infideliis:
There were days when Ravus was almost positive that those in the Empire wanted him dead. Caught unawares during a skirmish, his men had fled, at least the human ones had, and the MagitekâŠ
The damned things malfunctioned; one self-detonation had set off the self-detonation of all of them, leaving Ravus alone in the midst of darkness in Keycatrich, that eerie and terrifying dead city that had once thrived before it had been reduced to ruins.
Outmatched, outnumbered, Ravus had done his best to fend off the daemons that had spawned, yet what could one man with a sword do? Even snatching up a discarded rifle had only earned him enough time to duck into one of the ruins, his left arm a bleeding mess; the armor had done well at blocking attack after attack yet it was imperfect and in time, it had broken, leaving him with no shield but to allow the arm to withstand the brunt of the blows. A wayward bullet from one of his own men, too, had gouged itself into his right hip.
He was in a sorry state, and so very near what was known as the Prairie Outpost, at that. He could only hope that someone might have heard the explosions and come to investigate.
Itâs been a while since he decided to go out and investigate the commotion outside the outpost. He isnât sure what he really expects when he scours the area, only to find the remains of magitek. Möngke swallows thickly. Whatever caused this amount of destruction must be terrifyingly strong. It doesnât help that itâs dark out tooâhe readjusts the light attached to his protective vest and keeps moving.
The hunter stumbles across flecks of blood. His stomach roils with anxiety. Someoneâs here. And badly injured, at that. He doesnât think twice about following the trail, his knives close at hand, before he sees a silhouette of a human. He makes his presence conspicuous by shining the light on the personâs face, revealing a pale, drawn face and silvery hair.
Möngke hesitates for a second. Then he carefully reaches out to tap on the manâs cheek. Is he still alive...?
