Rythe, Cathedral of Eden
Having rested from his carnage, Rythe stared at the blue blade of his sword, somewhat disappointed in not being able to use its signature ability, especially when it hadn't been used in ages. He longed for some action, and today he received it, but as content, as it made him, the event brought disturbing revelations in the state of New Eden and greater Terrestria itself. Necromancy was... rare to say the least. The last necromancer that had been present in New Eden died centuries ago. Ironic how one sought to reanimate the dead and control them, yet always fall prey to death themselves. Certainly, the latest development's cause hadn't been on the side of the city, but it didn't quite leave the imprint Abaddon would have should they have sent their forces. New Eden would triumph in the end, but the scarring memory of the assault would have thrown the city back by at least a few decades. This assault lacked a motive... terror, but they would have continued then. Something did not quite add up...
While he was sure Raakshdos would be aware of his suspicions, he began at a brisk pace into the Cathedral's deep interiors. Approaching the most heavily guarded portions of the Cathedral, he stepped past the multitude of fresh Warden guardsmen that had not participated in the ensuing battle above. Good, they are doing their job, they should be placing protection of this artifact over everything. Disappearing through the heavy reinforced doors, he continued deeper into depths. Unbeknownst to Rythe, upon the slam of the massive doors, the guards had collapsed onto the floor, rigid and most certainly dead. Not a single drop of blood emerged from their corpses.
Arriving in the chamber, Rythe held his breath before tossing open the heavy doors with a resounding creak. Upon the pedestal where Aditi's stone was supposed to be sat, safely, an outline in the dust that had settled on the stone surface. Incoherent thoughts passed through his mind as he contemplated executing the guards responsible for the protection of the room, yet he felt no form of life present in the room aside from himself. He took a seat in the stone tower chairs, cast off to the side, that had been left from the ancient council hall of the original Warden Grandmasters, which had been the original purpose of the massive chamber, he waited for the arrival of Raakshdos. So many memories from centuries ago... before I became the advisor, the time of revolution and upheaval. He cast a glance towards his old ancient chain guillotines mounted on the walls, abandoned since peace ruled New Eden. Ages had passed since he wielded and felt the insanity held within the unstable weapon he had forged in his younger years. A failure to some, a masterpiece to Rythe.