BlazBlue:Spiral Shift - Hyokujin no Eiyu Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Accumulated death / He is near
Part 1
Jin learned that after a month of living in the jungle, it is easy to lose track of what day of the month it is, what time it is, and other things that he used to unconsciously pay attention to.
The unpleasant heat and the suffocating smell. The occasional arrows of rain, the unrestrained splashing of mud. The food was poor and the beds were far from clean. It wasn't the most comfortable living environment, but even so, Jin was beginning to feel more comfortable in his new surroundings.
Then, one day. The 9th squad, including Jin, received a request from the Librarium and were ordered to sortie to a place far from the jungle that he just started to get used to.
The location was a certain research facility near the mountain area. The building looks like a large block with gray walls, blending in with the rocks and barren trees.
There were very few windows and on top, the ventilation system roared low like the sleep of a giant creature.
Undecorated lighting lined up at regular intervals in a seamless, perfect flat corridor with no visible horizon. The dimly lit white walls were all fitted with black doors of exactly the same design.
The inside of the laboratory, with an interior that seems to have been assembled inorganically, has been... cruelly destroyed.
There were large holes in the doors and walls and many cracks in the ceiling and floor. Lights were broken and shattered and pieces of glass were scattered everywhere.
Only a small quantity of lights were left. The few that remained barely gave off a faint glow that seemed to be about to fade, but it was not enough to light up this large laboratory at all, making the area be bathed in an eerie dimness.
It was awfully quiet.
It smelled terrible.
"This is horrible..."
Standing in the corridor where some torn and burnt papers were scattered with pieces of shattered furniture, Honoka said aloud in dismay.
It was a sight that could no longer be described as anything other than that.
There were countless corpses lying at Honoka's feet as he stood stock stil and all around inside the destroyed laboratory, which still bore the scars of an obvious battle that took place. The corner of the corridor where Jin was looking, as well as under the gaze of Karenjina, who walked around and looked into the nearest room were the same.
Soldiers in the uniform of the Librarium were lying on top of each other, creating a small red fountain on the floor.
Right next to them, laying down dead, was an old man wearing a white coat over another uniform. He must have been a staff member of this institute, or in other words, one of Sector Seven’s personnel.
This is the research facility of Sector Seven.
Sector Seven is a group of rebels who disagree with the methods of the Librarium and work to disrupt their current order. The mission that Jin and the others were called up for this time was to retrieve a certain "Nox Nyctores" that they had stolen from the Librarium.
But Jin and the others arrived two hours late.
For some reason, the 9th squad was not notified until the last minute. In addition, arrangements for an Ars Magus Vessel to travel nearby were also delayed.
But still, it was just two hours. The number of people at the scene were not that many to begin with, but there was still a battlefield that took place here. Why weren't there some reinforcements? Still, even if the conflict was over, they wanted to help with the aftermath. That’s what they decided to do and hurriedly made their way with the jeep to the place from were they were at moments ago.
“Looks like we're too late.”
Bending down, Jin let out a heavy breath when he saw that the fallen Librarium guard had no pulse.
“But what the hell is this all about? Did the mission fail?"
Karenjina shook her head in disbelief after looking into a room that seemed to be some kind of office and came out with an face full of anguish.
“I didn’t receive a confirmation about that yet.”
Answered Grimwood, who had entered a another room, came out into the hallway and shook his head in denial. It seems there weren't any in this room either. Survivors.
Whether they succeeded or failed in retrieving the Nox Nyctores or if the operation had produced any results in the past two hours, it would have been reported to the NOL. Outside the research facility, there were a number of vehicles that the guards of the Librarium must have used for transportation. All of them were equipped with communication facilities and the guards themselves were also equipped with communication devices.
But when Jin and the others had left the Ars Magus Vessel for the jeep about thirty minutes ago, they had not received any such information.
One possible explanation for why there has been no contact is that the operation was still ongoing in the depths of the facility. Then there is the possibility that there was no one left in the Librarium to contact...
