"[Royal Scythe]" The robed man says calmly, catapulting an ethereal blade through the two panicking young men.
"Brothers, I warned you. Join my revolution, or die by my hands." The robed man remarked, dropping [Moon's Veil] and allowing the shadows disguising him to slide off his body.
The man slowly yet surely sauntered towards the large gilded door, his final hurdle.
Sticking his hands out, mana, internal energy, and flux flowed freely into the structure. Gold may be one of the few materials capable of dispersing all three, but its natural resistance crumbles when faced with a constant stream.
Unfortunately for the young revolutionary, the founders of this wicked order had predicted something like this, infusing the other materials present within the door with enough magic to blow anyone in the hallway to smithereens.
"[True Abnegation]" Damien, the robed man, muttered, conjuring a powerful shield around himself. Unfortunately, his last-minute defense was only able to partially diffuse the damage, never getting enough time to form fully.
His life was spared, but his left arm was another story.
'Old bastards, even in death you're a fucking thorn in my side. Well, a bomb in my arm.' Damien thought to himself, slowly limping into the internal chamber.
The loss of his arm was reversible, but doing so would leave him too weak to accomplish his next goal.
Slowly dragging himself into the internal chamber, Damien had reached his goal.
Behind the four sets of sealed doors, and over the fifty bodies of his fellow Sealbearers, Damien had accomplished what no other would-be revolutionary had done before.
He could finally break the Seal of Centuries and return to humanity the power they had been robbed of, but there's one thing Damien knew about all else.
If I'm gonna do this, I better may it count, and I better make it one hell of a show.
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The day was like any other day for Vex, slowly clicking his pen, bored in the back of his third college lecture of the day.
'I wonder what I can eat today' He thought idly to himself, staring dead-eyed at the bored of his macro-econ classroom. Attending only due to the mandatory attendance requirement of his scholarship.
Another boring day of monotony, broken only by the intense vibrating of his phone in his pocket.
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As his phone continued to vibrate, Vex reached into his pocket to investigate the phenomenon, only to realize the entire class had done the same thing. Whatever news he was receiving, it appeared the rest of the class had gotten it as well.
'Weird. Maybe it's an Amber Alert?' He thought, yet as he glanced down at his phone, the only thing present on his, or any other phone, tablet, or electronic device in the world at the moment, was a strange purple symbol.
Before thoughts of skepticism were able to settle into his mind, the strange purple symbol was replaced by a strange and ghastly sight.
Standing in front of an elegant golden carving of what appeared to be modern art, was a dying man. His face was slowly losing color, yet more frighteningly, was the fact that blood was still dripping from a wound that appeared to have removed his left arm.
Yet, the most strange phenomenon was the man's eerie smile. Like a father staring proudly as his son takes first in a sports competition, a look of pure pride.
"Evening, citizens of the world. I'm known by a few names, yet from now on, you'll all know me simply as Administrator." The ghastly-looking young man said, slightly coughing before continuing.
"A few of you recognize exactly where I am and are probably scrambling to stop me at all costs, yet my message to you is that it's too late. By the time you'd be able to get here, I'll have already killed you, your families, and everyone related to you or involved with you down to the third degree, and that's a solemn vow." The injured man said, bowing slightly before continuing his deranged speech. "To the rest of you, hello, and congratulations. I've come to give you freedom, status, and most importantly, the power that has been stolen and obfuscated from you for so long."
Standing with his back straight, the injured man looked straight into the camera and held out his still usable arm, bringing up three fingers.
"What I've done for you is threefold and already underway. Although I'll be dead by the time the spell finishes taking place, it's impossible to stop now. The first, and most important, is I've returned your birthright. For thousands of years, those in power have defended and protected an organization, my organization. Our purpose was simple, to protect the ancient seal placed on the Earth. This seal prevented the common man from absorbing any of the three natural powers of the universe, gifting only those the elites deemed worthy of an iota of power. But no more!" The man said, raising his arm into the air and yelling. "Not only have I wiped out this organization, but I've destroyed the wretched seal that was placed upon our beautiful planet! May the latent blood running in your veins come forth and awaken, and may those of you chosen by the world finally gain the ability you truly deserve!" He announced, cackling to himself and coughing, taking a few moments to recollect himself.
Yet, that moment of pause was all that was needed. Riots began to erupt, workplaces and cities were thrown into chaos at the news, yet the moment the man continued to talk, all eyes and ears returned to their screens and radios.
"The second gift I've given you is freedom. As I boasted earlier, all those in power, down to the third degree, and every elite in the world will be wiped from the planet. Why? Personal bias. They chose to lock me in this damn organization ever since I was born, forced me to learn and wield this power, so now it'll be the death of them. Also, what fun is there to restoring the power of the people if they're still stepped on?" The revolutionary cackled once again, coughing up large amounts of blood before swaying unsteadily.
Yet, before he could hear the strange man's third decree, something drew on Vex's consciousness, drawing his eyes upward in time to see a strange, translucent glowing box appear in front of him.
[ Congratulations! The Hand of Fate has selected you as one of its chosen! ]
[ Will you accept? ]
[ Yes / No ]