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Rising from the staircase behind the lifted balcony was a tired General Andro Maxentius. He had extinguished his herb as a gesture of respect to the Order, yet its fumes still came from his body. He seemed slightly uneasy, but reassured his lightness by cleverly and somewhat sarcastically insulting the counselor.

“Careful Pax, this snake in the grass has the worse poison of them all.”

Counselor Marthis responded quickly, “then go retrieve the antidote, oh wise General.”

Maxentius snorted, disregarding the counselor's response as crude,“am I interrupting anything important?" the general began.

“Simply discussing guild contracts and the ramifications of the Alvar’s arrival tomorrow. No, hardly important,” Marthis retorted.

Both the men laughed softly, so as to not disrupt the Order’s ceremony.

"What is it, general?” Paxennto inquired.

Andro remained standing, only bending slightly to pass the quick information, “regarding the briefing tonight, I normally do not ask you to attend such standard militaristic meetings, but I would wish you to come as soon as your stepson’s trial has finished.”

“Good friend, I had planned on coming.”

Andro inhaled deeply before continuing, “nothing of immediate urgency. However, the reports from our various posts across the sectors, I would assume it to be useful for you to analyze them deeply, retain the information, and use it tactically in approaching The Alvar Council. Particularly the scouting reports, as you know, we have an extensive network established right now and should most certainly use it to our advantage. There is more though, Pax. There is…”

“There is what?”

Andro rustled his fingers through his long, greying hairs. With his demanding work came a great deal of stress, which affected his aging faster than anticipated, “there is a disagreement amongst the generals.”

“A disagreement regarding what?”

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Our scouting reports in Kraunkath. It is once again a matter I urgently ask that you review once more your position on-,”

Marthis brusquely halted the general, “you bother the High Senator with your suspicions once more, old commander. Do I suspect a possible hindrance in your ability to perform, Maxentius? With age comes wisdom, but equally as possible, delusion and paranoia.”

“The damned snake strikes again,” he snorted an ill-felt chuckle, “you have commanded troops before, I take it, Marthis? You have an extensive history in military expertise?” the seasoned commander stood upright, staring down onto the counselor, *have you even held a weapon?”

“You would be quite surprised as to where my experience lies. I have a stronger grasp on relevant ideas in a single gram of my being than you do in your entire body.”

“End this nonsense, both of you,” the High Senator took no hesitation in expressing his authority, “Andro, I appreciate your concern and respect your decision in bringing this matter to me. However, I have held my position very firmly, and it is one that I intend to establish given the evidence presented to me over the course of several years,” he spoke more assertively, “the Ur’tok are simply no longer an overwhelming threat. They have lacked the means for quite some time,”

“Clashed into civil war," Counselor Marthis added, “their clans slaughter each other. They wouldn’t have the means to a send a single warcraft space bound if they fail to even establish a sovereign form of government.”

“Indeed. However, I will nonetheless attend as I planned. There are other matters as well that require our attention that will most certainly be discussed at the briefing. We have riots and defectors and bad economics on our hands and I would assess that both of you surely are aware of the importance of maintaining-,”

The conversation was interrupted abruptly by an elegantly spoken voice, yet with the utmost assertiveness to its tone.

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“ Quiet down ,” the High Magistrate Eileen Solaras did not turn her head a single degree. Her voice controlled the air around her. She looked forward still, her back straight and her figure elegant and sophisticated. She was an animation of graceful yet commanding mien. Pirouetting swirls of light blue and hot amber appeared to radiated from her body.

“Of course, High Magistrate, I apologize,” Counselor Marthis bowed, his quixotic grin and curved eyes brows still prominent in his face, and he departed.

“Apologies for the disturbance, High Magistrate,” the High General stated with sincerity, and then glanced over at the senator, “tonight, High Senator,” and nodded his head, leaving Eileen and Paxennto in peace.

