sensed a great loss to my own curiosity.
Though she had gone, I noticed that the barrier wall of my holding cell hadn't come back on. The guards were still lingering in the opening, not showing any signs of leaving any time soon. Right then and there, I once again wondered if this was to be my final moment. Before I could even flinch, though, the President returned.
Upon the corroded room's only table, Nightwood slapped down a scuffed up touchpad with a cracked screen. I reached for the damaged device and inspected its display. The screen revealed an official United Corps report on the night in question.
"Normally, I do not share events from my personal life, but privacy is not a luxury that people like you and me have," informed the President. "We are both too involved. We are too high up to hide things from the rest of humanity. People deserve to know it all. Neither of us have the right to keep the secrets that belong to us. For you, that is the price that all crimes must pay. For me, it is a required sacrifice that costs every leader. The report that you hold in your hands is being released as a public record. Everyone will soon know its contents whether I want them to or not."
With that, she hastily departed from my cell. Thankfully, the guards went with her that time. I could finally relax as the barrier wall closed behind their departure.
Focusing my attention to the battered touchpad in my hands, I dived straight into the report. It was in Ember Nightwood's own words. Completed through her own heart and mind, it was like an artwork of information.
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Let me tell you how this time came to be. The world fell beneath its own fury. Victory was found by none. Weakened from our struggles, a new power took reign. The brainchild of Dr. Deadstock, this birthing power was our liberator, our preserver, our protector. That is, until the line between genius and madness became blurred.
The outcome was nothing new. Mankind had always been careless in his ways. The energy known as the Blood Tech simply served as an exorbitant reminder.
Mysterious and unethical, the technology was a new form of sustainability. Powered by blood cells, it only required a few drops for fuel. The effect supplied immeasurable energy to our uncountable industries. The potential was unlimited.
With such versatility, Deadstock and his Thralls easily taught themselves how to turn the Blood Tech into weapons. The earth had never seen such a destructive supremacy. It was around this time that Dr. Deadstock was called by a new name. The people began to call him the Overlord.
Yet, at the height of his power, the Overlord fled the planet for unknown reasons. He took with him the only way to control the Blood Tech, the Wandering Star. In taking it, his absence locked all the calamity down until the day he ever returned. I remember well as his celestial ship rose into the sky as our nukes dropped down onto the surface.
It was a final hour that would forever be dubbed as the Last Day of the Last War. This hour ended all we had known, leaving mankind to fend in the shambles. Like pressing a reset button, the nukes changed everything. Whoever survived became the new supremacy, the only authority left.
If only the world knew in that hour what the Overlord was trying to do. We were adamant on bringing an end to his war, but so was he. By the time we realized he was on our side, the nukes were already on their way.
Some survivors speculated that a division had split the loyalties of the Thralldom. In a schism that forced the Overlord to leave, he left to preserve his own life, rather than that of the planet. Others believed he left in regret, to escape his own shame. Whatever reason, all theories shared a common thread. Before he departed, the Overlord joined the technology with his own bloodstream. He became the Wandering Star and it became him.
Recently, the Blood Tech thought to be dormant was awakened somehow. Only one thing was ever capable of such
Though she had gone, I noticed that the barrier wall of my holding cell hadn't come back on. The guards were still lingering in the opening, not showing any signs of leaving any time soon. Right then and there, I once again wondered if this was to be my final moment. Before I could even flinch, though, the President returned.
Upon the corroded room's only table, Nightwood slapped down a scuffed up touchpad with a cracked screen. I reached for the damaged device and inspected its display. The screen revealed an official United Corps report on the night in question.
"Normally, I do not share events from my personal life, but privacy is not a luxury that people like you and me have," informed the President. "We are both too involved. We are too high up to hide things from the rest of humanity. People deserve to know it all. Neither of us have the right to keep the secrets that belong to us. For you, that is the price that all crimes must pay. For me, it is a required sacrifice that costs every leader. The report that you hold in your hands is being released as a public record. Everyone will soon know its contents whether I want them to or not."
With that, she hastily departed from my cell. Thankfully, the guards went with her that time. I could finally relax as the barrier wall closed behind their departure.
Focusing my attention to the battered touchpad in my hands, I dived straight into the report. It was in Ember Nightwood's own words. Completed through her own heart and mind, it was like an artwork of information.
▲
Let me tell you how this time came to be. The world fell beneath its own fury. Victory was found by none. Weakened from our struggles, a new power took reign. The brainchild of Dr. Deadstock, this birthing power was our liberator, our preserver, our protector. That is, until the line between genius and madness became blurred.
The outcome was nothing new. Mankind had always been careless in his ways. The energy known as the Blood Tech simply served as an exorbitant reminder.
Mysterious and unethical, the technology was a new form of sustainability. Powered by blood cells, it only required a few drops for fuel. The effect supplied immeasurable energy to our uncountable industries. The potential was unlimited.
With such versatility, Deadstock and his Thralls easily taught themselves how to turn the Blood Tech into weapons. The earth had never seen such a destructive supremacy. It was around this time that Dr. Deadstock was called by a new name. The people began to call him the Overlord.
Yet, at the height of his power, the Overlord fled the planet for unknown reasons. He took with him the only way to control the Blood Tech, the Wandering Star. In taking it, his absence locked all the calamity down until the day he ever returned. I remember well as his celestial ship rose into the sky as our nukes dropped down onto the surface.
It was a final hour that would forever be dubbed as the Last Day of the Last War. This hour ended all we had known, leaving mankind to fend in the shambles. Like pressing a reset button, the nukes changed everything. Whoever survived became the new supremacy, the only authority left.
If only the world knew in that hour what the Overlord was trying to do. We were adamant on bringing an end to his war, but so was he. By the time we realized he was on our side, the nukes were already on their way.
Some survivors speculated that a division had split the loyalties of the Thralldom. In a schism that forced the Overlord to leave, he left to preserve his own life, rather than that of the planet. Others believed he left in regret, to escape his own shame. Whatever reason, all theories shared a common thread. Before he departed, the Overlord joined the technology with his own bloodstream. He became the Wandering Star and it became him.
Recently, the Blood Tech thought to be dormant was awakened somehow. Only one thing was ever capable of such
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