(But that's unlikely, because the other party is Sector Seven.)
Jin's expression clouded in thought.
The basic philosophy of Sector Seven is the convenient development of seithr through pure science, rather than through Ars Magus. Because of this aspect, the people who belong to Sector Seven are mainly researchers with a wealth of scientific knowledge. Many of them are considerably rational, logical and pragmatic.
(...although I can't rule out the possibility if it makes the most 'sense'.)
If possible, that was a possibility he didn't want to consider.
Grimwood stepped over a lied-down corpse in a white coat and into the corridor leading to the back of the building.
"Let's check ahead. There might still be survivors."
As things were, there was no point in dwelling here dumbfoundedly counting the bodies, smeared in the smell of blood and rust. No one disagreed with Grimwood as he looked toward the end of the long corridor. Grimwood was in the lead, followed by the soldiers of the 9th squad and Karenjina, then Honoka, with Jin at the tail of the line.
Everyone's footsteps were careful as they walked, keeping a distance that would allow each of them to move around sufficiently.
They opened all the doors they saw along the way and checked them. Some of the rooms seemed unharmed, only slightly ransacked and not particularly destroyed. But in non were living people.
The hallway grew darker and darker as the lights became less and less useful. The air was cold with a metallic odor and the temperature seemed to drop even lower as they stepped into the darkness. While they continued on with their handheld lights, they found a staircase leading up and down at the far end.
As a test, someone peeked upstairs and shone a light on it. There was still a dead body lying on the stairs, with a red thread dripping down from the top to the bottom.
"Is anyone there?"
Jin raised his voice in a pitch, but the only answer was an empty echo.
Grimwood then looked at the stairs leading to the lower level. The light from a thrown light revealed a lift-like elevation device just ahead.
"So, what now? Up or down..."
Honoka asks softly about which way they were supposed to go, while peering cautiously into the lift.
Grimwood pondered for a few seconds, then looked at Karenjina. Karenjina squinted at the tip of Grimwood's light, and shook her head after a moment.
"I'm not sure about down below. But upstairs... there are probably no survivors."
"Okay. Down it is then. Everybody, get on the lift."
After making his decision, Grimwood's movements were swift. He quickly got into the lift while giving instructions, and Jin and the others followed him. One of the soldiers checked the lift's control panel and flipped a few switches. A yellow light came on in the control panel and the lift began to slide silently, descending diagonally downward.
A faint orange glow told them that there were walls and a ceiling, but it made it impossible to see where they were going. Still curious about what lay ahead, Karenjina grabbed the thin railing at chest height and stared at the destination of the lift, her voice irritated with frustration.
“What's even going on? It's just a mission to get one weapon back, right? Is the Nox Nyctores so great that it has to cause this much damage?"
"You don't know what a Nox Nyctores is, do you?"
The soldier who was operating the panel mischievously said to Karenjina, who choked on her words now and puckered her lips in frustration.
“...It’s an old, awesome weapon, right? You talk big game, but do YOU even know what that thing really is?"
Staring at him, Karenjina appealed to her colleague to explain. The soldier who had been making a joke of it immediately flinched and averted his gaze.
“It's a, um... an old weapon yes. I believe it was made a very long time ago..."
“See, you only know as much as I do."
Karenjina took a step forward as if to accuse him. The soldier moved back by that same amount.
Grimwood, who was watching the scene, shook his large shoulders and laughed briefly.
“Nox Nyctores are superweapons of extraordinary power that were created during wars long ago.”
Leaning his beloved great axe on his shoulder and placing his muscular arm on top of it, Grimwood answered his subordinate in a calm tone. He had a soft smile on his face, but his eyes were glaringly sharp.
"The Nox Nyctores were created about a hundred years ago during the Dark War. When a monster called the Black Beast was trying to destroy humanity, one of the Six Heroes developed them in order to defeat that monster.”
The Six Heroes. The name was well known to both Karenjina and the soldier who teased her.
