Pandora, Arezo, and I ran through the dizzying halls of the Aetherium. The sky castle began to sway like a ship at sea. Turbulence stalled us sometimes, as we thought we'd fall to our deaths.
Luckily, the solution didn't require the Aetherium anymore.
Panting, Arezo asked, "What are we going to do??"
I turned to her, on my left, "First, we need to get outside. I'll explain from there."
"Don't we need to use the Psychonet?" she asked.
"No. I already figured it out!" I exclaimed.
I hoped Lily would be able to stall the Angels. Hopefully without being annihilated from existence. Somehow, she seemed even more powerful than the other Angels, so I kept my hope.
A loud explosion could be heard in the distance. What was even happening??
"You think the Sige is just going at it??" I asked.
Pandora said, "I don't know!"
Finally, we made it to the outside. It was a beautiful night. Stars everywhere. Reddened clouds, painted by the ominous lights of the Aetherium. Much more peaceful than inside. Like the calm at the eye of the storm.
Over the side of our floating castle, massive monsters drifted in the currents of the clouds. Beasts of Sige. The earliest lifeforms of this new era. It was beautiful. Haunting. If I could, I'd suggest we all stay behind and observe this new world grow. It would probably be better than the one we lived in. Just not for us.
"Guhya??" Arezo said, catching me staring out.
"Sorry. It's just amazing. How about we wait just a bit longer?" I sat against the wall that guarded the edge of the Aetherium.
Pandora sat beside me.
Arezo reluctantly joined us, "Seems dangerous. What's the plan??"
I laid it out, marveling at the skies that fell before our eyes, "Well. It's fairly risky. The way to the Outside is through total disconnection from this world. From all its knowledge and grandiosity. All its technology. Everything has to be left behind."
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The Psychonet: Apocalyptica
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