With the reinforced glass now removed, Akyan looks at the computers. He searches for a way to disarm the engines. He finds a hidden command prompt area for the hellfire engines. The only available options are seek movement, destroy buildings, and fireworks.
The hellfire engines roll towards the Aeroport, now seeking to seek and destroy, since the town has been fully decimated. Akyan quickly attempts to fumble with the command prompt to target each other instead.
Immediately, the hellfire engines roll to a stop. Half of them pivot to face the Aeroport. No longer do they seek to kill people, they now need to destroy the only building left.
Growling, Akyan returns to the computers to re-direct the engines. This time it is a success. Lava belches at each other, and they slowly become antiquity.
Rieka watches as the engines move away, attacking each other.
"Thanks," she says with a smile, looking at the smog-covered sky. Then, with a satisfied nod, she turns and dashes to where Akyan is standing in the Aeroport. Together, they climb the walls.
Aaron now sees the hellfire engines malfunctioning. "No... the engines."
"Well, what did you expect us to do, step aside and let the destroy the city?" Rieka replies, gesturing at the wide expanse of nothingness. "You!re insane if you think we're not going to help anyone in need."
"You are insane," Akyan replies. "There's no question about that. Now stop this madness if you wish to keep your life."
Rieka nods, readying her weapon. "And I suggest you fix the magic as well. I have no doubt that that was you the whole time."
Aaron looks at the destruction of the city that he built years ago. He looks at the hellfire engines lying dormant, either destroyed or made useless. He looks at the remains of Castle Aminour, a place he had created but never quite allowed to live in. He looks at the debate stands, one lying on its side, the other completely missing; a place he had once wished to give speeches on politics at for the longest time. He turns to the party.
"Please, let me apologise. I made you all the villains of my unfortunate history. I made you the reason that I would never keep my presidency. But it turns out that we were both the same, making desperate attempts to achieve something we'd never attain.
"I never intended to cause so much pain, but here I am: with nothing left. I'm truly sorry, because neither of us achieved what we were after. I think that we could have been a great team in another world. Now, all I can give you is closure."
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The Saga of Las Aminour
General FictionA capitol that will end in hellfire begins with an election of a man named "tyrant".
