Mood board: Timothy
Celeste POVAs Giovanna's impossibly massive aura receded from my vision, blood spread to take its place. It coated my hands, forearms, lower legs and feet. I ignored the metallic taste of her blood in my mouth. Instead, I reveled at the weight of her head in my hands. I didn't even let the fact that her eyes were following my movements, faze me. That uncanny behavior would stop in a few minutes once her neurons stopped firing.
Dead. She was finally dead. It seemed unfathomable, but people had thought the same thing about the Supreme. There wasn't a person alive — human or Unknown – that couldn't be brought to their knees. You just had to play your cards right to achieve a feat like that. And the moment Giovanna decided to drag my brother into her shenanigans, was the moment she played hers fatally wrong.
Everyone who had hurt Timothy was dead. It should have meant that I could rest easy now, but I couldn't. It had been a long time since I'd laid my own eyes on my brother. Sure, we'd seen each other through the telepathic connection he'd forged for us to communicate. But I need to see him. To hold him. He'd alluded to something disturbing one of the last times we'd spoken and I couldn't shake it. It sounded like he was trying to say he was and wasn't okay at the same time. Like those two wenches had done something irreversible to him. Although I wasn't sure what it was just yet, it made me want to kill those two all over again.
Several feet away from me, Daisy Lynn was on her knees as she clutched one of her hands which was billowing smoke. I had a healthy amount of fear toward her before as an elemental. But seeing a person make lightning dance on their fingertips and command the skies above with nothing more than a single thought was enough to give me great pause. Although we fought on the same side, she and I would never be friends, not really. We were too different. Daisy Lynn was the hero here and I...honestly I couldn't really care less about Giovanna wanting to massacre humanity.
My stake in this fight had always been Timothy. When the humans tried to annihilate Unknowns, the thought of responding in kind seemed appropriate. My first instinct has always been to live and let live, but years of living in the desert meant I knew the rules of survival. Violence necessitates violence, otherwise that pack of wolves you let run free will come back to bite you.
The humans were lucky that there were Unknowns that didn't think like me. They were lucky that Giovanna had lost, because had we not won this, had we not ended her with this fight, she would have slaughtered them all. Well, she would have finished off anybody she'd missed so far. From what I understood, the Unknowns who had been captured in her aura had been spared, but the humans she identified had been snuffed out. Given how expansive her reach had been, I was sure some of them had gotten lucky and escaped her notice, but not many.
There was a rustling sound behind me and I saw some of the elementals emerge. Ayana and Ken came forward, but Dziko and Sakima were notably absent. They came over to where Daisy Lynn and I were.
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Chronicles of the Unknowns: Transcendence
Ciencia FicciónIn the seventh and final installment of the series, Daisy Lynn, Celeste and Augustus must face off with Giovanna and her followers over the fate of all of mankind, human and Unknown alike. Facing an enemy rivaled only by the Supreme herself, success...