He stared at the object. It wasn't blue-- the sky was blue. Presumably. He hadn't seen the sky since they'd brought him to his current lodgings.
The towers were blue, casting a strange light over the city, scathing his eyes even as they brought him to their fortress and cast him into the dungeons. The guards standing outside were blue, as if they had breathed in the light and absorbed it, abandoning even the marks of Graviton for the damned miasmatic blue. The barriers and chains holding him in his cell were blue, and no matter how much he swiveled his uncloaked head,
everything was
blue. Blasted Aetherial aesthetics.
If he ever got out... Ah. Right. The not-blue thing. Turning his attention back to the damningly not-blue object, his chains rattled as he reached towards it...
Reality warped, and the monotonous blue of his jail cell broke. The chains withered and died as the first devourer leapt from the portal, leeching the essence of the very city itself. Belching, it spat out a glob of darkness, and the portal shuddered as the second devourer came. And then another. And another. More, until the small confines of the cell were painted black. Physsion smirked, donning his cloak as the devourers overpowered the guards. Freedom... and the opportunity to wipe out his captors once and for all.
Outside, the alarms began to blare as waves of darkness began making their way through the city, slowly absorbing the clouds of blue in their path. In the Grand Central Tower of Aether, the Commander in Chief of the Marital Might of the Holy Aetherial Hegemony marshaled his troops. "Announcing his Lordship, General Master Commander in Chief, Defeater of Physsion, Lead--" the announcer stopped short as an armored hand pushed him aside.
"The prisoner has escaped!" roared Zawadx. "GUARDS! To arms!" He looked around. Where were his troops? Timidly, the announcer stood up.
"If you'll remember, milord, the mercenaries the High Council ordered last month... troops... install..." He gurgled as the general glared.
"How do I activate these blasted machines?"
"Well... the control-piece is here, and you have to--" He stopped again as the shaking Master grabbed the device and began pressing buttons.
"Your order has been processed. That will be 750
, as well as 10
for maintenance. Would you like to sign up for our special membership program, which discounts--"
"BLASTED MERCANTILE MACHINE! We're under attack! Take my money and GO!" he yelled, shaking his fist at the device. A soft blue glow rippled through the air, and a guard stepped out from the portal.
"Orders acquired. Weapons ready. Acquiring Targets. Processing... processing... processing... ERROR: Payment in
does not suffice. Would you like to try again?"
"ARGH!"
Condolences to
, who fought well to the bitter end. You were worthy opponents. Looking forward to the other match this round!