriman, a school of seven, is considered dangerous in pack. A swarm hissed and hurled itself to Ravus. With fencing practice throughout his life, he evaded multiple enlarge medallion colored and soot colored creatures. Channeling his left arm as four hurtled at high speed.
Timing is key. He implemented a shock wave. Due to airborne daemon, his only intention is to stall the menace. The shock wave affected its 8-eyed monster temporarily. Ravus held his chest, breathing heavily, hustling to mask himself behind a detritus, vacant building.
Concealing himself, he managed to control his breathing to slow through his nostrils. Ahrimans buzzing noise wings zip by, snarling—one after another. And another flew by, searching for its prey. Two more. The last one. Then, the droning noise began to fade from his east. His chest and back pain registered, and he groaned. Leaning against the dry, gray, brick wall for support.
He uses his free hand and plucks into his satchel and pulls out a potion. Twisting the potion cap, making a petite pop. Consuming every drop of the green vial and unceremoniously slip through his fingers to the solid ground after use. Every fiber of his skin neutralizes the pain for now. Breathing through his nostrils, containing his rejuvenated nerving sensation. Nevertheless, he trotted across the rubble and stepped outside the road. Into the subject matter, waiving his injury oversight his own health.
Suddenly, a vibration in his hidden inventory, which was his phone. Unsheathe his Alba Leonis, he picked up the phone immediately as he scanned his area of range.
"Lord Ravus, I surveyed a scan, and there are no more civilians left in the city. You must aid Aranea in the train station to let people board in." Loqi instructed the Oracle through statics.
Ravus growled as his response for clearance in agreement. "Who released the biological weapons into Gralea?"
"Who do you think?" Loqi voice was hostile on sudden rise of his voice. "The damn Chancellor. He kept us out from the Keep, but Aranea break in when it suddenly release its lock-down. Izunia have an audacity to gloat the Emperor deceased and release hell on my homeland."
"And I must ask," Loqi resumed as Ravus contemplated his surroundings for surprise attack as he hustled through the cracked and shattered sidewalk. Strolling across the 10-story building with a couple of rooms light up. "How did you prosecute through the facility?"
"The secret entrance. I owe someone for a trade. We must create reconciliation if you cooperate." Ravus repeated his statement beforehand in his Assault Craft.
Loqi let out a doubtful laughter. His eyes went off screen as he was changing course to eradicate army of daemons on sector three. He didn't reply to Ravus demeanor. So he stuffed his phone into his conceal pocket and intentionally left Loqi in call. Eventually, Loqi hung up, so he resumed perishing airborne daemons and large targets. Surveillance is the last scene of Gralea. Nevertheless, the prince strives to the latest destination.
Not breaking a sweat engaging monsters of the night. One Ahriman was lurking and detected Ravus presence. Without a thought of its life, it aimed from above. Ravus halted his pace and unsheathe his Alba Leonis, using his mechanical arm to sharpen and enhance the blade with Magitek power. Before it decides to attack, Ravus cleaves the monster in half. Raising high, above his head, and swung downward with masamune like energy. It thrashed and became immobilized and lifeless.
He pursued the task and resume his destination. Within less than 1 minute, he reached the rendezvous he was assigned or bear in mind. Observing his surroundings, he detected Train B. As he concludes, train C is his right. Frantic people flee and aboard the train hurriedly. Troopers that actually function and not affected with strong aroma of miasma, gesturing people to the train as a few in fronts firing rounds on remaining Snagas.
He saw one Uttu tackled the Troopers from above and obliterated three with one nasty legs. Civilians rolled to the floor, shocked and panic screams. Without rest, Ravus was channeling his rapier with dark power and perforated Uttu where it stood. It begin to dissolve into particles as survivors picked themselves up to enter the train.
His ear picked up heavy footsteps and weight on the top roof of the train. He flung his direction—graceful and fierce, the best unit leer through her caged helmet. She twirled his spear vertically.
"Late to the party, aren't you?"
He tilted his head right and descry of the ex commandore. At top speed, her agility was proven useful as she landed beside Ravus behind his back. "At least let the girl know rather than leaving me in the dark." she cooed.
"Status," Ravus repelled the female commander humor and demanded concurrent events.
"My, aren't you bossy. Daemons were sprawling all over Gralea after the Altissia incident. My job was to clean up, but I saw Gralea under attack. I dismantled the diamond weapon they stored. Ardyn Izunia set it a launch sequence, but I took down the Magitek core." Aranea explained while she shifted her position, gesturing civilians into the train and resuming her sentence. "After that, daemons spawn everywhere in Gralea, even inhibit them on board—around the station."
Aranea remains her stance. "Managed to save some, one of the streets I was heading, but you called me and changed my plans and saved those boys instead. 'Bout time I got there, they're already gone."
Ravus nodded, clenching his rapier close as one of the Snaga slither through the firing trooper and eradicated the mini monster with one sweep. He strolled back to Aranea, sinking closely to her presentation. "There are consequences taken, per se. And I will atone my punishment, but the path to salvation for Gralea and the entire planet population lies to prince Noctis."
"Wow, you already befriended the Lucis, huh?" Aranea teased, smirking under her helmet cage.
"Now onto the matter," Ravus intercepted on Aranea playful mischief and resumed in a stern modern voice. He directed civilians to the available wagon as he spoke. "Who is the conductor?"
Aranea snorted, eyes pierced to Ravus stilled expression. "My best subordinates, Biggs and Wedge, who else? Both posted left and right train now, on standby at my command. I'm trying to delay those daemons as more civilians packed."
