Episode Ignis: Ravus Act 3: Blood of our Brothers.
The following 2 hours, the children in Ravus room departed to sleep in their own dorm. After the eventful experience in Gralea, the children slept with their dozing mother as the doctor checked in Ravus every 20 minutes. The Oracle followed his prescription to drink the potion every 10 minutes, and he felt recuperated from his burns and soreness. He asked the doctor the current time, and he answered about 5 in the morning. The train left Gralea 2 in the morning, so 3 hours passed altogether.
Ravus was persistent to rise and protect the train, but the doctor prohibited it because his health was more important than stressing his body. Besides, the train has been safe for the longest duration throughout the trip, especially troopers who are active and on duty. Fleuret reconsidering the fact that he is technically unable to combat without his left arm. The resource of unlimited power and unbelievable strength increases his durability to surpass dangerous consequential culmination.
The high commander closed his eyes unintentionally. In a sense, he took a nap. The doctor insisted on entering and prescribing the Oracle a reminder to consume his potion and left Ravus recommence his nap again. Additionally, after an hour elapsed, he changed Fleuret bandages. Fleuret was deeply asleep as the doctor changed his bandages. Ravus wasn't able to turn or change position after his abrupt awakening. He laid perfectly flat on his bed, right arm draped across his stomach, unnerved. The boy decorated the man with the blanket he delivered in case he felt chilly. The girl even grabbed more pillows from other beds for Ravus, which he declined, and one was enough.
The Oracle sleep was fitful on the cheap mattress and shaking movement of the train. Although, Ravus was knocked out for at least an hour due to exhaustion. After an hour, the constant churning alerted him several times. His boot camp experience of waking up in any incoming assault and entering combat. In his defense, if Lucian attempts to assassinate him in his sleep. Ravus felt like he didn't take a nap, yet the time quickly rolled around without noticing it. He blinked a couple of times, and his eyes and vision were glossy and impairment from lack of sleep.
His concern was the train without protection. He had enough slumber in spite of sleep after Altissia incident.
After blinking and a large yawn, he stretches his arm first. Lengthening his back to unbend the stiff muscles from sleep. He hurled his blanket aside. The recline bed guaranteed straightening his back and proper rest. He lifted his right shoulder to adjust the muscle. He begins to elevate himself by grabbing the top bunk bed. Throwing his legs off the bed, his eyes began to unclog of weariness to leer through the window, and he noticed the glorious sun crack above the horizon.
His ruffled hair, slightly burned layers and tips, luckily, his face wasn't seared off. He reached to his phone inside his hidden pocket, which is located on his left jacket above his chest. Struggling to get a hold of his phone without his left arm, he unzipped the hidden pocket and snag the phone. Bringing the dark screen with vivid back to life by the power button, he scanned the missing calls, which was Aranea. He assumed Highwind tried to contact the man several times before and after he was rescued, recorded, and a couple hours shut eye.
He gently pressed the buttons and called back Aranea. At ease, he dialed it with numerous typical practices as handicap, and it buzzes. He held above his ear and heard the phone picked up after two rings.
"Damn, I thought you're dead. Tried to call you many times and can't believe you didn't pick up for a girl." Aranea haphazardly said with subtle teasing.
"I'm fine," Ravus affirmed his status, vocal was dry from dehydration, slightly masking details, and continued. "I lost my arm as the result, but the train is in safe hands."
"Huh, sacrificing your hand for safety, right?" Aranea wittyness rubbed Ravus part of speech. The Oracle didn't have any comment because it was clever to say.
"Anyhow, my train is already at Tenebrae, Loqi sent my assault craft on my way and escorted her to safety. The tough guy remained in Gralea, finishing off the massive invaders with all he got. He really didn't want to abandon his home, but he reported that the scourge had significantly decreased after you arrived. It's kind of suspicious." Aranea explained, hearing the background from the other side of the train whistle loudly. Crowded people murmuring and happiness of light and sanctuary.
"I see. To answer your question, there is ample time that I must confess. The Chancellor identity—the traitor is related to the Lucis, after all. It was all thanks to the retainers of Noctis Intel." Ravus declared.
Aranea didn't reply after the spoils Ravus displayed. He could imagine her expression of disgust, detestation, animosity, etcetera. He heard her wincing through the phone and snarled as a response.
"Pfft, I never liked that man anyway. I'm so glad I signed a resignation after the fall."
"The boys discovered a log that exposed the two-faced played us all." Ravus concluded the truth. Regardless if they search for the footage, he believed the retainers approach. In retrospect, Aranea had a neutral relationship with those boys and Noctis, so there is no further reconciliation process.
"And may I ask to conceal the information between us and the retainers." Ravus whispered towards his phone.
"'Kay, Biggs informed me he's ranging in. In about ten minutes, he told me the whole story. I know you lose more than your arm." Aranea announced, nonchalantly accepted Ravus little secret, the background of waterfall and voices can be heard.
Ravus recalled the doctor briefly explained Biggs immediately asked for aid to safely secure him for medical attention. He completely forgot that Aranea has her best subordinates directing his train as well. He felt violated and embarrassed; unconscious and explanatory, as he did ask to save Ravus, and the train resumed its track.
The man prefers to conceal and not be applicable for other arouse of his conditions. Yes, perhaps he impulsively leaped in second thought and (almost) mutilated his own life in danger out of righteousness. He believed he had no purpose to live for after his sibling died. It's a common feeling for a few groups of families. Although, Aranea was concerned about his endeavor that he underestimates himself. Quite frankly, he was perhaps... too rigorous and headstrong beyond his expectations. Undermining his judgment until his sister soothed his shrouded clarity into reality. Assembling a way to excuse his absent-minded trial, Aranea didn't hesitate and resumed with assuage tone.
"You gotta be careful next time, not all heroes wear cape, y'know. Someone needs to run your capital, and that'll be you. Hear me?"
Ravus was astonished from Aranea caring nature. Working with her was a nuisance, as she played by her rule rather than obeying higher-ups. After she posted her paperwork or mentally agreed to quit Niflheim for good, it reveals that she is indeed a worthy partner than a mercenary. Ravus breathed easily. "Noted."
"Well, I'll meet you there soon. Let's continue this in person." Aranea disclosed her sentence. Ravus nodded and hung up.
He lowered his phone, his elbow rested on his knee. His phone was on 34% battery life and contemplating the next objective. He analyzed the window, witnessing the beautiful dawn surface on the desert. The gorgeous tangerine glazes the voided desert and abandoned buildings. The train took a curve, rail roads miles from Gralea speeding off, and he scanned Ghorovas Rift.
