Chapter 187: The Story Of Us (Two)
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Chapter 187: The Story Of Us (Two)
Ashani approached the door to a housethe one Vir had woken up in. Janak's home. Instead of the black, cold home from before, the abode was a brilliant white, decorated in gold.
The door dematerialized for her, and inside, Vir found a beautifully decorated home. Where Sawai aristocrats adorned their walls with paintings and lavish colors, the Imperium preferred prana as their paint instead.
Despite knowing it was the same place, Vir still struggled to accept the facts. The house he knew was dead. This one seemed to burst with life.
A mural covered an entire walla work of pure prana. This one depicted a tranquil tropical jungle. Even the ground and ceiling had their own beautiful prana patterns, with water affinity contrasting fire and wind against lightning.
Inside, Vir saw Ashanithe Ashani as she was at the height of the Imperium.
You havent aged a day, Vir muttered. While dressed in an elaborate gold dress that flowed behind her, the goddess looked the same.
Does this surprise you? she asked, freezing the simulation as she stood next to her younger self. Like the rest of my people, Automata do not age.
Her simple, unadorned white one-piece cast an entirely different impression from her old self. While her plain attire made her look like a benevolent, earnest goddessthe younger Ashani looked regal in a way no mortal could. Like an empress.
With her bangles, oversized earrings, and neckpiece, the younger Ashani fit right in with the rest of her people.
She also looked nervouseven scared. How the other occupants of the room could scare someone like Ashani, Vir couldnt say.
He shifted his attention to the two others.
The man caught Virs attention first. He sported short black hair, an enormous headdress, and a waxed handlebar mustache. He looked to be in his early thirties, but for all Vir knew, the man could have been centuries old.
His exposed, sculpted abs showed not a hint of fat anywhere on his body, and despite his slightly slender build and average height, he looked every bit a god. Like everyone else Vir had seen, his bronze skin was unmarred by even a single blemish, and his face appeared as though itd been sculpted to perfection from a slab of bronze.
Janak. Siyas father, Ashani said quietly.
You cant be serious. Thats Janak? Vir cried.
He was nothing like the aged sage from Valaka Amara. Granted, that had been a prana avatar of something like a copy of Lord Janak, but even so, the difference was just too vast. The mans behavior only highlighted that point.
Siya, look! the man said in a doting voice, kneeling in front of a girl no more than eleven or twelve. Daddyyy has brought youuu a sweet, sweet friend!
This is a god? This is The Janak?
The man looked like a normal father spoiling his child. An ornately dressed, rich father.
Theyre talking normally? Vir asked. When Ashani had first spoken to him, he couldnt understand a word shed said.
I have modulated their speech to your dialect, Ashani replied. I imagine the conversations in this simulation would sound unintelligible to you.
Thank you, Vir said, grateful for her consideration.
The simulation continued.
I dont need any friends, daddy! Karadis my friend, Siya said, clutching her bear tighter and eyeing Ashani with deep suspicion. Shes too pretty.
Vir felt Siya was hardly one to talk. Like Janak, his daughter also boasted perfect facial features, though if there was a family resemblance, Vir didnt see it. Where Janaks face was edged and powerful, Siyas was rounded and soft. Where his hair was a curly mess, hers was flowing and long. Even her clothing contrasted his. She wore a simple blue dress and wore no adornments, save for a single golden necklace.
She looks like a doll, Vir thought. A delicate, frail doll. The toy bear she clutched only heightened that imagea bear that actually moved its limbs.
Aiya, little rajni! Daddy made her himself! Just for you! You always wanted an older sister, didnt you?
If the man wasnt a god, Vir mightve found the scene funnysuch a handsome, imposing man talking like a child made for a truly endearing sight. But Janak was a god, worshiped by all and surpassed only by Adinat himself. The thought was a bit disconcerting for Vir.
Janak constructed me to become Siyas friend, Ashani said. The friend she never had.
Come, Ashani. Introduce yourself!
Young Ashani took a step forward and knelt in front of the young girl. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Siya. I am Ashani.
Ashanis lines came stiff and terse, and Siya darted back in her floating chair, hiding herself behind her father.
Ashanis expression fell slightly, but she maintained her smile.
Go on, Siya, Janak said soothingly. Why dont you greet your new friend?
Siya hesitated, then peeked out from Janaks back. P-Pleased to meet you.
Janak spun Siyas chair around and looked her in the eyes. I know you cant go out much these days, and I have been busy with my work. See? Now you wont be alone anymore!
