blueteamnovel 215. What is the ‘Apple’ Advent?
215. What is the ‘Apple’ Advent?
215. What is the ‘Apple’ Advent?
Frost’s imagination was vast. Having been exposed to the worst of injuries in her past profession, she thought of herself as someone who could swallow their disgust and push forward with an iron will. But her past reality and current fantasies were only but a fraction of the misery caused in this world.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om
They took a moment to consolidate everything the Archivist confessed at a crossroads of their own. Nothing but cracked earth ran in all directions. The night concealed the silhouettes of all prominences as a night barren of stars and moons sat above. Only small weeds and what remained of the wooden signs accompanied them.
Frost silently read the smeared names of the old places they once pointed towards as Jury and the others ate. No matter how hard they tried, or how painfully her stomach turned, she refused to eat a single speck. It was neither frustration nor stubbornness. It was pure spite. The only thing that could sate her was the cannibalistic Syndicate waiting far ahead.
The entire City of Spades whistled late at night as powerful winds blew by. In the distance one could find Flesh Clots rolling around like tumbleweed. Frost clasped her Justica Longarm, pointed it into their general location and fired. The shattering sound accompanied the formation of a small magical circle at the end of the barrel and at once, a bullet teleported towards her target.
They were simple creatures. To others, the Flesh Clots were walking nightmares. Frost never allowed herself to truly rest. It was a way to combat her rapidly encroaching emotions, and with a frustrated sigh, she slid down against the face of a boulder.
“... The Archivist knew about the paper balls you touched, Ber. She knew that the Librarians and several Impuritas groups were plotting against us. She mentioned you three specifically as well.” Frost uttered, leaning over her knee as she avoided their gazes. “She knew about the Seeds. She knew that they were preparing to eliminate Carpalis... And now she knows that they want to do everything in their power to heighten my emotions. For Nex... What do you think?”
“I think it’s typical, coming from someone from the Nexus. But what do you want us to do? Cry? Scream? Shout?” Cer said. As much as it also pained her, she was used to this, as were her sisters.
“You get used to it. It’s frustrating, because we could have stopped them from hurting Ber but it’s too late to lament.”
“Pretty big blow to us though. Turns out even Archetypes are full of flaws... Not like it matters to us. We know what they’re planning now, so I guess there’s that.” Ber said, poking at Frost’s foot.
Frost, Ignis and Jury on the other hand were furious. The Archivist barely had a backbone and clung only to her precious book. Was disregarding the future more important than preserving that book’s story? Frost felt Jury’s hand wrap around hers, and for a moment she empathized with the Archivist but at the same time, Frost wasn’t the kind to allow the past to drag her along the mud.
“Someone once said that attachment is the root of all suffering.” Jury said. “They were right after all. But... Frost. That book has just as much meaning to her than you to I. I don’t think you should judge her. Believe me Frost, I’m furious as well. She’s... not the kind of person who’d betray us.”
“... Could have papa been saved?” Ignis asked to which Nav answered with:
“She was unaware. The Librarians had no hand in it.”
“It’s not about betrayal. Or trust either. It’s just... I feel like we’ve been working alone all this time.” Frost admitted. “I don’t mind helping the other Archetypes. But if they have the capacity to help but won’t let us know that we were walking right into a trap, then how can I feel like it’s worthwhile? Just... ugh...”
Frost pressed the back of her head against the rock, exhaling deeply.
“... at least there’s a silver lining. She’s taken her first step, so the excuse of ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I can’t explain why I can’t tell you this’ is no longer valid. Archivist... welcome aboard. It’s going to get rougher.”
“She’s aware. But she doesn’t want to sit around doing nothing anymore...” Nav said, suddenly trailing off.
“Nav?”
“Nothing. The Archivist acknowledges her wrongs and wishes to amend them. You know what lays ahead now.”
“Is there anything further?”
“Nothing I’m afraid, aside from the required lovers for their unknown ritual. It was called a ‘Masterpiece’ by an entity known as Stircube – an Author of the Librarians.”
It was incredibly challenging to grasp all this.
“What about the ‘Seeds’? They sounded important considering the Bloody Herring was after Leitmotifs.” Frost sought to wring every little detail she could out of the Archivist, including those involved and others that could be identified.
For now they were aware of the Expositionist, the Scraper, the Sect of Gears and Act X much to her surprise. It was a shame that the Missionary Nav spoke of refused to wipe them out. She had to wonder just what Act X had to gain from allowing them to live, or rather, if it was truly worth adhering to the Scripts no matter what.
