The Sketch Survivors: The Enemy Among Us

Last Legs

Safer's Legion, now sulking in Antilone's GCC, was in the midst of a developing catastrophe. Thronost had died, George was probably with him in the afterlife, and, worst of all... the backup keys in Antilone were a complete lie.

Desperate and grieving, the Legion had obviously failed. As soon as they left Antilone for the first time, things were going on the up. But Goraxk heralded a new reality of possible treachery and decoy keys. This new reality was not in the favor of the legionnaires. Just like the First Brigade, just when things started to seem hopeful, all of that hope slipped away and burned in the inferno of the Rooted Spire.

This part of the GCC was very similar to the memorable corridor, lined with golden statues of real-world figures, where Moth- or, as he was then, Porter- had confessed his true identity. With all of his heart, Soal hoped for Moth's welfare. So much had happened to him since his departure on the Vendrisc, and so much must have happened to him as well. With a deep sigh, Soal looked upon the weary, hopeless faces of his colleagues. They were huddled in pairs or trios, attempting to console one another and mend their wounds.

Such a hopeless mood required a cheerful statement. "God save the Revolution," was the first thing that came to his mind. But as his lips uttered the words, the Legion stared back at him with even more dire expressions than earlier. Soal joined them and entered the squad that consisted of Heather, Bridget, and Yuirus, who kept watch over them.

"Faint is the light that guides you," Bridget cooed as Soal seated himself warily beside her. "Just as are your pathetic hearts."

"Do you show any sympathy for Thronost?" Soal sternly scowled at the potential Mervis. "He risked his life protecting you!"

"He was not protecting you," Bridget harrumphed. "His purpose was protecting the rest of you from us."

"Bridget?" Soal raised his eyebrows, noticing evidence of a betrayal.

"The blood of barbarians is spread too thin in Iminentia," she seemed to know more than she was hinting at. "The blood of this Legion has yet to flow. And, Commander, do what you will to evade us. It is all, so to speak, hopeless."

"Legion!" Soal knew, and, simultaneously, didn't know, what was happening here. Perhaps Bridget had had a revelation. The others flocked to him, and around the Lint Corp sisters, eyeing them in suspicion. "Legion... I think we have traitors in our midst."

"Alright, alright, fine," Bridget, along with her sister, stood up in unison. She then began to clap her hands slowly, as though plotting. "You caught us."

"Answer our questions, or die," Soal drew his sword, as did several others in the Legion; some of whom notched arrows in their bows instead, though. "We have had enough of Lint Corp sympathizers like you."

"You'll be sorry," Bridget spat, landing a tiny drop of her saliva on Gorshaw's lips. "When we were younger, we were warned to avoid Crenps, the great hands. We have indeed discovered Crenps... the heavy hand of the spread of the Revolution."

"Tell us what you know about Lint Corp that we don't," Soal snarled, waving his sword before Heather, much to Bridget's alarm, and to hers.

Bridget and Heather backed away from the vengeful crowd of legionnaires, to stand perpendicularly with the shorter wall, near the door that would lead to the Desks of the Armorillion.

"Crenps will get you," Bridget hissed. "He'll get us all. Death to the Revolution; long live Lint Corp."

"Attack!" Soal thrust the command, but no one would follow it. The sisters were unarmed, and did not seem to portray any kind of physical threat. Besides, they hadn't seemed to have finished their petty speech about this vague Crenps thing.

"Show them, Heather," Bridget gave her own command, which her taller sister carried out. She dug through a pocket and pulled out, before holding them out as if to taunt anybody, the three original Keys of Death.

"The time has come," Bridget almost looked like she was stirring up a magical spell. "Heather... become one..." And then, a very, very disturbing thing happened.

A glow engulfed both of the sisters, so bright it could outshine the Pure Light Amulet at its brightest. Soal looked away, and others covered their eyes. Both of the shining sisters levitated towards one central light, merging together, until a brighter yet light dimmed. The sisters did not return to the floor.

Instead...