It was nearing sundown now that Eragon and Blue leaned on each other and climbed the stairs of the elven tower. They had spent the day routing the remaining soldiers of the Empire and helping purge radiation from both the city and the people therein after removing most of the spells of the city with the Name of Names. It had been a long day for everyone involved, though made intriguing with how TK- who was apparently the vessel to the deity Time had simply reversed the damage to most of the city.
Only the citadel remained broken and crumbling, smaller deities working alongside elves and dwarves to block it up as Classic simply.. rebuilt the wall with magic, revealing the immense strength of Destiny without a Fate to hinder her.
To add to things, thousands- literally thousands of lost creatures, elements and monsters of the Multiverse were wandering about in utter confusion, many banding together to feel safer, especially when they found others of the same universe. Bird had found his Undyne and Asgore, departing from activities to explain the situation and find his brother.
The pair of Riders finally reached the top of the malachite structure, stopping for a moment to stare at the door before sharing a look.
"Who do you feel-" "Nasuada." Blue huffed, not needing the human to finish the question.
"We still need to be present, however. So." He straightened, leading to Eragon copying him before a flash of blue magic had the latch lifting and opening the door.
There, in the large chamber stood an assortment of important figures. Orrin, Life, Reaper, Nasuada, Cicállaé, Orik, Grimrr Halfpaw- who sat on the floor instead- Arya, an elf lord by the name of Däthedr, Abyss and Alter. GB leaned on a wall in his bipedal form with half-lidded sockets, peering out at the Riders from the hooded gaze as Saphira sat perched in the space, tail hanging out of the enormous window in which she had entered. The light of the sunset poured in from the side, illuminating the chamber and giving it a sense of beauty- and oddly, somehow, a sense of finality.
Almost everyone was tense. Only the werecat, dragon, skeleblaster, gods and treeskeleton seemed relaxed, though part of it must have been weariness. Arya looked to have been crying recently- understandable given her mother, Islanzadí, had died in the fighting- and the elf lord was anxiously tapping the pommel of his sword. Orik was standing, hands folded over the end of Volund's haft, it standing in front of him as he studied his beard. Nasuada had crossed her arms, and Orrin was seated in a high-backed chair with bright eyes, wine in hand as he held a hand to his bandaged chest. Alter was tapping one foot anxiously as he stared out a window beside a serene Grimrr Halfpaw.
At the door, everyone looked up, Orik beaming.
"Eragon! Blue!" The dwarf king stomped over and clasped their shoulders, shaking Eragon. "I knew you could kill him! Well done! Tonight we celebrate, eh! Let the fires burn bright, and let our voices ring forth until the heavens themselves echo with the sound of our feasting."
They both nodded with tired smiles, Orik clapping Eragon's shoulder twice more and Blue once, returning to his place beside Saphira.
As Eragon went to his dragon, Blue stood next to GB, nudging him gently. The skeleblaster huffed, tapping his shoulder with his jawbone before pushing off the wall and blinking at the gathering.
No one spoke for a solid minute. A horse whinnied from the clamor of the city below.
It was Däthedr who spoke.
"We have a decision to make."
"That we know, elf." Orik huffed.
"Let him speak." Orrin waved his glittering goblet.
"I would hear his thoughts on how he thinks we should proceed." He smiled nastily, nodding at the elf. The lord merely nodded back, showing no sign of insult.
"There is no hiding that Galbatorix is dead. Even now, word of our victory wings it's way across the land. By the end of the week, Galbatorix's demise shall be known throughout the greater part of Alagaësia."
"As it should be." Nasuada stated, clad in a deep red dress that revealed her dramatic loss of weight.
"As it should be." Däthedr agreed.
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