The grave of the Glacian, the perpetual blizzard, has ceased. In awed, after years of endless storm, it disperses into partly cloudy sky. He met the Frostbearer through unnamed realms. Either a dream or different dimension. The high commander happily made peace thanks to his closest people. Their status is now deceased from the star and the man dedication to improve and improvise for Eos' sake.
His back arched slightly and reeling straight, probably refusing to ruin his posture. He took a huge breath and exhaled. The train is closing in Tenebrae, a sense of home. Drawing to a close, his ideal to communicate with Maria, the royal retainer of Lunafreya, and his, to saturate her sister passing. It would cause tragic among Tenebrae residents and panic, but Ravus must shine the light and carry the torch on her behalf. As blood of the Oracle, the last line, he must ascend the throne.
He lifted his arm and dialed a new number. Pressing numbers in order, the phone begins to ring. Once. Twice. And it was picked up. He held it back to his ear after resting his arm briefly from stale posing while chitchatting with Aranea. The voice spoken in masculine and amazed to receive his call.
"'Sup. This is Ravus' number, right?"
"Correct," Ravus cleared his status.
"Surprised you called, what's up. Did you liberate your home from Niflheim?" The man query. The man was heaving steadily on his side.
The train grew distance from Ghrorvas Rift as he eyed through the crystal clear window. "I am arriving now, but I will announce the news as soon as I get there."
"Huh, so what's the meaning for your call? Need help or somthin'?"
"No, Gladiolus, the sworn shield, I am calling my behalf of your time and friend, Scientia. Is he present?" Ravus asked. The tank has sort of curiosity towards the Oracle. Though, it's the finest way to interact and strengthen their bond if Ravus answer the Lucis question with reverence.
Gladiolus can be heard breathing heavily from his end. The Oracle assumes his regular routine to stay in shape. Similar of his experience as he was trained at a young age. Fencing and military experience. But the man managed to complete his sentence without panting, which was very impressive. Gladiolus took a recess and responded to his phone, ascending on rocky terrain, his soles traction pressed on through his phone, sitting on Haven, one leg propelled and other horizontally.
"He woke up an hour after you dropped us off. He's asleep now, though, time's ten in the morning, his alarm was buzzing for hours, and I'll let him snooze. Maybe later if he regain his senses."
Ravus hummed in response. Ignis dealt trials and little time as the two journey to save the one in peril. Ignis and Ravus had a lack of respite. Timezone differ as his home was far west of Eos. He knew Ignis discovered more secrets if he prevailed truth and reconciliation with the proud Crownsguard. He heard Gladiolus exhaling through his nostril and cleared his throat.
"In general, he's fine. He was completely healed from the forbidding ring." Gladiolus thought of the occurrence throughout the day he and the comrades endured.
Gentiana revealed her true intention was complying with the Great One mission to end his bloodlines, he asked by minatory question to Amicitia. The consideration of the retainer of Lucis is the probability of targeted by the Great One. "Was there anomaly during your journey? A strange pit rises that doesn't belong?" Ravus questioned.
"Yeah, daemons, on our end, they appeared before it hit eight." Gladio explained and resurface the unusual behavior. Gladio prefers basic response than intricate network.
Bear in mind, he wasn't the only one. Hearing the boys fighting monsters of the night, they choose to bend their rules and attack Lucis. Reviewing the consequences, the Oracle grew perturbation, whoever is involved, and conflict with the prophecy. Pondering his thought that he could express his business matter. He concludes a brief reply and simple.
"They're trying to eliminate us in the shadow. I will fill in the details later."
"Oh, you mean, Bahamut? Yeah, I'm aware of another asswipe trying to get rid of us. If one isn't enough, a.k.a, Ardyn Lucis scumbag. I'm not stupid to put them together—Ardyn is gone temporary, and daemons only focus on us recently." Gladio bluntly said. Noting the supreme being connected to the transpire impacted their lives.
Fleuret was surprised; the shield was well versed to learn and fresh candor of gospel. The shield has perception by unusual pattern in mere days. In aghast, he inquired Crownsguard of Lucis. "How'd you learn of this?"
"Iggy, I didn't believe him at first, nor my trust, but I'm willing to put all on the table if he's right about this." Gladio informed, certitude the nature his tactician confessed.
Fleuret's astounding on his commentary of not placing his trust in him. Crownsguard of Noctis entrust each other like brothers. From the Shield that declared obfuscated towards the tactician. Ravus distinctively knew the pitch in his voice waiver uncertainty among his credence. So the Oracle reminisces the true reliance despite the odds.
"Trust in him." Ravus replied calmly. "No matter what obstacle you faced, he is the source to avert and justify on all."
"I know, we didn't rescue him for nothing. To me, he's my brother. For Prompto, I won't let him go nor out of my sight without me. And Noct," Gladio exhaled through his phone, the brute quarrels' consolation of remarking Ignis in Lestallum. Reassuring his tone and purposeful of hope, he said in solace. "Noct is everything to me—and I will die for him. I'm not just a sworn shield following my father footsteps. They're my family. So I'll stand by their side, always."
Family. How sincere and committed the Shield exhibited the resolute than their jobs. A touching moment, even Ravus was speechless. The solemn duty for Lucis—for heart and home, similar of Tenebrae and Ravus himself. He recalled a story Lucians vowed to the monarch. The bond between the separated continent during the years of Niflheim control, he witnessed the enterprise of Lucis eternal promises. Unfaltering dedication to improve the future, as allies promised to his sister saving humanity, Ravus was touched.
"I assure you, there are more secrets that must be represented if we cooperate and have a conference. But I guaranteed my dearest Lunafreya resurrected your friend for aspiration of our star."
"So you confirmed the Crystal that restored Iggy was her?" Gladio questioning the missing detail. Despite the theory, Ignis guessed the crystal power incident was her influence.
"Yes, to my understanding, my sister indeed remedy your advisor. There are hidden factor of clues—"
"Iggy knows more than we do." Gladiolus interrupted accidentally. The urge to inform Ravus where he came from, but he refuses to divulge any further for Ignis' personal reasons. "He knows what will happen if we stand still—our King continues to abide fate he was given."
"And death lies your friend ahead." Ravus topping off the sentence, observing the tank speech, causing Gladiolus to catch his breath.
"You'd knew?"
"I discovered my own. The callings were malicious—accurate terms rather than using the crystal power to eradicate the starscourge, a price of his life by the gods." Ravus conjectured the sworn shield. The truth was unveiled by the closest of his. Sharing significant brilliance of the crystal and destiny to the Lucis.
Gladio growled to hear callings. He didn't want to recall the destiny he was leading his closest friend his death. Surely kicked the hornets' nest, that they been leading before the existence of Astrals. The chat between grown men was disconcerted about the topic, especially Gladio. He can be heard growling. Fleuret was unaware that the two came at a rough start after Ignis recovered from his comatose in Lestallum. Ravus knew the mutual feeling of losing someone on destiny, and he beg-pardoned.
