VESSELS OF TRUTH - THE TRUTH WILL PREVAIL!!!!!.

***In Continent 'Eclipse of the Ocean' North West Region -Saccurrus- also known as the Home to the wild.

***In the Inn..

The fightings were over, most of the cultists were killed and the rest were captured and would either be interogated or be used in entertaining and sadistic ways that no military cultivator here cares enough to ponder about.

The military clean up team are already present and they are packing dead bodies into a spatial cube for transportation and then destruction or sometimes a much more disgusting process called recycling!.

Now that everything is moving fluidly, an injured Julian and the rest of the elite squad bunch are mostly resting on the ground floor while a small military after-party squad dies scan through the Inn's main space for any defaults or hidden arrays.

After minutes of relentless scans with artifacts, the after-party squad have finally found a spot in the room or rather the ground-level floor that's completely hollow.

Needing a bit of brute force to crack the spot open, one of the members of the after-party signals to the scattered and resting members of Julian's elite squad.

After three seconds of lazy hesitation, a Rank Two Warrior Knight with a massive metallic sledge hammer which is still coated by dried blood moves up for the task.

The after party squad members points to a spot in the ground to be cracked open before stepping back as the massive elite squad member approaches.

After a causual side crack of his neck, the armoured mountain of a warrior moves to the pointed spot with the scary sledge-hammer on his shoulder and then holding onto the hammer handel with both hands as he heaves it up.

Mana flows into the Warrior's weapon as a small vibrating frequency appears like a paint coat over the entire surface of the hammerhead which is as big as a small barrel.

*GROAN¡..*, A deep groan comes out of the warrior's throat and then releasing a deep breath,.. he strikes down!.

*BOOM!*

The floor vibrates lightly from the impact with the sledge-hammer head tearing through an unnoticeable barrier on the floor behind breaking through the ground as it sends small wooden fragments flying.

Heaving his hammer back up to his shoulder, the massive warrior knows that his work his done as he looks towards the ground which now has a rough circular hole than sinks in deep like a well. The spot must have been an hidden entrance and the warrior has just smashed the magic barrier and concrete open.

Dust rises a bit and all cultivators around sensed the uncomfortable mana shockwave caused by the warrior's mana hitting against the hidden entrance's mana.

The shockwave against the soldier's already battered bodies feels anything but good as they feel their minds ringing.

The Soldier's were exhausted but looking towards the new hole in the floor, they know that atleast some of them are going to have to step in but their thoughts were interupted by a cold voice from the corner of the space.

"I'll be going in.", The elite squad's Captain says calmly with nobody on the team in disagreement.

The squad's Captain stands tall as a battle hardened Peak Level Rank 3 Warrior with an Elite bloodline and even better cultivation arts that he has successfully acquired and mastered.

He is the symbol of true power in the elite squad and there are even rumours that he has once survived a stray attack from a Rank Four high level cultivator!!! Which is someone not an entire rank but rather an entire division above his own.

Unlike the rest of the Squads Blue and Gold coloured armours, the Captain's armour stands different.

A cold white and gold armour coats their captain's frame On his armour's chest-plate lies a powerful image of two sliver wings connected to a sword that points downwards.

This symbol is not one that is one lightly as it shows that their Captain has atleast some level of relation with the great and infamous arm of the Court that oversees this territory,.. the Sliver Wing Clan.

Despite his deeply striking visuals, the squad knows that their Captain is obviously not in his best shape with burns and blood on his armour.

The Captain isn't wearing his helmet at the moment so the squad could see his bloody face and on his grand armour is a cut and a couple of cracks here and there.

Despite the fact that their Captain is far from hundred percent, the squad knows very well that an injured peak level Rank three Cultivator is much better that five fully healthy Rank two's especially if this Cultivator in question is their Captain.

Pushing himself out of the corner of the space, the captain calmly pulls off a Bronze great sword with distinct rune markings ecthed across the centre of the sword's six inch wide blade that strecthes two and half feet long with it's tip ending in a point for killing.

A wave of mana through the captain's Rank Three armour lights up some strips of metal and everyone near-by could feel a mana pulse accompanied by a sharp and cold change in the captain's aura.

The heavy metal armoured part around Captain's neck seems to unfold then slowly rearrange around the Captain head. In seconds, a grey and silver helmet is over the captain's head while standing a slight contrast to the captain's mostly white toned armour.

Still calmly walking forward, the space in front of the captain's helmet lights up with a murderous blue glow as the Captain jumps right into the hole in the floor with his wine heavy coat rushing behind him.