Siya tightened her grip on her bear. I only need you, daddy, Siya said quietly.
Shes such a sweet little girl, Vir thought. The scene warmed Virs heart, but he sensed something off. Her arms and her legs looked thintoo thin, even for a small girl like her.
She cant walk, can she? Vir asked.
The scene froze.
The symptoms started manifesting when she was only four, Ashani said, looking at Siya with sadness. With each year that passed, she lost more and more control over her body.
I thought you said the Imperium had solved disease? That youd become immortal?
I know so, little one.
Shani, thats rude! Siya huffed. Im not little! Im just petite.
Of course, dear, Ashani replied.
Their relationship had progressed so much, Vir could hardly believe it. The stilted dynamic of their first meeting was gone without a trace, and if someone said the two girls were sisters, Vir wouldve believed it.
Siya was like the sun to me, Ashani said, freezing the world in its tracks. She was so strong. So blindingly bright. Never once did she complain. I envied her so very much. All I could think about was how this precious girl, my only friend, would soon leave me. Her life should have been measured in millennia, not months. For it to be robbed so cruelly was It was unbearable for me. Those days were the happiest of my entire life, and my saddest.
Shall we see some dresses, Shani? Siya said.
Again? Young Ashani asked. Did we not just visit the other day? You said their selection was lacking!
I know But didnt you hear? Theres a new line of dresses by Lady Vera herself! I cant wait to see you in them, Shani!
Me? Why me? Ashani replied. Why not you?
Because youre pretty, Shani! And those prana patterns are just so delightful, dont you think? I feel like I could stare at them all day long.
Yes, yes, princess. Whatever you desire.
Im not a rajni!
Youre my rajni, rajni, young Ashani whispered, nearly inaudible, but Siyas cheeks flushed, anyway.
The scene sped forward as Siya and the young Ashani made their way to the dress shop.
Janak left a hole in her life, Ashani said. A hole I so desperately tried to fill. If Siya could be so strong in the face of her illness, how could I wallow in sadness? I did everything I could. I became the sister she never had But there was no replacing Janak. Entire weeks went by without her seeing him. Precious time that Janak would never recover.
Shani quick! Make me presentable! Siya said, moving her hands weakly. The pair still hadnt reached the dress shop, but Siya had brought her floating chair to a hard stop.
What is it, my dear? Young Ashani asked, bending next to the girl.
Siya tugged on the sleeve of Ashanis golden dress. Look! Its Amar! she said, face flushing red.
Hes coming over! Hes going to see me!
You look fine, Siya. More than fine. Be confident. You are perfect as you are! Young Ashani whispered before righting herself and stepping back.
A fine day to you, Siya! Amar said, approaching. Around the same age as Siya, he wore the same golden garments as everyone else, though even Vir could tell the man would grow up to be handsome. Even now, as a child, he cut an impressive figure.
I-I-I, good! Siya stuttered.
Amar cocked a brow in amusement. Tis good that you are well!
How, um. H-how
I am fine, Siya, Amar replied with a chuckle. Ive been meaning to ask you About the upcoming ball
Siya waited patiently for Amar to continue, and Vir could almost hear the heavy beats of her heart.
Y-yes? she asked, when the boy slowly turned away from her.
Siya looked absolutely stricken, and young Ashani squeezed her arm in consolation.
What is that? Amar asked, pointing to the central spire that rose in the distance.
Vir followed the boys gaze and found a column of white clouds, enveloping the spire.
Oho! Siya said, clapping her hands together. A demonstration? How surprising. Isnt it wonderful, Amar?
N-no, Siya. That isnt
Like a drum, a deep sound thundered in their chests. Vir felt it as well.
A siren blared, and a disembodied voice commanded all to return to their homes. The weather control dome has failed. Please seek shelter. The weather control dome has
There was no warning. Buildings ruptured like waterskins filled with too much liquid. Prana barriers flared to life, but were immediately extinguished by some unseen force. A colossal force that eradicated all that it touched.
Inscriptions, previously invisible, lit up on all the nearby buildings. They held for a moment.
Flakes of material crumbled away, and then all failed.
Amars body flew like a rag doll. Siyas floating chair tumbled end over end, ejecting the paralyzed girl.
Young Ashani leaped up to cradle the falling Siya, but the roads under her undulated, like fabric swaying in the wind.
Streets cracked, buildings crumbled.
The heatwave hit, and the shockwave followed.