"How are the boys?" Aranea spoke up.
"Safe, my apologies for arriving late as plasmodium malariae arises."
Aranea finds it surprising that Ravus apologized on his behalf. She darn knows well he is a stubborn man with one goal. "Yeah, so 'preciate the extra hand and eliminate some in the city, charming. Good thing some soldiers were able to contain daemons from reaching the train. They were emerging around the station, and here I am after helping your request—just measly two stragglers."
Ravus' voice revolting spoken in odious character. Aranea stood side by side with the high commander. Observing a few more cautious residents piling into the train wagons. "Did it occur to you that the behavior of starscourge was at bay when you returned?"
She almost sprinted to the incoming Snaga and paused. Completely frozen in place, eyeing the Snaga that was eliminated and appalled short lived by a Trooper in six seconds after absorbing Ravus explanation.
"Hmph, now that you mentioned it," turning her feature, causing her scorpion like tail attached to her ponytail, moving slightly as she continued ominously. "They did. Honestly, there was a fleet of Snagas, giants, and gargoyles all around the corner. Can't sustain either provide cover for civilians in the city or covert them into safety, a.k.a, train station."
Aranea raised her brow, analyzing the commander wisdom and understanding the situation than her slaying for hours without rest. "You know something?" She inquired about the Oracle analysis.
The Oracle held his left arm and released an electricity dark energy on incoming Snaga. It melted, faded into nothingness. Lowering his arm, checking his 2 and 10 o'clock for more treason enemies, he examined Highwind awaiting answer based on her question. Completely unbiased, Ravus was going to announce the important Intel to the ex commandore until the flying daemon hissed above the gloomy midnight dusk. The two slipped into a defensive stance, airborne daemon lurking and calculating the monster next motive. The horror glide and failed to detect the train full of passengers.
Faultless people screaming frantically as the airborne daemons hissed. Three sky menace were occupied on the dreadnaught, attempting to latch itself. But it was futile cause of defensive protocol. Daemons emerging from the devastation city capital—Uttus, Snagas, Wraith, Skeletons, Reapers, and Ahrimans. Which Loqi statement no more life foams presented in the cityscapes, stalking its way to the train as a last resort. Which intended to attain more lives.
Ravus strolled in a rush as he ascended the stairs of train B. He directed Aranea as he entered the wagon and proceeded to invite himself in the conductor main control. "Another time. We have to go."
Highwind snorted, habitual personality of irate, but common sense that Ravus is factoring urgent endeavor. Glancing at the remaining Troopers. Aiming her arm to the trains. "Alpha C21, retreat and into train B. Alpha D15, train C, now."
Three troopers of C21 obeyed and motioned to the train third wagon. Four troopers marched to train C, wagon two. After collecting the rest of Gralean residents, Aranea high jumped above the right train wagon, Stoss Spear, in her grasp—glowing red magitek energy emanating and on one knee, glancing forward.
"Biggs, Wedge, get 'em movin'!" She authorizing her best subordinates in a pitched high tone.
"Oi! Yes, Mi'lady! Initiating thee engine." Wedge signaled as he yelled from train C.
"Ah 'batcha, Lady A! Mai at yer' command! 'Er passengers seat belts, we leavin' Gralea." Biggs yelled.
Both trains began to whistle through the vent tumultuous signs of being alive. Ejecting toxic fumes from the pipe as it began to move at standard pace. The fourth wagon on both trains, where the troopers began to poke its weapon and head outside and fired several rounds to keep daemons at bay.
Rounds of bullets fired as the train and daemons grew quite a distance from each other. The train speed picked up to a passable miles per hour. When close is clear, the troopers retreated and remain posted for defensive role.
Ravus silently accumulated the residents' worrisome voices, hearing the voices of civilians as he walked by calmly to his designated location.
"Our home..."
"Mama, where will we go?"
"Somewhere safe dear, the Keep, they have left us in a mercy of their own creation."
"It took my brother... the Magitek troops soulless red eyes... took my brother life... They...I..."
"The Astral have cast upon judgment of our beliefs, we are doomed since our very existence!"
"Gralea is no more than daemons new territory as far as I see."
"Sir..."
That voice was pinpointing at him as he turned around and saw a young boy rose to him. Sorrow and grieved, the boy with brunette hair and blue trousers eyed to Ravus purple and blue odd colored eyes. He paused and shifted his body, firmly stiffened.
"Thank you for saving us, commander..."
The prince simply nodded once. To reassure the kid and hope to best spread true title of his, he elaborated in gentle murmured to the lad. "Ex commander, the prince of Oracle, Ravus is my initial. Please, my initial would be prominent."
The kid nodded—frazzled, because the lack of sleep due to almost morning. Approximately 2 in the morning. He pardoned himself and continued to the control room.
He activated a door to enter, rose to Biggs standing, and flipped switches. The high and trusted subordinate glanced at Ravus and back to the complex buttons. "Lord Ravus, where er' we headin' to?"
There wasn't a place to call home. Gralean residents lost the entire fleet of daemons and home. Plus, the safest place he can assure is the solution that guarantees tranquility and secured. With additional people to proffer homes and benefit their trust to the commanders, Ravus and Aranea, he said in solemn voice of the grand unconditional leadership.
"To Tenebrae."
A/N—I dunno what to title this, would be a new story but it's like Episode Ravus? Anyway, bye. Time to write more of Ravus. The most underrated character and get less screen time and attention despite he's favor very much too.