She couldn’t understand it at all.
“The Seeds require Nex.”
“... Impuritas require Nex? Since when?” Frost was stumped by this realization.
“I thought they required bodies? That doesn’t sound right...” Jury noticed the bizarre discrepancy and brought it to their attention. “Ateliers use Nex, don’t they? The Nexus does as well.”
“So does a lot of things. Technologies. The Nexus as you said. Beholders. Ateliers. Certain weapons. The Site Core as we’ve found out as well.” Res listed.
“Frost. Probably Archetypes while you’re at it.” Ber added on, humming in a rather cute tone.
“Advents even. Cause you know, the Nexus is an Advent after all.” Cer concluded. “But Seeds right? That Archivist said something about the Seeds coming from what? An apple?”
“The Forbidden Apple. The Librarians mentioned it. Do you recall that there is a suspected Advent guised as an apple?”
“... You’re telling me we’re up against an Advent of their own?” Frost slowly spoke.
“If it’s Frost, then we’ll be saved. No problem! Just punch and bite away!” Ber exclaimed, throwing electrical punches as Cer sent crackling bitemarks into the air, illuminating their path like artificial moons.
Ignis, however, frowned at the mention of becoming a Corrupted. Her tiny paws tugged on Cer’s sleeves, causing the woman to quickly wipe her smile away and return to a serious demenor.
“... please don’t joke about it. There’s nothing good about become a Corrupted, even if Frost could save you.”
“I-I... Yeah. I was kidding. Don’t worry Ignis~! We’ve been through enough where nothing can bring us down!” Ber shot her an encouraging thumbs up.
“Right, cause we’re all the way up there!” Cer pointed into the sky.
The sky which bared no moon.
* * *
Frost thought back to the idea of an Advent as she tried to keep her mind busy; away from the gnawing, churning thoughts of what laid ahead. She took Nav’s warning to ‘brace herself’ and felt herself begin to sweat, even though nothing left her pores.
There was the mention of the Forbidden Apple. The triplets had once mentioned that one of the few known or suspected Advents was an apple of some nature. If Nex was what they required, then it was likely that they were trying to power an Advent. The Seeds also seemed to be derived from this ‘Forbidden Apple’.
Whatever it was, Frost connected it to the story of the Price of Paradise – the apple which the princess of Puritas, Iscario’s sister, had eaten. The Bloody Herring mentioned that it was their ‘Brightest Star’ who would give him this Seed.
It was likely that Iscario had control over this Advent.
This was the key takeaway from the Archivist’s reveal. Knowing how powerful the Advents were, Frost realized that perhaps meeting with Iscario one day would be far from easy.
However, these thoughts were soon nothing but subtle whispers in the back of her mind. By dawn they had reached a place called the Severed Fault Line. A vast, arid savannah without trees extended all the way until a distant gaping hole easily engulfed their vision.
Underneath that pit was S4.
But Frost’s heart did not scald because of this. No. Such a sight would normally bring her marvel. Before the pit was the fault line itself, and above was an elaborate wooden fortress, rising far into the grey skies.
Her heart continued to burn, and her body felt like it had suddenly caught alight as she could no longer hear the voices of her companions.
“Frost. Your emotions are rapidly heightening...”
She didn’t respond.
Before her, laying in a vast field before the fortress itself, was a banquette table made from flesh and bones. Around 50 cannibalistic members of the enemy Syndicate gorged themselves on human flesh, whether dead or alive.
But if was the end of it then she would have been lucky. Surrounding them were stakes driven into the ground, and atop them were living people, completely impaled from the bottom, out through their mouths. It was something out of the handbook of Vlad the Impaler, and the fortunate ones were spit-roasted over an open flame.
Pots of pickled people swirled and gargled within giant glass jars. Their organs continued to move despite the unbelievably horrific condition they were in. Like the innards of an Octanid, the people devoured were kept alive despite being in a near liquid state.
... Alive for what...? What’s with this needless suffering? To eat people is one thing, but to preserve them is another... All this bloodshed. All this pain. Grief. Sadness... Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
WHY!?
Her hair suddenly grew until it fell past her shoulders. Various red symbols quickly surrounded her as flames burst forth from the palms of her hand. They had successfully displayed the worst of their ‘cooking’ techniques to Frost and harvested the exact reaction the Librarians had hoped for.
However, were they prepared to face its consequences?
Frost would be the judge of all of this.
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