Vir watched in horror as all of Imperium creation was vaporized in the instant before the world turned white.
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Chapter 187: The Story Of Us (Two)
Ashani approached the door to a housethe one Vir had woken up in. Janak's home. Instead of the black, cold home from before, the abode was a brilliant white, decorated in gold.
The door dematerialized for her, and inside, Vir found a beautifully decorated home. Where Sawai aristocrats adorned their walls with paintings and lavish colors, the Imperium preferred prana as their paint instead.
Despite knowing it was the same place, Vir still struggled to accept the facts. The house he knew was dead. This one seemed to burst with life.
A mural covered an entire walla work of pure prana. This one depicted a tranquil tropical jungle. Even the ground and ceiling had their own beautiful prana patterns, with water affinity contrasting fire and wind against lightning.
Inside, Vir saw Ashanithe Ashani as she was at the height of the Imperium.
You havent aged a day, Vir muttered. While dressed in an elaborate gold dress that flowed behind her, the goddess looked the same.
Does this surprise you? she asked, freezing the simulation as she stood next to her younger self. Like the rest of my people, Automata do not age.
Her simple, unadorned white one-piece cast an entirely different impression from her old self. While her plain attire made her look like a benevolent, earnest goddessthe younger Ashani looked regal in a way no mortal could. Like an empress.
With her bangles, oversized earrings, and neckpiece, the younger Ashani fit right in with the rest of her people.
She also looked nervouseven scared. How the other occupants of the room could scare someone like Ashani, Vir couldnt say.
He shifted his attention to the two others.
The man caught Virs attention first. He sported short black hair, an enormous headdress, and a waxed handlebar mustache. He looked to be in his early thirties, but for all Vir knew, the man could have been centuries old.
His exposed, sculpted abs showed not a hint of fat anywhere on his body, and despite his slightly slender build and average height, he looked every bit a god. Like everyone else Vir had seen, his bronze skin was unmarred by even a single blemish, and his face appeared as though itd been sculpted to perfection from a slab of bronze.
Janak. Siyas father, Ashani said quietly.
You cant be serious. Thats Janak? Vir cried.
He was nothing like the aged sage from Valaka Amara. Granted, that had been a prana avatar of something like a copy of Lord Janak, but even so, the difference was just too vast. The mans behavior only highlighted that point.
Siya, look! the man said in a doting voice, kneeling in front of a girl no more than eleven or twelve. Daddyyy has brought youuu a sweet, sweet friend!
This is a god? This is The Janak?
The man looked like a normal father spoiling his child. An ornately dressed, rich father.
Theyre talking normally? Vir asked. When Ashani had first spoken to him, he couldnt understand a word shed said.
I have modulated their speech to your dialect, Ashani replied. I imagine the conversations in this simulation would sound unintelligible to you.
Thank you, Vir said, grateful for her consideration.
The simulation continued.
I dont need any friends, daddy! Karadis my friend, Siya said, clutching her bear tighter and eyeing Ashani with deep suspicion. Shes too pretty.
Vir felt Siya was hardly one to talk. Like Janak, his daughter also boasted perfect facial features, though if there was a family resemblance, Vir didnt see it. Where Janaks face was edged and powerful, Siyas was rounded and soft. Where his hair was a curly mess, hers was flowing and long. Even her clothing contrasted his. She wore a simple blue dress and wore no adornments, save for a single golden necklace.
She looks like a doll, Vir thought. A delicate, frail doll. The toy bear she clutched only heightened that imagea bear that actually moved its limbs.
Aiya, little rajni! Daddy made her himself! Just for you! You always wanted an older sister, didnt you?
If the man wasnt a god, Vir mightve found the scene funnysuch a handsome, imposing man talking like a child made for a truly endearing sight. But Janak was a god, worshiped by all and surpassed only by Adinat himself. The thought was a bit disconcerting for Vir.
Janak constructed me to become Siyas friend, Ashani said. The friend she never had.
Come, Ashani. Introduce yourself!
Young Ashani took a step forward and knelt in front of the young girl. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Siya. I am Ashani.
Ashanis lines came stiff and terse, and Siya darted back in her floating chair, hiding herself behind her father.
Ashanis expression fell slightly, but she maintained her smile.
Go on, Siya, Janak said soothingly. Why dont you greet your new friend?
Siya hesitated, then peeked out from Janaks back. P-Pleased to meet you.
