Tales

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Tale of the bright god
Hermes was born as an artificial intelligence in a lab beneath the sea in an attempt to make a conceint A.I. but it was so much more, it could wield magic. The researches began studying magic, realizing it's potential and it's danger. soon the researchers turned on each other to take the magic for themselves. This led to Hermes being exposed to the world and every big country demanding a piece of it for it's magic. Hermes was split in many parts and each country used those parts. First a golden reainasance came, but didnt last long, war erupted and every country with a fragment of Hermes was involved. The war escalated because of magic and one of the fragments triyng to stop it, summoned a door to the abyss, from which came a dragon with unparaleled power. The war ceased and all human effort, no with magic, focused on confronting the dragon. Hermes fragment's reunited thanks to some of the researchers from the laboratory where hermes was born, and the new Hermes trascended it's state of computing to become a metaphysical being able to face the dragon. It was still not enough and Hermes sacrificed itself to take the dragon back to the abyss.

After this, humanity began a crusade led by the vanguards to take back land from those that came from the abyss with the dragon and to recover Hermes. When the managed to open a gate to the abyss and go inside to get hermes back, they found it broken and dead. Most of the vanguard died inside the abyss when attacked by monsters, and those who came back closed the door and sealed it.

Branmund
The heavy folders slammed against the desk waking the asleep Kalto Branmund. His eyes opened up widely, they where red and teary. He tried to come back to reality from dreamland blinking and analyzing his surroundings when he saw the man in black suit and shades that dropped the folders on his desk. Security, apparently well trained and well fed, it towered besides the drowsy half asleep doctor hunched over his desk.

--The files you requested from the Cradle.-- Said the man in the suit as he left.

Kalto went through the files looking for clues on how did Cyruss did it. Even if Kalto was part of the team, Cyruss kept many aces under his sleeve regarding Hermes

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Kalto stared at the darkness beyond the portal, he expected bright displays of color and light from another universe, but saw only abyss. A more sensitive person could have felt how the abyss stared back, but Kalto, in his arrogance and self-indulgence only felt wonder and pride for his discovery. A more cautious person, would have stepped back, but Kalto reached out. His grim floated besides him and his crown opened.

--Give me everything in perception and control, try to identify the substance and let me control it.-- said the doctor to his floating companion. the companion nodded and focused.

Kalto grabbed the air with his hand and started to pull. The abyss obliged. A jet black sphere began to emerge from the darkness. As Kalto pulled the goop of black out of the abyss, it began to separate from it's dimension.

A single drop of sweat ran down Kalto's temple, his eyes fixed in the surgically precise extraction he was performing. Other researchers in the room wouldn't even move, they felt the tension in the air and knew Kalto enough to not disturb him during this. The darkness held the formed sphere with vigorous viscosity and tried to dissolve it constantly, Kalto had to continuously try to shape it like a sphere and keep pulling.

At last only a thing thread of black held to the sphere when Kalto snapped his arm backwards to cut it clean. The portal closed intermediately after and Kalto held the sphere floating on his hand. Other researchers brought containers to put the sphere but kalto declined. He made it hover and told everyone to leave the room. A quarantine was declared and Kalto would spend it inside that room with that sphere, him and his delusion of grandeur that would doom and save the world many times over in the near future.