"My apologies, Gladiolus."
"Just call me Gladio for short. There's no need to say in full potential." Gladio reassured the Oracle with permission to nickname at ease. He continued after hearing Ravus apologize to a calm tone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to jump into guns. Just a shitload of course."
Ravus nodded to himself. He flung his gaze to the window, and the door for unwanted peeping guests eavesdropping his private matter. Realizing the man qualify a short term of his initial, Fleuret understood the Shield trusted him. He assumed. Then there was silence. Roughly lasted 10 seconds of muted comments.
"... You're not a conversation type, aren't you?" Gladiolus spoke up, thinking it's a good idea to unnerved the uncomfortable silence but instead adding tensions as Ravus grunted under his breath. Ravus gets a better of new allies and conquest with Lucis. So Gladiolus rejoinder because it was his answerable way to concur.
"At any case, I'm gonna head out. I gotta wait for Iggy to wake up and have an official meeting with our leaders." Gladiolus announced.
"I understand," Ravus calmly said and resumed. "Send him my regards, and thank you, Gladio."
Gladio acted out a response by a simple hummed and hung up. Referring to his message will be delivered to Scientia after his awakening. A sense of innovation and growth with allies of Lucis. The first time in years to entrust people outside of Imperial continent was pleasant.
He hung up on his end and stuffed his phone back into his inventory. He sighed after interaction with two known individual with aspects of their goals. His gaze dropped from the window to his fully annihilated artificial arm on the nightstand. Hopefully, after arriving in Tenebrae, the facility can replicate another arm with compatible power transferred through.
His converses with Gladio insight brought to the surface. His wondering thought score of Ardyn presence is terminated. Knowing Ardyn immortality eluded temporary, based on the Shield's conversation. To his relief, the star scourge is confirmed delayed. Although, the scourge will rise if Ardyn returns. He knew Ardyn was the usher, after all.
He shut himself off for a break as he waited patiently. Reconsidering to rejuvenate with proper sleep and trends. The Oracle consideration for Noctis' retainers safe travels, despite the odds against them. As the train traveled toward his home, approximately 2 minutes left, and the intercom above the ceiling came off with a screeching noise of someone pressing the button in a sloppy grip.
"Uh, Oi', ooops—Greetings, yer' valuable passengers, we 'er arriving Tenebrae in couple minutes, please gather yer' belongings and exit to yer' left, thank you."
Lifting his head to hear the voice box alerted his passengers' next stop, he observed the door and rose from the bed. His legs felt stiffened and sore, but standing stretched his thigh muscle. Fleuret was going to claim his battered artificial arm until he heard wooden scratches at his door. Netting his attention, curiosity peaks as he rises. He approached the door slowly.
The unlocked sliding door sling aside manually, glancing at his peripheral vision at his height, and no one was present. So he glimpse at lower height and spotted a fluffy gray and black animal, waging its tail, and one loud bark. Staring intently to Ravus blue and purple colored eyes.
"Umbra."
The pup entered Ravus' room and spin around once, an indication of happiness seeing Fleuret alive. The canine sits in front of Ravus and wags his fluffy gray tail. Ravus knelt to his height, reaching his right hand and gently rubbing the canine head with pets. Scratching his ears, Umbra jaw dropped slightly of satisfaction. Umbra nuzzled Ravus' hand for comfort.
"What brings you here? Where's Pryna?" Ravus curiously asked. The two always stick together and adore Lunafreya more than him. He doesn't mind either way; his sister is precious to him.
Umbra whined multiple times loudly. He cries, eyeing Ravus odd colored eyes as his answer. The sadness of his eyes of fathomless gaze. The supernatural companion whimpered. Ravus knew too well of loss and grief. He frowned to hear another loss in Tenebrae once again. More lives were lost after Altissia was a whole new canvas.
"...I see. We have lost another one."
Umbra barked once, loll his tongue as his answer. Ravus held his hand and ran the beast fur and massaged the base of the dog's ears. The Umbra approach was strange. Perhaps he wanted to let Ravus know Pryna passed or relaying the message. Ravus sighed feebly, knowing Umbra delivered messages for Noctis and Lunafreya on their journal.
Umbra barked again. Since the chosen by the gods are nonexistence in the star, Ravus wondered what will Umbra do. He is capable of taking care of himself, but it'll be nice to have company from time to time. It occurred to him if he could provide guidance for Noctis' retainers and keep in touch. Despite having each other contacts, it proven the trust of Messengers and humanity remains.
"Umbra, if I may, I would like for you to guide the retainer of Lucis under your protection. Lead them the right path." Ravus suggested his proposal to the canine. Umbra is one of the Messengers, similar to Gentiana.
Umbra barked again, asserted and understanding Ravus' speech. Rising from sitting the floor, he strolled out the door unintended. Turning to the right and vanished. Ravus stood, analyzing his bearing, and he thought of telling his people more blood had spilled.
He felt the train begin to slow down on its track. A screeching noise coming from the outside, metal roads and wheels hitting the break, dawdling to a stop. Clutching the door, maintaining his pose. Specify his destination has been fulfilled to stop at Tenebrae.
He rose to the nightstand, the girl left the Oracle anhiliated left arm wrapped around a blanket to conceal and cradle easily, and obtained his left arm. A glimmer caught the corner of his left eye as his Alba Leonis. Certainly, he can't abandon his source of defense. Claiming his weapon proped beside the door and bed, the Oracle struggled to attach his holster on the damaged belt; grasping on his right hand. He was about to exit, but he paused, viewing Gralean crossing by, patiently waiting until it's cleared. After the wagon emptied dormitory with guests, Ravus proceeded to be the last to leave.
He exited the wagon and caught a sight of a large palace from the distance—Tenebrae. The home for the Oracle was filled with lively grassland, mountainous area abundant in castle-like structure. The center of Tenebrae was Fenestala Manor, home of royal family. Supports animals and humans alike and sun irradiated ravishing the continent. The extended bridge spread across other parts of the land and lights produced on their own. Several prefer windmills or solar panels.
The beautiful burgeoning golden sun reached over the horizon, amazing glory and pure. The central clock, it dings blaring the train station, hitting 6'o clock. The dawn rises for another day glee aesthetic harmony. Hundreds of Gralean residents cheered and vocal relief. Sunrise and sanctuary. Ravus descended from the train, and a heavy metal boots pressed the sandstone sidewalk.
He strolled through the crowds, receiving multiple glares on the Oracle. Either his appearance was mangled and unattractive to catch a sore eye publicly or accolade barrage praises saving the train. Surprisingly, the whirlpool of civilians acclamation of the commander attainment—survivors of Gralea encore the Oracle.