Paxennto sighed at the notion of distressing his loved one, especially one of such high and noble esteem. He rustled about in his chair for a moment and turned to her, indulged slightly in her sublime presence, which naturally provoked a trance like state for any in her vicinity. He whispered softly, speaking honest words, “I apologize, my love,”

“There are no apologies needed,” she acknowledged his sincerity, and her soft, silk and long hands gently took his. Her eyes, which appeared like some mystical whirl of two incandescent galaxies dancing, fell upon his, and he met her with an equally intimate gaze. Hers, a vibrant and lustrous space blue, and his, an earth green.

“My son is engaged in perhaps the most hellacious trial of his life yet. Within the chambers beneath us, the Suns will test his strength, his resilience,” she closed her eyes, “he may not emerge in the same appearance before entering those dark halls,” she turned once more to her lover, “he may not emerge at all.”

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“They call him Brutus the Breaker for a reason, my love,” Paxennto reassured the worrisome mother, “men cower at the sight of him. They fear his name. He is your son—your blood courses through his veins, echoing wisdom as ancient as the sands.”

Her eyes seemed to breathe on their own will, weaving and glowing as she inhaled. She gazed slightly upward, contemplating into the sky, “he may not emerge. Not his body, but his being. I have watched men change through conviction—I have watched them die for it, and many times by my own hand. But to die through conviction is to be considered a martyr, and martyrs are esteemed. What is truly the worst is to become so grand, so powerful that the weight of it all breaks down upon you, and you with it. That is what I fear.”

A strikingly silent moment passed between Eileen and Paxennto as her attention was drawn towards the vast expanse of flickering star fire that painted the night sky. She continued to inhale long, grounded breaths through her nose. Eileen was heavily comfortable with herself—not an iota of stress ever appeared to emit from her body. It was a type of perfect harmony with oneself found so rarely in the world.

“Death is ever insistent in following us, darling. It is the inevitable dogma of the universe. We do not waver as it looms in the future, nor falter as it weighs us down from the past,” he assured his dearest.

A momentary wave of darkness fell upon the elegant Magistrate’s face, as if some terrible thought has conjured up in her mind. She spoke in the manner one speaks when revisiting a terrible memory, yet such a memory was beyond even her own lifetime. It was a memory that extended afar, distant from her body, yet she was somehow intertwined with, across the winding gears of space and time, “there was a time when such a principle was defied by some. Where life and death were trapped between the medium.”

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The moment was quickly dispersed by Paxennto, “and death followed them to, and eventually, it caught them. A distant time, for the books. It is as if it never occurred. We should treat it that way.”

She liberated herself from the dark pose, and a placid yet genuine smile came about as she caught eye across the amphitheater, “we will always protect those we love,” she seemed to almost respire the words as she looked upon Marcus and Cecilia, both of whom sat across the coliseum.

“And here, did you know, Marcus,” Cecilia perched a grand book upright on her lap, and she spoke as she pointed excitingly at the pages, *that Lord Maegren Zeonis was the first—,”

“Lord Maegren Zeonis was the first Justicator to harness the Sun’s energy, one of the earliest masters of energy displacement across large distances through space,” Marcus expressed his knowledge on a topic he was profoundly involved in, “I’d be a fool to not memorize the history of an order that I’m to commit my life towards.”

The younger sister’s eyebrow rose as to imply that she interpreted a bitterness in her brother’s tone—she smiled at this thought, finding joy that she could so readily test Marcus* temper.

“How long ago?” she inquired, still flipping through the pages.

“Ianuar Secundo, that’s roughly… well it would depend, actually. Ambros was further from the Sun ever so slightly during Ianuar. The years were some bit longer, 438 days I believe was the estimation.”

“I hardly think it matters, Marcus. The difference is only by two days now.*

"Even the smallest initial conditions have big consequences over a large period of time. You’re the smart one, how do you not know this?”

