Fate/Laoch Gan Finsceal

Chapter 8: Desolation of Multiple Kinds

FATE/LAOCH GAN FINSCEAL

"Hero Without Legend"

Chapter 8: Desolation of Multiple Kinds

The next morning came, with the sun gradually turning the dim skies from navy blue to the pleasant sky color, mixed in with the yellows and oranges associated with the dawn hours. After shaking off the grogginess from the intense dream she had, Connla unleashed a large yawn and stretched her arms above her head. She was ready to take on the new day, but she wasn't sure where to go from here. Leonidas and Spartacus were nowhere in sight, and she didn't want to take off anywhere and force them to waste energy looking for her. She gazed at the brightening sky, feeling pangs of nostalgia hit her heart.

It was like this too... when I died...

Connla remained silent for a good while, feeling the light breeze brush against her hair and clothes. She tightly held Leonidas' cape against her chest to fight against the anxiety. Before she could get too lost in her thoughts however, she heard heavy footsteps approaching her. Spartacus hurried over and exclaimed, "You're finally awake, little miss! Perfect! The Spartan told me to come retrieve you posthaste!"

"What's going on? Did you find out anything about the alien mob?" she asked.

"I'm afraid I didn't get much from beating more of them up, although I noticed that they kept fleeing northward to escape my boundless wrath!"

"North?" Connla wondered. "Maybe their base of operations is in that direction."

"If the madam butcher who was controlling them is out of the picture, then they'd have to return to their hideout where the real boss is waiting to give them new orders."

"I agree. Their intelligence is limited, but they must have been ingrained with a mindset to obey someone's orders, not to just do whatever they wish. We should follow them and see where they take us."

"Indeed! Leonidas had the same idea!"

"Where is he anyway?"

Spartacus pointed north up the Strip and said, "He's trying to figure out how to commandeer these unusual steel chariots that have been left for us."

He guided her down the road until they reached Trump International Hotel. To her surprise, she noticed that a lot of abandoned vehicles had sustained copious amounts of external damage such as the hoods being crushed in or tires being blown out from overuse. The damage looked very similar from car to car, so she wasn't really sure what was going on. That was until she heard the distinct squealing of rubber scraping against pavement, and a nearby SUV suddenly barreled straight for the duo!

"Wha-!?" Connla gasped as she and Spartacus leapt out of the way. The vehicle careened out of control and slammed against the wall of the resort hotel, releasing plumes of smoke from the destroyed engine. The door flew open, and Leonidas stumbled out.

"Damn, this is no good as well!" he barked furiously. "Why must these metal chariots be so convoluted to commandeer!?"

Oh, I get it now, Connla thought. He was the one who totaled all of these strange wagons.

"Hey, I got the little miss!" Spartacus exclaimed. "Have you figured out how to ride these things yet!?"

"Have patience, Thracian!" Leonidas bellowed. "I am getting the hang of it, but I'm still trying to find a chariot that can help us follow those creatures with impeccable speed!"

"You better do it quick, or else we will lose our only lead."

"Hm?" Connla looked over at a large bag near Spartacus' feet. "What do you have there?"