There, civilians hurray the commander as he strolled across the train station. He was generally unfazed—flattering and rally about him wasn't his cup of tea. Most cheered for his title of Imperial rank mixed with Oracle of Tenebrae. He halts his pace, reconsidering it'll be unwise to disregard civilians. Glancing left and right, he nodded once.
The residents stepped aside to enable the man they all worship. Peering across hundreds of ladies and gentlemen, he spotted someone familiar, who was also applauded the Oracle. Her Imperial outfit matches her style, ponytail rest aside her right. She rose to him casually, stopping her applause, arms crossed over her chest, and a smug emerged.
"Wow, you look like crap."
Ravus scrutinized Aranea mockery of his attire. Yes, Highwind looked perfectly healthy and unscathed. He is atrocious—obtaining hundreds of glares. The civilians' chorus hoot astounded him instead of his revolting appearance. Quite abashed, and Aranea chortled. Ravus shunned his face and glanced forward, approaching an expansive sky bridge. She rose to Ravus and leaned to his ear to a whispering tone while she strolled with him.
"Princess of Gralea is currently with Wedge. Biggs is going to meet up. Wonder if you cover up her title so she can stay in Tenebrae."
"I see, name?" Ravus questioned, strolling down the bridge as he held his melted left arm tucked in.
"Solara Aldercapt Antiquum, she wanted to conceal her affiliation related to the emperor. I don't want Lucis or your people to cast her to exile." Aranea said, crucial and earnest to the Oracle. Solara was too young and innocent after her father grew devious over the years.
As a matter of course, Oracle and Aranea saved Gralean residents, practically common sense, and she is welcome with open arms. Solara, the young lass was indeed related to the passing emperor: Iedolas Aldercapt. Fleuret directed his body and resumed his pace back to Tenebrae. "Granted." Ravus accord with Aranea.
"Loqi said Solara, or Sol for short, could change Gralea if she resides with you. If years go by, she could do the same what you're doing with Lucis." Aranea said.
"Of course, she can stay at my palace." Ravus commented and looked at Aranea. "Including you."
Highwind cracked a grin, and the Oracle is too considerate. His nature started to unveil, and Aranea liked it. Better than headstrong, stern, boring, old, and strict Ravus. "Right, before I'll stay here, gotta do clean up real quick." Aranea directed her task to the Oracle, she slowing her pace, separating their own path.
After apprehensive interaction with Aranea, he approached the main gate. Highwind stalled her pace and reformed her units after clearance. From the distance, he caught a theater of Gralean residents pleading to enter Tenebrae. The gate keepers blocked the only passage through security. With large poleaxe, six keepers use their weapon to provoke the strangers to proceed without authorization.
"Halt! You shall not enter the sanctum of the Oracle!" One of the guards screamed. Numerous guards rise in front, holding their spears slightly angle of an X.
"Please! We lost our homes! The hero said we could stay here!" A woman yelled, imploring the keepers.
"You must understand. We have children, and nowhere we can go." The elder man beseech.
"You can't abandon us. You're killing hundreds of us. You must have a heart to let us in." The middle-aged man begged.
The keepers weren't pestered from the heated cluster of Gralea civilians. More gathered around, and Fleuret swerve through the cluttered residents.
"No one is allowed to enter without the Oracle permission!" The guard stomped his foot, the metal soles echo to warn the crowds.
"Who charlatan the Oracle?! They will be punished for allocating the Oracle!" One guard snapped. Three issued a threat to the Gralean residents. They begin stepping back in fright. The guards shot a baleful glance with their dangerous silver poleaxe on their grasp.
"I did."
"Show yourself, swindler! You dare to impersonate the Oracle!?" Six guards lift their poleaxe on the direction of the voice.
The man stepped out of the open, unprovoked, and residents backed away in trepidation. The keepers agape and confounded the volunteer. Described in fraud they proclaimed to be, Ravus Nox Fleuret came to a stop. Eyes furrowed close, standing menacingly of how the keepers harassed the poor innocents. The keepers lowered their arms slowly.
"I am very disappointed of you tormenting citizens. I expected nonetheless! We, the Oracle, welcome people and offer a chance to battle and unity against the scourge. We do not take the lives of others." Ravus snarled, rectification a reminder and respectfully the Oracle word of honor.
In instant, the six keepers lowered their weapon and kneeled to one knee. Lowering their heads in respect of the prince. One was nervously sweating after harsh restatement.
"P-prince Ravus—"
"You are dismissed for today and deplore of your actions. Now, permit the innocents and protect them. That is my final." Ravus declared. Fleuret eases the guards dignified role as protectors. Not considering fired them at the spot would be obnoxious for a prince.
The guards relinquish their spot and authorize their prince to pass. Ravus strolled leisurely as the citizens whispered among each other. Eventually, they followed the Oracle. The entire fleet of citizens strolled across the bridge. Of course, there will be guards that search for clearance. In case possessing a lethal weapon that indicates a threat to the Oracle.
A magnificent view of the waterfall raging in sync. The splashes narrowly miss the bridge, wan out in thin air. Casting a transparent rainbow above the bridge. Children eyes dazzled to view nature flourish and glorious waterlogged greens. Gralean environment was excruciating limited on nature and water source compared to biggest cities. They live in isolated, dried ecosystem, desert, and abandon facilities.
It was a long trip from the train station, a broad diorite stoned bridge, and a small town where a tourist vacation was. Reaching the town, Gralean began to scatter in separate directions. Stairs ascend multiple paths guide to restaurants, cafés, lodging, fashion, bouquet shop, weaponry, and more exclusively on Tenebrae.
Every four-way path leads to an expansive bridge, connected to another land, which villages live and reside. There are ample spaces for new residents. Above the commune, a palace was the attraction. High and mighty, lovely and glamorous—a true delight and center of the Oracle royal family Manor.
The Tenebrae residents' eyes dropped to a bunch of crowds of new faces. Obliviously eyeing unexpected tourists. People murmurs in the air, curiosity peak of doubt and concern. Until the doubtful whispers subdued because Ravus was in the middle. He eyed the residents, one after another, and ascended the expansive, humongous stairs leading to the royal family home Fenestala Manor. The prince, resulting civilians of Tenebrae, believed they were in his party.
The guards saluted the Oracle approach. Poleaxe deferral upwards, blue banner draped downward around their neck, white and silver armor. A very long stairs elevated to his palace, and Ravus continued. Similar to Insomnia, but diorite stoned, curved slightly, blue carpet laid out, multiple topiary statues, goddesses statues and pillars.
The grounds of the front entrance have a garden on Fenestala Manor. Extremely well trimmed bushes as fence and sylleblossoms tend to sprout randomly. A large water fountain in the center. The statue hands praying the gods above.
