Melkoth looked down on his new palace and smiled. He entered one of the larger chambers.
"So, Abodahon my friend, how is the battle going?"
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Haraldur finally arrived at the palace that Salazar was staying in, completely invisible to the eye.
He chucked a large fireball down onto the palace in order to bring Salazar out.
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As he was by his desk, Salazar heard a loud crash and felt a great heat that then turned into his room being in flames. He quickly flew out of the palace, flicking a few embers of his now damaged fatigues.
He looked around, and saw noone. So, it must have been incompetance in looking after the boilers for the baths, he thought.
Haraldur, remaining invisible, was some meters away from Franco. He lifted up a rifle that materialised in his hand (invisible) to his shoulder. He aimed it at Franco's head and fired.
Despite his quick senses, Franco had no chance, as the bullet hit him before the sound arrived.
The bullet entered through the forehead over Franco's right eye. It passed through the brain expanding and breaking up. The entire back of the skull was blown off, and fell down with the rest of Franco's lifeless body and the pink sludge which was the brain mixed with blood.
Haraldur's invisibility stopped as he started to rain fireballs on the area.
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Quintus stared at Vincent for a few moments. "You mean to say that Draven has failed to utilise one of the oldest tricks in the book? Surely he could not be so dim as to not see the value of religion as a control mechanism for the plebians?
"Melkoth is Ragnar? Ha! No, they are quite different individuals. My Lord is a God-Emporer, who's cult even now is the state religion of Alterna, under the name of Dios, normally. Ragnar, or Haraldur, is a dangerous lunatic with no respect for established order.
"I have an offer to make to you, the alternative being death. The new Empire will be in need of nobles, generals and others of high position. Judging by your talents, I could see you easily being very important. A High General, for instance..."
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Years had passed, and an unaged Tesla looked down on the area surrounding Laus. Laus itself had been turned into a museum, of sorts. All day to day living was in the nearby Urbanates, the large structures around the old centre. Industry was magically automated and products distributed, most factories being a way away.
The most common hobbies were exploration and mapping as the colonist found out more about their new land.
The experiment had been an amazing success, having reached a state of harmony quicker than had intially been thought possible. At last, proof that their design for society would actually work...
He was standing on a platform high in the air where the door to Gaian remained closed, below him there were many flags waving as farewell celebrations were taking place. He opened the door, and entered Gaian, locking the way behind him. Above the sea, he reduced the invisible doorway in size and place it in a box, which he locked. He put it in his pocket. It would be impossible to get to Laus until the box was opened, due to the universal border protections. It would be impossible until he at last unlocked the box after the success of the project.
He received a signal, from Haraldur (who had just sensed his return), telling him of the death of Benito Franco Salazar, and to liberate Alterna. He flew west.