Cecilia chuckled softly, pinching Marcus’ cheek as if he was a child, “the days were shorter back then, silly. The Magus accelerated our days slightly to provide us with more sunlight. How do you not know this?” she faced her book once more, “it was 22,000 years ago, by the way, Marcus.”

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“I bloody knew that. 22,000.”

“Did you?” a satisfied grin formed on her face, “I lied—it was 21,000,” she held her over her mouth in attempt to contain her laughter, “an intentionally placed lie can bring out a sincere one, as I’ve come to learn.”

“Hardly a lie. You’ve probably confused yourself amongst those number as much as I have.”

“Have I?” her tone shifted into one of apparent annoyance, partially anger, “He was smart—you know he told no one? He kept it a great secret. But there is a way to calculate the specific date. In fact, there exists a way to find the specific moments of any event you choose, as I’ve researched. Anything you can ponder. Truly specific, so deep as to know not just the year, not just the monthly phase, nor the day, but the concrete moment in time,” she eased some, looking forward, her hands outward as if she was holding an invisible orb, moving it progressively from left to right, “that single moment, strewed on time’s fabric, its velocity pushing it along through space, seemingly uncatchable, uncharted,” her hands formed a fist suddenly, as if grasping something, “but then you do catch it—right in the middle of its trajectory. Like an insect, it’s in the palm of your hand."

"Nothing a solid memory or a well-rehearsed history lesson could fail to cover,” he announced sarcastically.

“No, no, no. There is more," the young Cecilia was flustered, “I read about it once, you just don’t understand. You’d think it’s ridiculous,”

“Would I? You offend me!" he smirked, "tell me. How is it done?”

She receded back into her chair, her face absorbed once again into the pages of her books. A mischievous leer formed upon her face while a darkened shade fell upon her eyes, “it’s a secret,” she whispered.

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From the crypt’s entrance within the amphitheater came two Keepers, guardian priests who protect the Cathedral grounds, with white and gold apparel, from opposite sides. Their robes swayed gently across the stone as they walked with grace, slowly but collected. Each of them held a thin, cylindrical object that stood several feet taller than themselves—a twirling gyroscope that glowed an amber luminescence sat on the top. The bottom divided into four metallic rods that converged into a single point, taking the form of a lance. Both priests took position at the center, each standing on the far sides of a circular engraving within the floor of the arena. They both faced the High Keeper, and he began to speak the final words of his sermon. The air became silent; the attention became focused onto a single position.

“Even in the Shadow, the Suns will

Strike us with Vision; the Vision is truth,

The Vision is Undying. It is wrestled Upon

By no Principalities of Debate, Rather,

It is Grounded in our Soil. It is the Roots

Of our mighty Trunk and our far stretching

Branches.”

Through their hoods, golden lights shimmered from their devoted eyes. They revealed two chambers carved into the ground of the arena, and placed the bottom ends of their staffs in the respective sides deep enough to the extent in which the spearheads were no longer visible. The chambers accepted the mechanical engagement as a key is placed into its proper lock—a vanilla-gold luminosity shined brilliant rays through the ground as the structure underneath seemed to animate—signified by the bellowing rumble of twisting gears turning against one another and the tectonic movements of great metal plates.

“Humble now, we Begin,

Unto the Churning Suns,

We Supplicate: Grant the

Devoted a new Protector;

A Harbinger of Illumination,

A Justicator that will bring

About: The Reprimanding

Of the Unrighteous,”

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His voice rose in strength, his intent amplified by each word he spoke as he pronounced his sermon with increasing vigor. His hands were now loosely held up, revealing animated rings that orbited his fingers in canary gold swirls.

The gyroscopes began to release vibrant orange strings that swung in a repeating trajectory, mimicking the movements of the gimbal and rotor. A white mist emanated from the arena floor and, as the automatic discharges from below intensified, it eventually enveloped the entire ground. The priests regressed back to the opposite hallways from which they appeared, their hands gently wrapped together at their waists.