Finally, Ravus arrived at the front door. Upon ascending the last step, he caught a glimpse of a familiar and loyal to the Oracle, especially Lunafreya retainer already waiting.
"Dear Ravus," an elder lady staggered to the prince. "Thank the Astral, you're safe!"
"Maria." Ravus rose to the elder lady and aid her support. He used his right arm to give her to lean on. She tilts towards him and lurch unintentionally. "I am fine, are you well?"
"Is it true... that Lunafreya passed?" She cut off her own concern and agonizing tone rising.
Ravus nodded once. He was lamented; his people were aware of the narration broadcast quickly before he could announce. Perhaps the news was updated on the radio after the upheaval. The guards remained stationary as they waited at the front large door. Maria face was in despair, Fleuret confirmed her passing.
"Oh no... our stars..." Maria whimpered and began to cry, her voice woefully. She studied the prince and clutched his right arm with both hands. The prince had dealt grievous and severed due to his missing left arm and charred attire. His chest was barely visible. Using arms to protect his face and chest, the metallic arm was in front of the blast.
"Pryna has passed as well." Ravus announced, saddened linger within his voice.
"...I see. We have lost more." Maria whimpered. Sorrowful and dread written all over her face.
The elder retainer of House Fleuret lowered her head, gazing at the blue carpet and Ravus' unkempt attire. Noticing he was holding his damaged left arm and Imperial clothing barely keeping on. Maria holding Ravus disturb the cocoon left arm fell slightly. She gives Ravus a doleful look.
"I am truly thankful the Astral that you're alright. My dear, please rest and let us get you into shape."
Ravus nodded again. The Oracle strolls into his palace with Maria. Guards on each door pull to a close, sealing off from the outside world. Fenestala Manor, home sweet home.
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A couple of days passed, Ravus spent his days in his palace to mend and strengthen his core. The loyal subjects suggested a new attire than his Imperial, but he declined and preferred a replacement. Titled of Imperial ex commander ability to commandeer Imperial base litter around Lucis, Tenebrae to guide as prince, and he will lengthen the possibility for Eos future. It took exactly two days to manufacture an artificial arm and enhance the same potent of power. Thunder spells and dark magic combined. With proper showers and meals, his mood growth and focused.
Fleuret informed the counsel of a meeting urgently as soon as the prince recovered. With important intel and discussion of new alias and peace treaty, he wanted to speak for himself—as prince of the Oracle. As time elapsed, Tenebrae residents were preparing a funeral for Princess Lunafreya. It'll be held in front of the palace, and Ravus proposed to agree despite his slow recovery.
The funeral took place in the afternoon, and Ravus truly loved his sister as people paid respect. Offering sylleblossoms. Ravus stood, watching his people gifting her favorites. Ravus looked sullen. An honor of her healing thousands of lives with her endowment power given by the crystal. Her portrait of her benevolent smile radiantly brightened the funeral despite the loss.
The rain unexpectedly appeared, the sky haze, and the clouds began to cry. Ravus didn't budged—ignoring the simple cold and endured the dreary day. The monument of his sister values a character he is currently today, all thanks to her.
At present, Ravus was in the meeting room, sitting alone, awaiting categorized and higher rank counselors. The room was large—bathed with sunlight glare through above the glass stain embroidery of sylleblossom. Blue and golden linen banners: three on each wall. A symbol in the center of the Oracle. The room only furnished was rectangular sized of four vehicles lined up. If the night falls, the only light source is aesthetic golden and glass flower chandelier. Messing with his new left artificial arm, testing the fingers in corresponding adjustment to his muscle brain. His newly and replica of his old damaged arm seems in order. Using both hands, clasping both, elbow on the table, and knuckles rested his chin.
Deciphering how to operate his people great news with Lucis, he aided the prince for Lunafreya wish, but vacillation, their opinion will differ. Would be wise not to resurface data that was shared respectfully by retainers of Noctis. Adding terror that Eos worship the mythical gods would endangered innocents. Plus, the perturbation rises among humanity.
After 10 minutes had passed, there were three soft knocking. His thought of construe clear and precise intel paused as his eyes moved to the door upon hearing their permission.
"You may enter." He spoke loudly enough that his voice echoed off the stoned walls. There was a large expansive table with elegant seats in the room natural acoustics to carry his voice.
Three high counselors of Tenebrae: the ambassador elder male Hans, chief of Tenebrae royal guard was Lyx, appointer chieftain Sega, and without a doubt—Maria. She was an advisor of Lunafreya and Ravus. They were crucial to Tenebrae safety and balance for their people.
"Prince Ravus, I'm pleased you're doing well." The elder ambassador bowed in respect. He was the age of 58. His robe represents the tailored of the Tenebrae symbol embroidered to the floor. A representative of Tenebrae on monarch—hand of the king and queen. The four important individuals seated themselves, screeching of their chair hissed.
"Dear Ravus, how are you feeling?" Maria query the Oracle, she sat on the right of Ravus.
Ravus nodded in translation. He appreciated her concerns and eyeballing the counselors. The room elevated in silence. "I appreciate you all to arrive at this meeting." Ravus began, clasping his hands together and resting on the table. "I would like to begin. As you are well aware, Niflheim has fallen based on radio broadcast. I would like to confirm that Tenebrae is now liberated and constant surveillance from their control."
"We were told that the news of...the Chancellor..." Ravus continued his lectures, pausing mid sentence and recitation about the truth. Tenebrae believed Lunafreya was fulfilling her calling to save the star from the scourge. They were unaware of the threat of the deity they believed and blinded. Especially he's immortal.
Ravus reappraising his wording carefully. His quick thinking exposing Ardyn true identity could conflict and growing insurgence against Lucis. "...He had stepped down. No longer was encouraged by Niflheim and now a dangerous man to approach. As I guaranteed my eyes, he betrayed and decieve us by launching the Diamond Weapon to Tenebrae."
The four selected people exchanged glances. Two were in shocked to hear the scummy Niflheim plans to retaliate despite under their control. Hans and Maria followed their orders and obeyed. Planning to destroy Tenebrae, a horrid realization after Ravus proposed his troops to withdraw from Tidemother. Lyx and Sega looked disgusted but remained a flat expression as Ravus continued his dialogue.
"Now to the matter, my sister... sustained her life—covenant with the Astral with her strength at a price. To guide the future, King of Lucis was the Oracle calling. I have supported Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, to the crystal, to ascend as our champion and save our star from eternal darkness." Ravus took a breath hastily and resumed. "I made a mutual agreement with Lucis, the retainers of Prince Noctis, hoping we unify together as one, and acceded that we will—"
"Your Radiance, may I recall that as you were directed by Aldercapt to eliminate your own blood, Lunafreya, did you?" Hans interfered with inquiry to correct the Oracle missing detail.
