The Corruption

Chapter 6

Amartya's temple, Myrk

The silence finally fell once the demon gave up on his previous question, deciding that for his prize he would have to make sacrifices. "Well, would one of you mind answering this question then? How do you plan to get to the 'Amare' Island?" With a hint of surprise on his expression Lux turned to the side, facing Killian completely, while Amartya only directed his eyes to their direction. 'Amare' Island, or the love island, the lair of the goddess of love and lust, Lady Hananoai, more commonly address as Lady Hana. Perhaps the time has perfectly aligned to provide an understanding of the geography of the realm of Heilagt. While Myrk, Canaan and Skaer are known as the three plains, they are in fact laid on a flat surface, being extremely far from each other, which manufactures a high level of difficulty on the mobility between said plans, yet they each have a huge gate as to the entrance of each one. Leaving that aside, how could that prove an issue? Yes, typically it should not be. But the love island in specific is called as such because the main structure, also known as Lady Hana's temple, emerged from the ground, taking place high in the sky, making the only entrance for it to fly up to it yet... Only Lux had this ability in this small group. "Could you and His Grace not teleport there?" The angel questioned, earning an annoyed look from Killian, whose facial expression could be read like a book at this specific scene, making his thoughts that orbited around the questioning of Luxes intellect on this moment... "Sir angel, are you truly unaware of the rules of the teleportation spell?" Taking the hesitant side glace of the angel as an answer, he sighed once more, raising his left hand to rub the brim of his nose. "You can only perform a successful teleport if you already know the place you want to be transitioned to. Unfortunately, I have never been to the island, and I highly doubt that Mr. Anti-social god has either." Both the parties that were participating on the current discussion glanced at the god who only seemed rather annoyed by the nickname. "I have not been there, no." With the answer given, the problem was now revealed, how to get up to the island? Sure, Lux could fly up to it, but the other two couldn't, and there was truly no way he could carry both the other males as well as himself. "There is no such thing as a problem." This time it was Amartya who spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest. "We'll just use the navis." Killian's eyes widen the slightest bit. "It is still able to fly?" The god only gave a nod as a response, focusing on the demon as his expression soften for a second. "She truly was an amazing craftswoman." The angel stood confused. "Who's 'she'?" Although the question had been thrown at the air, Killian took it upon himself to answer, his expression returning the usual façade. "General Catryna, the former general sloth and the best craftswoman that ever lived in Myrk." As a form of confirming his words, the god gave Lux a nod in agreement. "She crafted a air ship from scratch, giving it the denomination of 'Navis' before entrusting it to Tya as a gift. After her death in the great war no one really knew how to perform maintenance on the ship, so I assumed it could not fly anymore, I guess I was mistaken." Lux could only nod. Once again, the great war, or the pséftiki epanástasi, was referred... The memories of the battle were still a burning flame inside his body, yet he didn't truly know a lot about it. All he knew was that it was caused by a group of rebels that dared to defy the three mighty gods. But they could never have caused the amount of destruction that they did alone... The answer to the question was still unknown as the great war has always been surrounded by a mist of secrecy, not even the gods seemed to hold the answer... But with the current events perhaps it would not be such a wild accusation to assume this 'Einar' could have been involved in some sort of way in the war, not that they had any sort of proof to support their claims. The angels' eyes widen for a second before narrowing again as he looked straight at the demon. "You speak of that general with such lack of formality, were you acquaintances with her?" Killian only smiled, raising his left index finger and pressing it against his lips, eyes shining crimson with a glint of secrecy. Amartya voice brought the focus back to him as he turned around to leave the temple. "Enough talk, let's move."

On the airship