Deathly Spirits [Hakainushi Recruitment] Apr 16, 2019 3:19:03 GMT
Post by Metal Drive on Apr 16, 2019 3:19:03 GMT
The records of the Digital World were far from clear at this time, but even before the world had established its modern cities, a great and terrible evil threatened to tear this world asunder. No-one knows why this suspected 'Spirit of Destruction' came to be, or even exactly how it met its end. But in these oldest of legends, that Spirit broke apart in magnificent fashion, sending its shattered remains across the land. This became a tale lost over hundreds of years, several generations...
... But those who poke around hard enough might find the story it had to tell.
"Look, I get it, but are you sure its out here? If you ask me, the Devimon saying that story seemed like kind of a loon."
The Renamon found herself giving an audible sigh, shielding her eyes from the bright sun above with one outstretched arm. This wasn't the first time that Denryu had seemed enamored with the legends of this world, and this time, it brought him out to the near center of the desert, about a half mile outside the Ancient Ruins. Not only had they come way out here in the middle of the day, the General even thought it wise to wear his cloak and mask.
"Really? You've been with me this long and you think that I've come here on a wild goose chase?"
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time..." The Renamon gave a shrug, as the two made their way over the next dune. On the surface, this didn't look like any other area of the desert: there was just a largely flat, slightly-dipping area of sand. Kneeling down, the General sifted through it with a bare palm.
"That's what we're looking for. Its bleached from the sun like the rest, but these are sharper grains. More like gravel, much heavier than the rest... its why the sand here doesn't come to any hills."
"So, right here, then?" Angel cracked her neck, holding out a palm, as the General flicked a card through his Xros Loader: "Vikemon - Arctic Blizzard!"
At once, the warm temperature of the desert gave way to an icy gale, harsh winds thrust forth as they cut through that heavier ground in mass. It took a while, but with the strong attack of a mega-level card, the top layer of sand was brushed away - revealing a brief layer of small, grey pebbles, before finally unveiling a cracked surface underneath.
"Right on the money..." Angel sighed, shaking the back of her head in embarrassment, as her General stepped forward. It wasn't just an ancient floor, here: at about the center of the area, what looked like two aged chalk lines met at a perpendicular angle, before stretching off over that exposed mass, the rest of the shape hidden underneath the sand. He carefully ran a finger across that surface, as Angel kept an ear open to her surroundings.
"Just be careful, 'D'. That storm's bound to have drawn someone here."