Ravus glared at his ambassador inauspiciously. His voice deepened ominously. "You are unaware of these events. But I have no objection that you are correct. Iedolas directed, and I naught to harm my blood. Your point of aggression is invalidated if you think I have taken my sister life."
"I know our prince Ravus as a young youth," Maria addressed her perspective. Attempting to diffuse the misunderstanding and doubt. "He will never harm his sister by all means."
"Lunafreya flesh begin to fail—her life given and covenant took majority of her life force." Ravus proven his side, dispute the case. In his perspective, he was not certain someone had stabbed Lunafreya. An unknown homicide on a loose.
"Pardon me," Lyx began. The captain of her troops, the youngest and most experienced soldier in Tenebrae, brunette-haired, tied a ponytail. "I need to clarify that you aid the prince of Lucis under what circumstances? We broke our alliance a decade ago. Why on Eos have you decided on your own without supervision or treasons? We fully respect your choice to serve Niflheim, but now, you may endanger us all of Tenebrae—if our people see you with Lucis, then you have betrayed Tenebrae."
"Under circumstances, a hazardous trial I have to undergo for our star. Without Lunafreya, the plague will spread, the prince of Lucis, he obtained the crystal power and shall be our savior to all." Ravus declared, releasing his firm grip.
"You have declared to pass your title to Lunafreya as our Queen. Hence, you have already moved to Niflheim. Now she has passed, and you are determined to take your throne?" Hans subjected the Orache choice.
"I, indeed, blood of the Oracle runs in my veins, and I understand your concern with the follow-ups. I may have stepped down, but there are dangers ahead if we do not have a proper leadership." Ravus said.
The chieftain Sega, a blonde middle-aged man in knight armor, nodded at Ravus fair reasoning. The superior and allegiance of Tenebrae, he tamed Chocobo in free time, marching into battle with courage and freedom. He is also in charge of his civilians, along with Lyx, safeguard Tenebrae residents. Observing the debate, he is likely on Ravus's side. He leaned to one of the special units and whispered to his ear. After sharing his opinion, he leaned back the chair, rubbing his upper lips with his index and exhaled.
"Sir, are you certain it is the right call to establish such feat? If you stepped up—worthy to be recognized as our principality, what is your elucidate to this?" Hans questioned, shifting his body to cross his chest with arms.
"Skeptical as you wish—I will prove myself by forging an alliance with Lucis. I have arranged with the retainers of the Prince. Shall their representative be well aware of my ambition to give support." Ravus explained, gesturing his right fingers elegantly.
"I believed Ravus was making the right choice. Lunafreya would be pleased if we could help Lucis again." Maria added, defending Ravus as she leaned towards the table.
"I highly doubt you deserve to lead us, prince. Your actions do not match up to the description. The Tenebrae saw Lucis a traitor." Hans argued, crippling the Oracle display.
"Then I haven't informed you that danger arises. Lucis have never ambush us after the broken treaty. We have mutually pact with assurance that—"
"No, I agree with Hans." Lyx interrupted. Gesturing her hand calmly. "Your actions serving the Niflheim and under Tenebrae allegiance sworn not to proffer help result a mutiny. Helping Lucis after a bitter separation could potentially set us a target."
"Niflheim has fallen... and unable to arrogate Tenebrae again." Ravus growled, eyeing the questioning unit. Doubtful, of course, to Fleuret's decision.
"My concerns of your reckless action to allow Gralean civilians to live with us was deemed foolishness. If they are associated with Niflheim, then you openly gestured your arms of spies under our noses." Hans objected, unfolded his arms and slammed his ball of fist to the inner rectangular table.
"Then they should have assassinated me while I was out of commission!" His voice inflamed, echoed the expansive room. Ravus knew the one who attempted to end his bloodlines was hidden from the shadows. A devious divinity. His best choice not to surmise the situation and hustle to their beliefs. For now.
Ravus decides to rise from his seat. Slamming his right palm on the expansive black marble table. Dare not to use his left arm, with insane power he possessed. The room quieted, multiple eyes directed to Ravus leveraged himself to his feet, and Fleuret was not satisfied with the condensers argument. His voice riled up, and the grim Fleuret revealed his unconditional speech.
"Your valid concerns... you are making a fatal mistake. We, once proud Oracles' undying promises to save humanity and guide the chosen hero, every king and queen have sacrificed our lives—the true king will rise and eradicate miasma and deliverance from our star. As blood of the Oracle—as blood of our brothers, we can not defer our differences, and shall we be a source of strength of Lunafreya last commitment a waste."
Ravus began to move from his seat, and the conversation was leading nowhere when two stubborn or all the liege of House's Fleuret beg to differ. He was making his way to the exit, indignantly pacing to the door.
"Dear Ravus... please." Maria pleaded, her voice dismayed because the Oracle had chosen to leave.
Lyx and Hans exchanges glances and murmurs to each other. One nodded, and other after agree their converses. The two high ambassadors glanced to Sega. He simply nodded. Maria was alarmed, eyeing three leaders of Tenebrae. Before the three made a final contract, Ravus opened the door with both hands and halted his movement.
"Lucis... We have allied for centuries, now I must concord and accept my actions. Our imposing to protect the those in need... If you do not agree in terms, then I shall do this on my own—for Tenebrae reputation, humanity, and our star." Ravus obligation was final. The Oracle proceeded to take a few steps out from the meeting room. His metallic boots pressed against the elegant white ceramic tiles sounds bounce around the room.
"Prince Ravus." Sega immediately jumped in, his voice piercing the room with stern and placate. The chair grind against the ceramic floor. Ravus halted his pace after a silent warrior studied the quarrels. The man elevated from his seat and planted his palm on his breastplate. "Or shall I say, King Ravus. Your deeds... your devotion and undertake for our home... you, a sovereign of ours we bow down to."
The four, even Maria, act in surprise, rise from their luxury chair and right hand planted their chest, bowing to their new monarch. The allegiance for Ravus performed a huge dynamic impact outside continent, amazed the higher-ups. Ravus turned his body around, witnessing the four bowing. The sunlight sheers through the room, illuminating the room. The armor of Sega shine the brightest and reflect the interior blue banner wall.
"We, as ambassador of Tenebrae, have made an accordance of allegiance will serve at your command." Hans announced.
"As I, the commander of special forces unit, our faith lies within you, King Ravus, at your service." Lyx set forth her loyalty.
"My grace, as a chieftain, a royal guard and servant of house Tenebrae, my allegiance indefinitely to you, King Oracle." Sega perennial to the bloodline.
"We are at your service, your Majesty." The three said in unison. They didn't lift their head, bowing long-term duty.