Janak spun Siyas chair around and looked her in the eyes. I know you cant go out much these days, and I have been busy with my work. See? Now you wont be alone anymore!
Siya tightened her grip on her bear. I only need you, daddy, Siya said quietly.
Shes such a sweet little girl, Vir thought. The scene warmed Virs heart, but he sensed something off. Her arms and her legs looked thintoo thin, even for a small girl like her.
She cant walk, can she? Vir asked.
The scene froze.
The symptoms started manifesting when she was only four, Ashani said, looking at Siya with sadness. With each year that passed, she lost more and more control over her body.
I thought you said the Imperium had solved disease? That youd become immortal?
I know so, little one.
Shani, thats rude! Siya huffed. Im not little! Im just petite.
Of course, dear, Ashani replied.
Their relationship had progressed so much, Vir could hardly believe it. The stilted dynamic of their first meeting was gone without a trace, and if someone said the two girls were sisters, Vir wouldve believed it.
Siya was like the sun to me, Ashani said, freezing the world in its tracks. She was so strong. So blindingly bright. Never once did she complain. I envied her so very much. All I could think about was how this precious girl, my only friend, would soon leave me. Her life should have been measured in millennia, not months. For it to be robbed so cruelly was It was unbearable for me. Those days were the happiest of my entire life, and my saddest.
Shall we see some dresses, Shani? Siya said.
Again? Young Ashani asked. Did we not just visit the other day? You said their selection was lacking!
I know But didnt you hear? Theres a new line of dresses by Lady Vera herself! I cant wait to see you in them, Shani!
Me? Why me? Ashani replied. Why not you?
Because youre pretty, Shani! And those prana patterns are just so delightful, dont you think? I feel like I could stare at them all day long.
Yes, yes, princess. Whatever you desire.
Im not a rajni!
Youre my rajni, rajni, young Ashani whispered, nearly inaudible, but Siyas cheeks flushed, anyway.
The scene sped forward as Siya and the young Ashani made their way to the dress shop.
Janak left a hole in her life, Ashani said. A hole I so desperately tried to fill. If Siya could be so strong in the face of her illness, how could I wallow in sadness? I did everything I could. I became the sister she never had But there was no replacing Janak. Entire weeks went by without her seeing him. Precious time that Janak would never recover.
Shani quick! Make me presentable! Siya said, moving her hands weakly. The pair still hadnt reached the dress shop, but Siya had brought her floating chair to a hard stop.
What is it, my dear? Young Ashani asked, bending next to the girl.
Siya tugged on the sleeve of Ashanis golden dress. Look! Its Amar! she said, face flushing red.
Hes coming over! Hes going to see me!
You look fine, Siya. More than fine. Be confident. You are perfect as you are! Young Ashani whispered before righting herself and stepping back.
A fine day to you, Siya! Amar said, approaching. Around the same age as Siya, he wore the same golden garments as everyone else, though even Vir could tell the man would grow up to be handsome. Even now, as a child, he cut an impressive figure.
I-I-I, good! Siya stuttered.
Amar cocked a brow in amusement. Tis good that you are well!
How, um. H-how
I am fine, Siya, Amar replied with a chuckle. Ive been meaning to ask you About the upcoming ball
Siya waited patiently for Amar to continue, and Vir could almost hear the heavy beats of her heart.
Y-yes? she asked, when the boy slowly turned away from her.
Siya looked absolutely stricken, and young Ashani squeezed her arm in consolation.
What is that? Amar asked, pointing to the central spire that rose in the distance.
Vir followed the boys gaze and found a column of white clouds, enveloping the spire.
Oho! Siya said, clapping her hands together. A demonstration? How surprising. Isnt it wonderful, Amar?
N-no, Siya. That isnt
Like a drum, a deep sound thundered in their chests. Vir felt it as well.
A siren blared, and a disembodied voice commanded all to return to their homes. The weather control dome has failed. Please seek shelter. The weather control dome has
There was no warning. Buildings ruptured like waterskins filled with too much liquid. Prana barriers flared to life, but were immediately extinguished by some unseen force. A colossal force that eradicated all that it touched.
Inscriptions, previously invisible, lit up on all the nearby buildings. They held for a moment.
Flakes of material crumbled away, and then all failed.
Amars body flew like a rag doll. Siyas floating chair tumbled end over end, ejecting the paralyzed girl.
Young Ashani leaped up to cradle the falling Siya, but the roads under her undulated, like fabric swaying in the wind.
