Siva (Volume 2) The First Departure

Chapter 03: Tower of Sol

Chapter 03

Tower of Sol

[Do you think they’ll really come?] The man’s voice in the communicator line was hoarse, as if he’d been on a fight that required him to use his neck as a shield.

As Thorn sat on his Victorian chair in the middle of the plainly designed room facing a large window, the vast orange plains filled his eyes as the dancing flowers moved with graceful waves that pulled his reply with a solid tone.

“They will. There is no reason to doubt that they will not use this chance to get what they wanted.”

The man on the other line let out a sigh of an old man. There were movements on the speaker receiver and his voice echoed after a sound with the impression of something with a liquid hitting a glass table. [But if they actually do that, will that only add up to their problems? Worst case, they may make TGG and Sylphs their enemies.]

“That’s also part of the situation that we don‘t want to happen. Imagine, if they succeed, then no one else, even the combined forces of the TGG and the Sylphs can match them. As of now, all I can say is that we are still in the disadvantage so moving on with our plans will have to take some few adjustments.”

[Then I will also prepare for their coming.]

Thorn put a hand on his left temple as he use that hand to support his head. Then he let out a sigh after a moment and minded a large winged monster landing on the veranda on his right side. 

“Will you not join us this time?” He asked with pure and honest concern.

[Not now. Especially since my crew are hot on the trail of our failed quest last time.]

Thorn made a smile as he remembered that quest. He put a hand on the hilt of the sword resting on his chair’s right arm rest and played with his thumb on its tip. The clear bluish outline of the blade matched the bright orange light coming from the window. Thorn felt a sudden chill as his smile vanished and so stood up and went towards the window, stretching a hand as to touch and open the glass.

The fresh smell of nature entered his nose and that helped greatly to relax him. But that sensation was far from being real. It was just a bunch of electric signals that was created by the computer server and is directly fed to the brain to replicate the sense of smell.

But even though he knew that, the texture, the smell, the sight, the realism of the world called Virtual Reality was something that can be dubbed as the freedom that every person in the world so desperately seek out.

“You really won’t stop until you get it huh? You just remember my warning, Ronin, he is an unpredictable existence and I feel that he will become some sort of a moving gear and a blockade on our plans in the future.”

[Got it. But may I ask, why are you so cautious of a single man? If he really becomes a hindrance to our plans, you can always team up against him, right?]

The same sound of something moderately heavy in the hands echoed again in his ears and Thorn had an urge to get thirsty as he knew that Ronin was drinking wine again on the other line. But he just brushed it off as he went towards the veranda and stroked the head of the large monster who was waiting for him there.

Then at one corner of the room, an attractive woman appeared wearing what could be called an Elf’s outfit as seen in the LOTR.

He nodded at her and waved a hand as the woman made a Japanese gesture of bowing to a superior officer of a military organization. She took out a panel and the same appeared with a pop up sound on his vision.