The Oracle, he was certainly at lost for words. The respectful of his people solemnly unanimity their behalf. Ravus, proven in harmony and qualify to improve for humanity, provides a state for Tenebrae. The syndicate Fleuret demonstrated and growth in unity amazed his people. Without further ado, the decree the trusted house Fleuret, Ravus entitled King of Tenebrae.
Ravus odd colored eyes fling one unit to another bowing pose. He was truly astonished. His soul felt relieved and elated to hear the captains willingly support him. His sudden transition to aid Lucis was proficient and professional.
And he slightly grinned.
Ravus felt the titled king may be overlooking; he preferred to earn it by indicating a movement to Lucis capabilities as peace treaty. But he cannot behest others calling him king, only to a sense of respect. A hurdle to alliance was a long way road. The Oracle guides the prince to the Crystal and evolves a revolution concerts of worlds.
"Then it's settled." Ravus nodded again.
"What is your call, Your Highness." Hans awaiting directive from his King.
Ravus concluded his meeting. Analyzing each of his trusted servants of house Fleuret. He was ready. The road lies ahead of him, is tedious, and overcomes trials of redemption. His first motive is to contact the retinue. If Gladio confirmed the arises without Ardyn, the only option is to unite as one nation.
"Forge an alliance with Lucis by contacting the advisor. Hand of the King. I believe he's the beginning of our future." Ravus articulated the first step of a new beginning.
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The following day, in Lunafreya's room, Ravus spent his time reading cosmogony and digging through old scrolls and aged books. Luna's room felt tranquility and lonely. The future King of Tenebrae, Ravus, scanning each page, and images displayed the book shared stories of the Astrals. He adored his sister greatly, and he wouldn't dare to redecorate her room. Sitting on a chair, a hardcover book leaned on his right and flipped each page with a mechanical arm.
The Oracle should have spent his time preparing as King—a ruler of Tenebrae. His people arranging a ceremony for Ravus' ascension. Instead, reading history and advancing missing parts related to the present day. His eyes glued to a certain image that caught his interest. He wasn't entirely transparent about the history of the Crystal. Only the Crystal. The Oracle is blessed by an Astral, which is described in the book. The Lucis protection for a true king to rise and purge the scourge... as it yearn for millennia.
An image has a full audience about the Astral: Bahamut. The Bladekeeper derived the chosen King greatest power, which was freely given. The Crystal power blessed the chosen hero and Oracle to battle the scourge.
His eyes squinted the subject carefully, and eyebrows shifted. "Bahamut, the Draconian, descended to the mortal realm and graced the people of Tenebrae. From among them, he handpicked a pious maiden and bestowed upon her the power of the Stars and his trident." He read aloud. This page is related to the Oracle.
There was an illustration of Solheim, an ancient civilization. Another image was Pyreburner. Describing the loyal subject, a hubris craved for power and selfish act, scorn the gods, and turned against their benefactor, Ifrit. Then, the image illustrate the beginning of Astral war, hence the landmark located in Cleigne.
Ifrit was a king for humanity they all prayed for. "The man whom Ifrit had granted knowledge of fire became the first king of Solheim. Humans and Astrals live in Eos peacefully." Ravus mumbled to himself.
He turned on the next page, and the cosmogony didn't describe the person who turned against the gods. Deepened his thought of the man true testament to turn against the Astral.
"There are absolutely no hints of why the first King turned against the Astral..." Ravus murmured to himself. He slammed the book and grabbed another book of Cosmogony. He grabbed the scroll with ancient symbol resemble a clue, flipping pages hastily. "Corruption? Delirious? Power?"
A kick to the table as he recollect himself. He undertone a similar impact related to Niflheim. Ardyn was the usher and king of darkness. Understanding he was the source of corruption of Iedolas Aldercapt and Verstael Besithia. The Crystal, Ardyn, and Bahamut have in common.
Crystal is a soul of our star... Bahamut bestowed the power to us... Ardyn... a king of darkness... was human? Did Bahamut derive power of darkness to Ardyn? Does it explain Ardyn immortality? Ravus ruminating the missing clues.
The Crystal has an untold story... The life as we know must be justified... Something is missing here.
The Oracle studies the history of the Astral War and linked to one article that ancestors' orientation started from humanity. The Astral gifted humanity the Crystal, hence why the Lucis protection for the rightful king. The disturbing fact the Great One wanted to end of those it bestowed the power from the divine.
...Lunafreya and Prince Noctis is one of them.
His pensive mood cogitated of many conjectures was disturbed because his phone, which he set on the right side of the table, began to rang. The phone vibrated the table, gazing his phone, facing up, was an unknown caller. Either picking up and tolerating strangers or communicating as King to lengthen his comprehension.
Eventually, after three vibrates, Ravus picked up his phone and accepted the call. He held to his ear in a stern tone.
"Speak,"
"Ravus? This is Ignis."
Ravus paused his movement, his eyes slightly widening in surprise. He closed the book and propelled himself from the chair slightly. He said in very calm tone when he heard the consultant of Noctis. "It's you—how are you feeling?"
"I am—" Ignis paused briefly, hearing the Oracle concern of his health is shockingly new to the Advisor. "I am doing well, all thanks to you, Fleuret." Ignis answered, his voice sincerely.
"I would like to thank you for helping Gladio and Prompto. They shared a wonderful experience while I was... out of senses." Ignis hesitantly commented, daunting to dwell on a few days ago.
Ravus hummed in response and continued his attention to the boy. Ignis expression towards the Oracle fascinated him. The man wasn't fond of appreciation, but a few of Lucis? "I appreciate your time calling me, Ignis, I would like to discuss the matter in our future lies ahead."
"Yes, Gladio notified me, we have announced Noct absence that you helped the prince. The leader of the Crownsguard was conventional of your actions." Ignis said, explaining his scene to the Oracle.
"I truly appreciate you, Ignis, for esteemed my recognition in good intention." Ravus noted. He cleared his throat, and the conference was acclaimed as a considerable success. Ravus resumed with admiration. He humbly declared to the Advisor. "Tenebrae, the general kingdom, royal family of Fleuret would like to arrange a peace treaty. Not as Niflheim commander, regarding from King of Tenebrae request."
"King Ravus?" Ignis said, aghast. The advisor recognized the prince on his first encounter. Ignis continued after calibrating his senses. "That's...marvelous, I must relay the message to our commander of the Crownsguard. Cor Leonis is the person you would like to communicate firsthand."
Ravus rose fully from his seat and began strolling around the room of white marbled tile and gazing the window. "So I gathered. I reckoned to ask you first, the advisor of Noctis, to begin with. If the acknowledgment is approved, when would you like me to arrive?"
"I'd say around afternoon in two days if that's alright, Gladio and I are heading back to Lestallum at dawn. Prompto and I thought of expedition the royal tomb and collecting the Royal Arm and the tomb for Noct return."