The various attendees shared a common reaction, one of silence and uneasiness. The wealthy family members and spouses of military personnel and highly esteemed privateers had been invited to an event that’s nature was strongly misunderstood. They were sheltered in a realm of commodity and carelessness, and only heard of the Order as being some distant entity locked away in the furtive Cathedral, protected under the wing of guardians of whom they have never thought twice of. To bear witness to such immaculate power struck them apprehensive, and they shuffled about in their chairs uncomfortably, heads shifting rapidly as the lights and mists danced about. The high generals remained composed, their arms crossed and rigid expressions on their faces, contemplating the tactical advantages and strategies to be used with their coming elite warrior. The wealthy privateers whispered among each other, smiling as they projected costs and investment opportunities for the au corant weaponry that was emerging.

Eileen appeared to be in a state of repose, as her demeanor tended to exhume, but the muscular tension in her face suggested her conscious was in conflict. She inhaled acutely, her eyes closing.

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Beside her, Lord Justicator Cornelius Rexus possessed a contented grin—he was religious in his marveling for the Heralds of the Order, whom of which he devoted the bulk of his energy to raising, training, and disciplining. To him, Brutus was to be a symbol of the fortitude of the Order. He sat relaxed, arms crossed, his alloy plated armor pulsating a dazzling white glow.
The grand apparatus thundering from below concluded its process with the final turning of gear mechanism that covered the entire circumference of the amphitheater, stretching even behind the seats that circled the arena. Viewers turned behind themselves to notice steamed pistons rising from the ground, chuting hot gas as incredible amounts of pressure were released from underneath.

The commotion abruptly ended—and an atmosphere of stillness occupied the air. Nervous spectators clung to their seats, made fretful by the present silence. So high was the Grand Statem from the rest of the gargantuan metropolis, that only the faintest of echoes of the city activities lightly whizzed by, outperformed by even the soft night breeze. Not even a whisper was exchanged amongst the audience.

Marcus sat patiently, contemplating the intensity of such a moment and realizing his time would come when such a silence would be in his wait, not Brutus’*. As orderly and collected as he was, even this seemingly eeriness made him ever so hacked. He glanced over at Cecilia, who had now placed her book down in her lap, entertained by the entirety of the situation. She bit into her lip and breathed the softest and most out of place snicker he had perhaps ever heard.

An insignia of the benevolent sun fixed on the surface of the arena’s center proceeded to gradually turn in place and activated an unlocking contrivance. After reaching precisely 90 degrees in rotation towards the right, it then inverted its direction 180 degrees.

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A series of rhythmic clicks followed, mimicking the sound of fragile insect legs frantically crawling against a metallic surface.

A loud reverberation was produced as the arena floor disengaged at a middle point, and divided into two. The circular ground revealed itself to be a pair of great heavy stone and metal plates, both of which were now separating from one another, revealing a seemingly unending crypt of darkness below. The amphitheater seemed to vibrate tremendously as the plates disappeared into a cavity within the structure, and the white mist glided along the cylindrical walls of the crypt like smoke gracefully dancing ghost, oozing down and disappearing into the darkness.

A new source of sound erupted, however, a sound of mighty and ancient stone grinding along—from the pit it came, a newly rising platform that traversed its way upward. As it drew closer to the surface, the weaving mist now burned diamond bright*what was rising possessed an illuminative nature that was striking it, and though the rising light was initially faint as it modestly peered through the darkness, every moment that passed gave it ever increasing vitality. The entity below possessed not only self-radiance, but an immensely high temperature as well—and the heat seeped upwards and was felt by the attendees closest to the edge of the arena.

It was strongly considered taboo in the Ambrosian society to express any discomfort or perceivably negative behavior at the presentation of a Sunwielder, a term in the vernacular for a warrior of the Order, particularly the caliber of Brutus the Breaker.

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