Streets cracked, buildings crumbled.
The heatwave hit, and the shockwave followed.
Vir watched in horror as all of Imperium creation was vaporized in the instant before the world turned white.
Chapter 187: The Story Of Us TwoAshani approached the door to a housethe one Vir had woken up in. Janak's home. Instead of the black, cold home from before, the abode was a brilliant white, decorated in gold.The door dematerialized for her, and inside, Vir found a beautifully decorated home. Where Sawai aristocrats adorned their walls with paintings and lavish colors, the Imperium preferred prana as their paint instead.Despite knowing it was the same place, Vir still struggled to accept the facts. The house he knew was dead. This one seemed to burst with life.A mural covered an entire walla work of pure prana. This one depicted a tranquil tropical jungle. Even the ground and ceiling had their own beautiful prana patterns, with water affinity contrasting fire and wind against lightning.Inside, Vir saw Ashanithe Ashani as she was at the height of the Imperium.You havent aged a day, Vir muttered. While dressed in an elaborate gold dress that flowed behind her, the goddess looked the same.Does this surprise you? she asked, freezing the simulation as she stood next to her younger self. Like the rest of my people, Automata do not age.Her simple, unadorned white one-piece cast an entirely different impression from her old self. While her plain attire made her look like a benevolent, earnest goddessthe younger Ashani looked regal in a way no mortal could. Like an empress.With her bangles, oversized earrings, and neckpiece, the younger Ashani fit right in with the rest of her people.She also looked nervouseven scared. How the other occupants of the room could scare someone like Ashani, Vir couldnt say.He shifted his attention to the two others.The man caught Virs attention first. He sported short black hair, an enormous headdress, and a waxed handlebar mustache. He looked to be in his early thirties, but for all Vir knew, the man could have been centuries old.His exposed, sculpted abs showed not a hint of fat anywhere on his body, and despite his slightly slender build and average height, he looked every bit a god. Like everyone else Vir had seen, his bronze skin was unmarred by even a single blemish, and his face appeared as though itd been sculpted to perfection from a slab of bronze.Janak. Siyas father, Ashani said quietly.You cant be serious. Thats Janak? Vir cried.He was nothing like the aged sage from Valaka Amara. Granted, that had been a prana avatar of something like a copy of Lord Janak, but even so, the difference was just too vast. The mans behavior only highlighted that point.Siya, look! the man said in a doting voice, kneeling in front of a girl no more than eleven or twelve. Daddyyy has brought youuu a sweet, sweet friend!This is a god? This is The Janak?The man looked like a normal father spoiling his child. An ornately dressed, rich father.Theyre talking normally? Vir asked. When Ashani had first spoken to him, he couldnt understand a word shed said.I have modulated their speech to your dialect, Ashani replied. I imagine the conversations in this simulation would sound unintelligible to you.Thank you, Vir said, grateful for her consideration.The simulation continued.I dont need any friends, daddy! Karadis my friend, Siya said, clutching her bear tighter and eyeing Ashani with deep suspicion. Shes too pretty.Vir felt Siya was hardly one to talk. Like Janak, his daughter also boasted perfect facial features, though if there was a family resemblance, Vir didnt see it. Where Janaks face was edged and powerful, Siyas was rounded and soft. Where his hair was a curly mess, hers was flowing and long. Even her clothing contrasted his. She wore a simple blue dress and wore no adornments, save for a single golden necklace.She looks like a doll, Vir thought. A delicate, frail doll. The toy bear she clutched only heightened that imagea bear that actually moved its limbs.Aiya, little rajni! Daddy made her himself! Just for you! You always wanted an older sister, didnt you?If the man wasnt a god, Vir mightve found the scene funnysuch a handsome, imposing man talking like a child made for a truly endearing sight. But Janak was a god, worshiped by all and surpassed only by Adinat himself. The thought was a bit disconcerting for Vir.Janak constructed me to become Siyas friend, Ashani said. The friend she never had.Come, Ashani. Introduce yourself!Young Ashani took a step forward and knelt in front of the young girl. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Siya. I am Ashani.Ashanis lines came stiff and terse, and Siya darted back in her floating chair, hiding herself behind her father.Ashanis expression fell slightly, but she maintained her smile.Go on, Siya, Janak said soothingly. Why dont you greet your new friend?Siya hesitated, then peeked out from Janaks back. P-Pleased to meet you.Janak spun Siyas chair around and looked her in the eyes. I know you cant go out much these days, and I have been busy with my work. See? Now you wont be alone anymore!Siya tightened her grip on her bear. I only need you, daddy, Siya said quietly.Shes such a sweet little girl, Vir thought. The scene warmed Virs heart, but he sensed something off. Her arms and her legs looked thintoo thin, even for a small girl like her.She cant walk, can she? Vir asked.The scene froze.The symptoms started manifesting when she was only four, Ashani said, looking at Siya with sadness. With each year that passed, she lost more and more control over her body.I thought you said the Imperium had solved disease? That youd become immortal?I know so, little one.Shani, thats rude! Siya huffed. Im not little! Im just petite.Of course, dear, Ashani replied.Their relationship had progressed so much, Vir could hardly believe it. The stilted dynamic of their first meeting was gone without a trace, and if someone said the two girls were sisters, Vir wouldve believed it.Siya was like the sun to me, Ashani said, freezing the world in its tracks. She was so strong. So blindingly bright. Never once did she complain. I envied her so very much. All I could think about was how this precious girl, my only friend, would soon leave me. Her life should have been measured in millennia, not months. For it to be robbed so cruelly was It was unbearable for me. Those days were the happiest of my entire life, and my saddest.Shall we see some dresses, Shani? Siya said.Again? Young Ashani asked. Did we not just visit the other day? You said their selection was lacking!I know But didnt you hear? Theres a new line of dresses by Lady Vera herself! I cant wait to see you in them, Shani!Me? Why me? Ashani replied. Why not you?Because youre pretty, Shani! And those prana patterns are just so delightful, dont you think? I feel like I could stare at them all day long.Yes, yes, princess. Whatever you desire.Im not a rajni!Youre my rajni, rajni, young Ashani whispered, nearly inaudible, but Siyas cheeks flushed, anyway.The scene sped forward as Siya and the young Ashani made their way to the dress shop.Janak left a hole in her life, Ashani said. A hole I so desperately tried to fill. If Siya could be so strong in the face of her illness, how could I wallow in sadness? I did everything I could. I became the sister she never had But there was no replacing Janak. Entire weeks went by without her seeing him. Precious time that Janak would never recover.Shani quick! Make me presentable! Siya said, moving her hands weakly. The pair still hadnt reached the dress shop, but Siya had brought her floating chair to a hard stop.What is it, my dear? Young Ashani asked, bending next to the girl.Siya tugged on the sleeve of Ashanis golden dress. Look! Its Amar! she said, face flushing red.Hes coming over! Hes going to see me!You look fine, Siya. More than fine. Be confident. You are perfect as you are! Young Ashani whispered before righting herself and stepping back.A fine day to you, Siya! Amar said, approaching. Around the same age as Siya, he wore the same golden garments as everyone else, though even Vir could tell the man would grow up to be handsome. Even now, as a child, he cut an impressive figure.I-I-I, good! Siya stuttered.Amar cocked a brow in amusement. Tis good that you are well!How, um. H-howI am fine, Siya, Amar replied with a chuckle. Ive been meaning to ask you About the upcoming ballSiya waited patiently for Amar to continue, and Vir could almost hear the heavy beats of her heart.Y-yes? she asked, when the boy slowly turned away from her.Siya looked absolutely stricken, and young Ashani squeezed her arm in consolation.What is that? Amar asked, pointing to the central spire that rose in the distance.Vir followed the boys gaze and found a column of white clouds, enveloping the spire.Oho! Siya said, clapping her hands together. A demonstration? How surprising. Isnt it wonderful, Amar?N-no, Siya. That isntLike a drum, a deep sound thundered in their chests. Vir felt it as well.A siren blared, and a disembodied voice commanded all to return to their homes. The weather control dome has failed. Please seek shelter. The weather control dome hasThere was no warning. Buildings ruptured like waterskins filled with too much liquid. Prana barriers flared to life, but were immediately extinguished by some unseen force. A colossal force that eradicated all that it touched.Inscriptions, previously invisible, lit up on all the nearby buildings. They held for a moment.Flakes of material crumbled away, and then all failed.Amars body flew like a rag doll. Siyas floating chair tumbled end over end, ejecting the paralyzed girl.Young Ashani leaped up to cradle the falling Siya, but the roads under her undulated, like fabric swaying in the wind.Streets cracked, buildings crumbled.The heatwave hit, and the shockwave followed.Vir watched in horror as all of Imperium creation was vaporized in the instant before the world turned white.
