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In a distant realm where magic thrives, ferocious beasts shake mountains and rivers with their mighty roars, and individuals wield superhuman strength capable of reshaping...
Second Civilization Zone, Southeastern Part of the Continent, Earth Region, Europe, France, Paris.
4th Year of New Age, Monday, 2nd Week, 9th Month of John.
After Tavish accidentally opened a portal using raw Aether energy, he was thrown through space and found himself standing in the heart of Paris.
But this wasn't the romantic city of art, wine, and cobblestone cafés he'd read about in old Earth books. No, Paris had been long under the iron grip of the Deutsches Reich since the 1970s. On every corner, soldiers in matte black power armor patrolled the streets like machines.
And after spotting him, they were looking for him.
"...Well, shite," Tavish muttered, ducking into the flow of pedestrian traffic. "Why the hell did I end up in France?"
He adjusted the frayed scarf tighter around his neck, the same one he'd stolen hours ago from a laundry line, doing his best to blend in the crowd. His tattered cloak, coated in travel dust, flapped faintly as he moved with the crowd, nondescript enough to be mistaken for just another citizen of this country.
Tavish kept to the shadows of narrow alleys and cracked stone walls while the population around him were silent, casting their eyes down and speaking louder than whispers. No one smiled and dared make eye contact at each other
As he turned a corner, he caught sight of a patrol unit ahead, Reich soldiers in full armor, accompanied by a massive Zitadelle Walker stomping behind them with its hydraulic limbs hissing with every step and its mounted autocannon scanned the area with lazy menace.
Then he looked up and saw a pair of Reich soldiers sprinting across the rooftops above.
Despite not possessing any gear or exosuits, they leaping across a ten-meter wide alleyway like it was nothing, moving with unnatural grace and landed soundlessly on the other side.
Tavish froze and felt his heart thudding.
That wasn't normal. No human could do that unaided, but as his Aether-sense brushed against them, he felt no synthetic signatures or any cybernetics.
This is just raw terrifying potential.
He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm.
If he made a move now, he'd be cut down before he could blink. The Aether bound to his soul whispered temptations to strike and promised vengeance, but Tavish wasn't a fool. He'd seen what the Reich did to those who resisted in plain view.
Eventually, he reached a broad public square near the Seine, where he witnessed a bizarre scene.
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"Yeeeeeeeeee!!"
"Hahaha!"
A group of Reich soldiers were dancing the Kazotsky Kick in formation, laughing like children on a sugar rush with their black helmets bounced in rhythm, absurdly out of place in the cold oppressive atmosphere.
