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jla_watchtowerFate is suspended on spiderwebs composed entirely of the souls of human homicide victims. Above him, the sky is an ocean made from liquified time. Below him is an abyss, and even he has no idea what lurks at the bottom, or if there even is a bottom.
He does not know how long he's been unconscious. That phrase probably has no meaning here. He thinks of Lyta and Gemma waiting for him back home, and stirs.
Earlier, he battled an army of mummified pharoahs seeking to raise an army of the damned to conquer worlds beyond Earth's ken. Nabu remembered some of their number ... petty men, who died petty deaths and, evidently, passed on to petty afterlives. The battle raged across worlds, until he was taken unaware by a band of techno-pagan sorcerors from the Vega system, who sought to defeat both the pharoahs and Fate and claim this dimension's incarnation of the wheel of Karma for themselves. As far as Fate could tell, they sought to use the Wheel in a mad bid to ressurect the goddess X'Hal, and bring about the destruction of worlds that had bought and sold their race into slavery throughout the stars.
Nabu's voice is whispering to him of eldritch cities and dying children, and it's clear to him he cannot linger here too long. But there are worlds at stake ...
Fate pulls his right arm free of of the webs the sorcerors bound him with, and an ankh of light forms around his clenched fist. He opens his palm, and holds a world in his hand ... things are bigger here. He can feel the heat of the star Vega burn the back of his knuckles. He pulls his left arm free and the webs break, and he, the technomancers' world and a screaming chorus of ensnared souls tumble down into the abyss.
The entire Vega system trembles as an ankh lights up the heavens ... Dr. Fate struggling to save them all.
He does not know how long he's been unconscious. That phrase probably has no meaning here. He thinks of Lyta and Gemma waiting for him back home, and stirs.
Earlier, he battled an army of mummified pharoahs seeking to raise an army of the damned to conquer worlds beyond Earth's ken. Nabu remembered some of their number ... petty men, who died petty deaths and, evidently, passed on to petty afterlives. The battle raged across worlds, until he was taken unaware by a band of techno-pagan sorcerors from the Vega system, who sought to defeat both the pharoahs and Fate and claim this dimension's incarnation of the wheel of Karma for themselves. As far as Fate could tell, they sought to use the Wheel in a mad bid to ressurect the goddess X'Hal, and bring about the destruction of worlds that had bought and sold their race into slavery throughout the stars.
Nabu's voice is whispering to him of eldritch cities and dying children, and it's clear to him he cannot linger here too long. But there are worlds at stake ...
Fate pulls his right arm free of of the webs the sorcerors bound him with, and an ankh of light forms around his clenched fist. He opens his palm, and holds a world in his hand ... things are bigger here. He can feel the heat of the star Vega burn the back of his knuckles. He pulls his left arm free and the webs break, and he, the technomancers' world and a screaming chorus of ensnared souls tumble down into the abyss.
The entire Vega system trembles as an ankh lights up the heavens ... Dr. Fate struggling to save them all.
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