Chapter 58: Black Death (5)
The highest level of a short iron tower with only 340 floors.
Even at this floor, when one reached the top spire a large door appeared. A metal door made of cobalt, nickel, and a bit of limestone greeted its guest with its maw opened wide.
Beyond the door was a round table. Rosemary and Blanton walked towards the nine thrones that were lining it. Duke Blanton sat relatively closer to the entrance, and Rosemary took a seat further away.
The ones who sat here were the representatives of the greatest sky, the Ninth Heaven. Only Cataclysms had the right to sit on these thrones and enjoy the meetings and refreshments.
These Cataclysms were gathered here for one ultimate purpose. That was to resurrect their King.
And this is what the people of Ahrens called the beasts with this very purpose.
The Great Nine Mechas of the Heavens.
“One, two, three... a rather poor attendance.”
“Can’t do much about it. Three of them are much too large to get over here.”
“Why are the chairs set up if you already know?”
“It’s just a formality, you know? They’re still working away right now so we should maintain their dignity, or else they’ll be upset.”