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[The Helm]
A hunter by the name of Viper, sat as he stared at the traveler, his ghost hovering closely on his side as he reflected upon looking at the prismatic colors the white sphere gave off, thinking of all the foes he's felled, the cataclysmic threats and eldritch gods he alone was responsible for stopping. He had made a name for himself as a legendary guardian since his resurrection, at the cost of course of not being able to recall his past, but such is the sacrifice needed to be one of the protectors for the last city, for humanity to avoid its extinction.
With the Witness dead and the war between light and dark finally won, he breathes a sigh of relief at the thought that humanity will now be able to rebuild with the help of their new allies. Of course existing enemies will bide their time, hiding until they feel confident enough to make a move but so too will the guardians and their allies that fought against the threats that brought low their civilizations, for they shall be there to help rebuild and begin to spread hopefully beyond the walls of the last cities and the stars above, as a new dawn has begun.
"The Witness's death spread like a shockwave through its troops. Th instant it was destroyed, things shifted" His comms began to pick up the words of the new hunter vanguard, Crow. "Most of the Witness's followers fled when it fell. But its most zealous believers are still carrying out its last orders" he continued as Viper could only sigh, expecting this as it was inevetible that without the Witness, there was still conflict as his floating companion could only look back towards his partner and tap itself against his forehead, eliciting a deadpan stare from the guardian.
"Xivu Arath is still out there: mortal, moving in the shadows. House Salvation has turned on itself, with Eramis nowhere to be seen. Savathun and the Lucent Brood are trying to claim control of the Pale heart. With the Witness dead, both Scorn and Taken are directionless. To put it simply...in the wake of the Witness, a power vacuum has been created in the universe. Who knows what will try to fill it? But out of all of this, the most worrying thing...is an aurora. It's bleeding out of the Traveler, Light and Darkness venting into open space over Earth. We designated a no-fly zone within a hundred kilometers of the aurora, enforced by Alliance cruisers. So far, no one has tested it. During the initial formation of the aurora, a piece of anomalous matter erupted from the Traveler, moving away at relativistic speeds. We tracked one out to a distance between Neptune and Jupiter, in the orbital path of Nessus. Then we lost track of it. I've got Hunters in the field investigating." Viper could only groan as he has a feeling that Crow will be contacting him very much in the near future to undertake such tasks, considering his experience and triumphs. A pity, he was looking forward to hiding away in the hunters bar for some RnR.
"Thank you, Crow. I'll leave it to you." The smooth deep voice of the Titan vanguard Zavala replied.
"Copy that. I'm headed back out into the field myself. I...need to see if I can pick up Fikril's trail. Find out what's going on with the Scorn." Crow replied.
"Keep me updated. And...good work." Zavala replied for the last time as he went back to helping manage the last city and the titans under his watch, almost eager to help humanity and their new Eliksnii brethren and sisters take their first step at a new dawn.
[Elsewhere, Elior Forest]
To call it a tragic moment that affected the lives of many, would be an understatement as a deep sense of sorrow could be felt from a large group of people. These people were not just strangers however to the grave that rested there, as they could only stare and contemplate in despair as many people couldn't believe how things had turned out.
At the forefront of this group stood 6 figures, all of whom bore a closest relationship with the one underneath. The weight of the despair burdened upon their shoulders the most as they had gathered there for the 1st time in a year for the first anniversary after the passing to the one who touched their lives in ways they couldn't have imagine anyone else doing.
There stood the camps of the royal candidates competing for the throne of the dragon kingdom of Luginica. The Emilia camp, led by the half-elf Emilia, a truly beautiful young woman, although many others don't see it that way due to her heritage, most calling her slurs such as 'half-demon' or 'witch', sponsored by the famed Roswaal L. Mathers, considered one of the most powerful magic users in the world, the strongest in Lugnica and Margrave of the western territories of said kingdom. Other members included the great spirit Beatrice, whose contract rested with Emilia, making a powerful duo of both Yin and Fire magic. Next came the members such as the camp shield Garfiel Tensil, a physically strong Demi human of brute strength, defense and combat prowess. Next came the former merchant now Internal Affairs Officer of the Emilia camp, Otto Suwen. Followed by him came the maids of the Emilia camp, the Oni twin sisters of Rem and Ram. The demi-human half sister of the camp shield, Frederica Baumann, followed by the youngest Petra.
Next stood 3 figures coming from the Felt camp, led by Felt, no last name, a golden haired youth that stood by the definition of 'Developing beauty' as she stood by her protector and camps sponsor, Knight Reinhard Van Astrea. Most consider this individual the strongest person in the world, as few could ever stop him, for his power is so great, he is restricted from entering any neighboring countries without good reason or permission, lest it lead to all out war. One last figure stood by them, a giant dark skinned individual, going by the name of Rom, a giant of old age and the grandfather figure to Felt.
Standing there was also the camp of Crusch Karsten, led by the beautiful green haired Matriarch of House Karsten, holding the title of Duke. 2 Figures stood beside her, the one that holds the title blue, renown for their healing magic throughout the kingdom and royal knight of the kingdom, Felix Argyle, a rather deceitfully dressed young Demi-human man, with the habit of crossdressing, though that has gone out the window as he stood there dressed in a plain black suit. Next came the Sword demon and Grandfather of Reinhard Van Astrea, a legendary figure known for his prowess with the sword and his past accomplishments in the demi-human war.
Asastasia Hoshin hailing from Kararagi city-states, her purple hair bellowing against the cold wing, stood there, her face somber, as well as the members of the Anastasia camp. Julius Juukulius, the illustrious Finest of Knights, a spirit user and one of the best the kingdom has to offer as he stood beside his lady, a sad frown adorned on his face. Next to them stood the Large figure of Ricardo Welkin, a wolf human and captain of Anastasia Hoshins' private mercenary group, the iron fang. Standing near them, the normally energetic and cheerful demi-human Pearlbaton triplets, stood, their tails down and their figures standing close to their lady as they all showed silent respect to the grave.
Finally we have the last camp of Priscilla Barielle, a beautiful and orange haired lady of the Sacred Vollachia Empire, her mouth forming behind her fan, a thin line of disgust and silent contempt for she stood silent, letting those who she deems lessers, wallow in despair. Next to her was her knight Al, a rather frivolous and goofy man, his face hidden by a helmet where none can see his expression but he stood silent with his lady, showing his respect to his brother from another world, as he stood with a dark air around him, only few being able to notice this.
Everyone with vastly different walks of life and different personalities stood before the grave of Natsuki Subaru, the Slayer of the white whale and the great rabbit, the one to defeat the sin archbishops of Sloth and Greed. A young man with a heart of gold and altruistic intent, of a young man that brought out the best in everyone truly through his upbeat personality and the hope he brought to wherever he went. All of this ending through the hands of the now dead arch bishops of gluttony, slain by Reinhard Van Astrea.
Unbeknownst, a gate would open somewhere in the world, its white void opening and sending a signal to a different universe all together, where a certain Hunter would stumble upon it upon being voluntold by a certain crow.