The two were separated. The daemons emerge both parties? Ravus thought.
"Then I'll arrive there shortly and notified upon my arrival." Ravus said, nodding. The Shield elaborated the daemon resurface before 8, which he didn't include they were fulfilling their own task in the group. The advisor focuses on royal arms to strengthen Noctis, which is wise for upcoming events underway. "If your conquest is significant, I would gladly lend you a hand. I have seized Niflheim airship at your disposal."
"Wonderful, that would be delightful to have your help, Ravus." Ignis said through the phone. On his side, he slightly grinned to hear the Oracle lending a hand. "How are you holding up?"
"Well. I have an objective to keep me occupied. I had a meeting yesterday to have a conference—an alliance with Lucis, starting with you, the advisor of the chosen king. There was...debatable of clarification, but I accomplished and the state have approved. We have accepted the proposal, and your friend, Gladio, was a great help for your regards."
"Gladio?" Behind Ignis phone, he was astounded by Ravus calling the Shield short initial. His voice crack in shock. Gladiolus didn't mind his close friends call him a short term, but from Ravus?
"Something a matter?" Ravus curiously asked the advisor.
"No, I'm stunned to hear you call one of us a short version of our names."
Ignis, referring his friend Gladio, caught him off guard once again. How amazing every dawn is a new day to discover. The Oracle simply hummed in response. Ravus slowly paced his way back to the study table and examined the front cover illustration.
"I must ask before I recommence." Ravus suspiciously asked.
"Do so. I may provide an answer."
The Oracle observation elevated to pry the advisor. The boys evidently aware their situations than the one whom blessed by the Astral. He assumed Ignis most likely told the truth if questioned. In steady response, Ravus tests the advisor if he really is the one looking for. He begins a cryptic query. "The dawn rises once again, Lunafreya passed—without her, she can not keep the scourge at bay. How is the scourge kept at bay? Have you defeated Ardyn?"
Ignis grew an inkling feeling of Ravus strange response. The tactician answered to the Oracle straightforwardly. "Temporary, I would like to confirm the spread of miasma until our land plummeted will come around six months. I did not eliminate Ardyn—"
There. With a lack of incredulity, Gladio was correct. How Ignis knew the situation more than him and his comrades. Ignis knew the scourge would reach a duration of six months and was enough explanatory to discover the boy—indeed he was looking for. If Gladio reported a similar tactic shared by Ignis, they both spoke truth.
The full circle becomes a whole new style. The advisor, who decides to play along with the Accursed. The Oracle struggled to comprehend the boy following Ardyn in Altissia, and he came adjourn into one simplifying unanswerable closure.
"Ardyn is a king of darkness, correct?" Ravus intervened, getting to the core. Ravus is not attempting to pressure or distrustful on his established ally.
"...You knew Ardyn is—" Ignis held his tongue. In utter shocked, Ignis expression was nonplussed.
"Your comrades—" Ravus interfered and added his truthfully. The Oracle prefers to tribute with knowledge and partnership they're in to the retainers of Noctis. "—have told me about Ardyn Lucis Caelum. I believed you did not stall the scourge for 6 months, I guaranteed it'll last quite some time. Perhaps a year or two depends on how you avert the Accursed with Crystal power."
"...I see. Ravus, there are secrets that must be unraveled." Ignis soberly said, his voice leveled close to the phone in a whisper.
Fleuret studied the piles of old scrolls and hardcover of Cosmogony. An image of the human-like Bahamut confer to the First King. Wearing medieval outfits and a couple kneeling to the chosen king. His ruminative thought was spoken from his voice in concession.
"The Crystal is a soul of our star. Are you aware of that phrase?"
Ignis' faltering voice replied to Ravus demeanor. Scientia didn't know how to initiate his call. Even Ravus is linked to the ordeal. It's common sense. He is the bloodline, bestowed by Astral. Horrowing and calm, he replicated his side story. "I recalled—a voice when I was scurring in the Keep. A mysterious voice; harbinger from the crystal, foreshadowing Ardyn and the crystal hidden secrets."
Ravus returns to his seat, resting his mechanical arm on top of the table. He grew silent and analyzed the tactician elucidation. His summary crowns the Oracle curriculum. His flung his gaze at the massive window, viewing the waterfall rushing down the stream, afternoon bright the surface phenomenally.
"Ravus, if you hark back before the alter, I met Pryna dying. Pryna prognosticated the destiny that Noct continues to fulfill his calling for a price of his life. The prophecy we all believed was dangerous, and I know the manipulative culprit is."
So that's how Pryna passed. Ravus thought, aggrieved of Pryna unexpected passing. Assuming Pryna has a deep connection with Lunafreya, resulting her death on both simutaneously. Ravus has meticulously listened to Ignis commentary and portrait his fair share. He organized the ancient scrolls and books on the study table,proper stacks on each side.
"Bahamut." Ravus finally said, his voice penetrating after long mute and taciturn. "The Astral is purposely attempting to perform a natural causes on us."
Ignis was wordless. The two perceptions of his and Ravus were adequate and precise. The first time to cooperate as Lucis and Oracle brings a new sensation to evolve and prosper. The Oracle prayed and commune with the Astral. A strong connection with twenty-four Messengers in Eos born. Ignis was certainly up to date; Gladiolus and Ravus conversation was more than a simple chatter.
Fully polishing their ability to be conscious of, the two were on the same page. "Perhaps we shall discuss this manner in person. We are well versed about Eos secret. We must be diligent not to slack the intellect toward others." Ravus required, his voice steady and neutral, masking the factor from innocents could potentially be endangered by him and the retainer.
The advisor was ambivalent on how to reply to the Oracle after he had full attention of the Astral. Especially one deity involving the boys and Ravus.
On the other side of Ignis phone, Ravus heard a masculine voice calling his first initial. The man asked for his whereabouts and suggested retreating back into the trailer. Ignis rises from his seat, producing a creak noise. Assuming the noise was the outdoor plastic chairs that commoners use to admire nature. Ignis replied to the man as the phone muffled, probably pushing his phone away, so the advisor commented him than Ravus.
"...Indeed, I must pardon myself to relenquish for today. Thank you for your time, Ravus, and have a good night." Ignis voice increased swiftly, and toned to moderation.
Before Ignis dismissed the connection between the two, Ravus concluded the final settlement of the Oracle. Expressing his utmost gratitude to the Crownsguard, he summoned the advisor's name quickly before he ended.
"Before you go, I must ask you."
"Yes?" Ignis asked the Oracle appeal.
"As our nation foundation united as one, I want to grant you and Lucis permission—that you are more than welcome to visit Tenebrae."
A/N—Final act is coming.