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Extant breath is taken as they wade through the subcutaneous of Hive structures. Myrrdin’s solar flame licks at his skin as he lights the path.
“We should not be here,” Nimue says in his headpiece.
And while he couldn’t agree more, they have a duty to fulfill.
He doesn’t respond as he climbs through an hive-infested oil-slicked gap in a wall. These were once catacombs, if the countless human skulls and bare hints of loculi was anything to go off of.
“How much further until the heart?” He finally says.
“A few more kilometers. I say, this Hive filth is only growing denser.”
“Yes, it is. That is why it is the heart we seek.”
There through the fetid growths and tumors, Myrddin cuts through at last. A resounding squelch sounds unpleasantly against his ears as he slides into the artery of the infestation. He’s been lucky thus far to not meet much resistance.
What little he did was met with flame, blade, and a sneer hidden beneath worn metal.
They never expect him to be beneath the skin of their infestation. Acting as the immune response to a sick body. And is that not what Earth is with how the Hive creeps through her bowels? Humanity’s cradle will not be wreaked from within. Not when there is yet more to be done.
“I’m sick of doing this, it’s really gross in here.” Nimue says and again he doesn’t respond.
“Nimue.” He says, and in that moment she is gone.
The solar fire at his skin bends inwards, as though it were being sucked in, as he summons his Light-forged blade. With one fell motion he stabs it down into the hive infestation. He inhales, and there is darkness. His Light subdued. And then a millisecond and there is naught a shadow to be seen as the cavity illuminates with Myrrdin’s very soul.
Solar Light acting as a sun, all fission and fusion, an inhale and exhale. The Hive infestation begins to peel, millions of unborn thrall scream, wizards chant in feverish pitch, knights provide barriers, acolytes search for the source of the sudden attack but there is nothing to be done.
It is as inexorable as the dawn.
Within one brilliant burst all is ash. In the wake of that ash, a sword — embedded deep into the earth — in a tomb beneath ruins older than old.
Nimue sighs as she looks at the smoking remains of the Hive infestation, the charred land the explosion left behind. Why did she have to rez a crazy one?
It will take at least two days to find his incinerated remains. And then maybe a couple minutes to fully rez him, she was never good at fixing her chosen up when he decided to go with his whole nuclear combustion routine.
It’s exhausting. She’ll still do it of course, because her chosen’s mission is her mission.
Besides, there is yet fuel for his flames.