They were the legendary heroes who defeated the Black Beast, the monster that caused the disaster that nearly destroyed the human race. As young children, they would encounter them in fairy tales. When they grow up a little, they become the subject of make-believe games. And when they are older, they meet them in biographies and history textbooks, in stage plays and in various other media. Time after time.
Everyone has admired them at one time.
Against the background of the faint driving sound of the lift sliding quietly down, the soldiers of the squad, intrigued by the term "Six Heroes," were drawn to Grimwood's story.
Jin watched from a short distance away, leaning against the railing.
“These weapons were all different in shape. Each of their uses and abilities also differed. There were 8 or 9 of them in total I believe... Anyhow, the Six Heroes used them to defeat the Black Beast. But after the end of the Dark War, the Nox Nyctores were lost. Only few people know where or what they even are now.”
“So," Grimwood continued, looking at Jin. He made a boyish face for a moment.
“It's a pretty miraculous coincidence that he's got one of those.”
Karenjina and the soldiers turned to Jin as they were drawn into the story. One of them was Honoka. The petite boy nodded his head repeatedly, looking deeply moved.
"That's right. That sword might have been used by one of the six heroes too!"
One of the soldiers muttered, to which Honoka nodded in agreement. Jin's shoulders slumped in disgust at such a reaction.
"I don't care how it was used in the old wars. I only use it because it's in my possession."
Jin said curtly and turned away from them.
But that was a bit of a lie. He doesn't use it because he has to. He has to use it, because he can't let go of it. This is a curse placed on Jin. All the while, it is also a testimony.
For what he did — to his brother.
“Sorry, my bad. Don't be mad, 'kay?”
“I am not particularly..."
Perhaps his voice was more prickly than he realized. The admiring soldier laughed and held up his hands in surrender. It must have been his bad habit again. It wasn’t that he was angry. It was not even something to be angry about. He was going to say that, but before he could finish the words, the lift came to a silent stop.
At the same time, the view around Jin and the others opened up. They had arrived at the bottom of the stairs.
It was a much larger space then the facility above.
It was surrounded by square walls, dimly lit by orange emergency lights on the walls and a few white bulbs left on the ceiling.
It was large enough to accommodate the five jeeps that they had driven here.
They might have been using this lifts to carry large items up and down on a regular basis. There were several large dollies lying on the wall, probably used for transportation.
The ceiling was high, probably higher than two stories of a normal building. They have been down here long enough to have wasted a lot of time talking, so they are anticipating rooms and facilities beyond the ceiling or there may just be a thick layer of ground separating them from the surface. Thouge at this point, it didn't matter what the underground structure was.
The yellow light on the lift's panel went out. The handrails slid down, creating a doorway.
Grimwood descended first to the end of it. Then Jin, Karenjina, and the rest.
No one spoke a word now.
Maybe he had imagined it somewhere in his head. At least, when Jin saw this scene, he was naturally convinced that it would be so.
The underground lift station was a pile of dead bodies.
There were a number of bodies lying around the room in a state of disarray. Most of them were wearing the uniform of the Librarium, as could be seen from their scattered clothes.
“What happened here...?"
Karenjina asked in a weak voice, not to anyone in particular. There was no one who could answer her words. Rather, everyone was thinking the same thing.
“Oh, look there. T-there is an interior..."
Honoka, who was cowering at the very back, his face pale, pointed ahead with a trembling hand. At the back of the square room, there was a rectangular opening that probably had a door in it, and another room seemed to be leading to it. The back of the room seemed to be even bigger than this one. They could see a few pale blue lights, probably emergency lights.
“Let's go.”
Grimwood announced lowly, still leading the way as he walked off. It was hopeless to look for survivors in this room. If the room ahead was a dead end, that would be their last hope in the basement.
Through the square entrance, Jin also stepped into the back room.
Then he let out a long, deep breath at the sight of despair spreading.