'I can never get used to that.", Julian thinks to her self as she sees her captain's cold and quick transition before calmly jumping into the hole..

Falling down the hole with air forceful slapping against his dark wine cape, The captain cape has faint linings that gives a gentle glow thus slowling his falling speed just milliseconds before landing.

The Captain has been fallen downwards for two seconds and although he slightly slows his speed at the last second, his landing still comes tough with his feet crushing and cracking the concrete underground and his cape slapping up a powerful dust-wave.

His great-sword's tip has been planted to the ground at landing as well as one of his knees.

Standing up, the captain pulls out his words before taking a calm look around.

It's dark in here but the captain can see every detail clearly. His guard is up and his weapon is ready and waiting to kill as he steps forward through a small and damp passage way.

Looking left of the passageway, he sees bars and a space behind the bars. It's a prison, no.. looking at the terribly broken bodies of different races and ages behind this bars, the captain immediately knows its a cage.

Four Cages infact with two on the left side of the passageway left and two on the right and each of them holds tens of bodies of people whom the captain can only imagine to have gone through the worse of times.

The Captain isn't much surprised by the brutality in each of this spaces but the fact that they are freshly killed bodies instead of living breathing people sightly surprised him though looking at the end of the short passageway soon answers his question.

A dead human lying is slouched down against the wall with a dagger in his chest and a slit wrist coated with dried blood.

On the wall behind the obviously dead cultist is a simple image painted in dried crimson blood. The image shows a eerie eye with another smaller eye of the same simple yet dark pattern in the bigger eye pupils.

Under the eerie image is the common wordings of the specific Cultist Group known as 'Vessels of truth' that says..

ȚHÊ ŤŔŲȚH WÏŁĽ PŔËVĄİŁ!.

The Captain stares at the dead cultist's body for a few seconds while understanding that this specific cultist has made a decision to lay waste to the countless prisoners lives in the cages since there is no escape from his squad's wrath.

The cultist bastard had then drawn the cult's eerie symbol and slogan with his own flowing blood then claims his own life with a dagger to make a last statement.

The Captain stares on coldly at the cultist behind the mass murder for a while for a while then he calmly raises his Great sword.

"I hope you find circles of suffering and torment on the other side.", The captain says calmly and coldlybjust a second before the tip of his bronze blade falls down. Without any effort, the massive bronze blade's tip falls into the body of the already dead cultist.

*PLOP!¡*.

On contact with the blad, the cultist's body explodes into chunks of meat, bones and blood though the pieces that touch the Captains armour burns off as soon as it makes contact as it was being purified.

There is no such thing as good Cultivators or bad Cultivators. All of them are nothing but hypocrites yet all cultivators atleast on Continent 'Eclipse of the Ocean' have come to a generally accepted notion that Most or rather, All Cultists were of the Devil!.

The things they do make other Cultivators feel like Saints!.

Ever since the Great Siege that almost wiped out the Continent as well as its forever mark on history hatred for cultists bloomed. The popular notion of cultists being evil has been further powered by the depraved and more sinister ideas and feats carried by the cultist's over the millennium.

These continuous sinister doings by the cultist's ensured that flames of hatred towards all cultist's stays as strong and fiery as ever!.

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***Meanwhile..

On the Outside of the inn building, A small crowd were Casually watching and discussing the operation of the elite soldiers and millitary.

Within this Small Crowd stands Haniel who just recently arrived as he inquires from people about what had just happened.

His robes were lazy and casual as usual and his breath still stinks from a hard beer. He didn't at all stand out and is mostly over looked without the slightest suspicion on who he is: -A Cultist belonging to the Cult Vessels of truth-.

Haniel speaks with people and gathers as much information as the other drunk men, lazy cultivators and casual viewers can provide and then he stumbles his way out of the already dissolving crowd.

His mind us in tumiol as madness reflects in his heated gaze though nobody pays him enough attention to notice.

'The grand ritual is just in a few months!', Haniel thinks to himself with a bit of madness in his thoughts.

'Why were these blasphemer soldiers cracking down their hideouts and freeing their sacrifices?!.'.

'They military don't really care much so why now when the ritual Is drawing closer?!.'

'They ruin everything!!!!.'._Haniel thinks as he walks away from the crowd.

'Those darn blasphemers ruin everything thinking they can hide the truth!!.', Haniel thinks to himself more intensely as he cannot help but bite against his fingernail.

'No, the truth will prevail!!.', Haniel nods to himself.

'The truth must prevail!!!!!.', Haniel thinks with reddened eyes as he walks through the streets.

'The world would watch in shock as the truth prevails!!.'.