At the back was a semi-circular room. Its purpose was not clear, but various machines and devices were set up along the curving walls, and they were arranged in such a way that they observed the larger devices that took up most of the room.
The large device looked like a giant lid. Various cables, large and small, moored together, and at the end of the mooring was a circular mouth that seemed to open.
However, the mouth was tightly closed and half of it was buried by the rubble of the collapsed ceiling, so it was not in a condition to be opened and checked.
In this room, the most quantity of people were lying on the ground yet, as if to mock what they had seen so far as trivial.
The room was large. It was very spacious.
From the moment they entered that large room to the opposite end of the room, dozens of meters away, there were people lying everywhere.
None of them moved. There were so many of them that it didn't feel that they were corpses anymore, but instead they looked like a pile of discarded dolls.
Even more bizarrely, there were countless boxes strewn around the large device, which added to the eeriness of the scene. The boxes, neither blue nor black, were just large enough to hold a single person.
They were like coffins.
Some of them were twisted and cracked as if beasts had eaten through them, and a thick human-like fluid was flowing out from inside.
The moment he saw it, Jin's heart leapt.
"Ugh..."
A crushing moan was caught in his throat. Jin instantly lost his balance. It would look like dizziness from the outside, but it was different. He felt as if he had been swallowed by something, consuming his darkened consciousness and then...
he saw it.
A "Cauldron" that swirls the unworldly and submerges emptiness beyond the throbbing heat.
It's approaching from behind. It comes. It overflows, and it takes shape.
Black... a black beast. A black monster with sharp fangs, a thick neck, a giant jaw and all.
The creature dragged its indistinct body around, eating people at random, killing them as it went.
But the fangs do not tear flesh. The jaws do not crush bone.
All it had to do was slip by the living and occasionally let out a loud roar.
When touched by the black head, a black mist overflows from the human body. The human body collapses, losing all its strength, as if its life had been sucked out along with it.
The word associated with it would be predation. The black mass ran around the vast underground room like the winds of death, sucking and devouring the life of every human being in the room.
The head suddenly turned to look at Jin as if it had noticed something.
It looked more like an exaggerated version of a head, with only fangs and jaws. On top of its ferocious mouth, there was a glittering eye.
A red eye. Among the countless red streaks that run across the surface like blood vessels, the eyes that seem to have collected and hardened the most ominous reds in the world stared at Jin.
— Kill.
Someone's voice whispered to Jin.
— Kill it.
Yes. I have to kill it.
There is no other choice but to kill it.
(Who... is the monster?)
The higher the concentration of the seithr the more the urge swells inside Jin.
A murderous intent. It is a straightforward, pure, and single-minded murderous intent that is like nothing else.
(No, what I, what I... want to kill is...)
It's not a monster. What I want to kill is. What I want to kill with my own hands is...
A spark of lightning flashed behind his eyes, and Jin's vision instantly turned orange.
— It’s burning.
The whole area was ablaze.
This is a memory. Inside Jin, they were the pages of a burned and scorched memory that got torn to pieces and disordered.
In the flames, Jin was standing with his sword in his hand. In the hot, blazing flames, he was holding a cold, freezing Yukianesa.
Someone collapsed in front of him.
Who is the one who was down? It could have been someone, it could have been no one.
The boy was lying there helplessly. Bright red blood was pouring from his small back.
Red. Red. Everything. Red.
The rush of exuberance was so cold that he didn't feel any emotion when the burning church roared to life and collapsed, even when the hot wind blew against it.
The moon was laughing in the distance.
The bright red crescent moon was laughing joyfully.
No, it's not. It's a shadow. The shadow of a person. Laughing behind all.
A pair of pitch-black eyes stared at Jin.
The dark gloom kept staring at him, firmly, without a single motion.
Part 2
──in!!
The sound revived him.
The roaring sound of burning receded like a wave, and instead the dull drive of machinery and the sound of human voices flooded Jin's consciousness.
“Jin!! Hey, Jin! Stay with me!"
...
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