"As I said, there is an enemy you must defeat for us. We have lost many of the ancient arts, and those we retain are through rote prayer to the ancient gods. The books tell of the olden days when men knew all the powers, all the arts, and strode across the stars like gods. No longer. But some have recreated some of the arts and Bethseme found an art and corrupted it into something horrible."
Phoodeera stood, her stern features back once more as she scowled.
"Bethseme was a priestess of our order, sent to search for items of power, left overs from the old wars. It seems not only that she found something, but that she had significant resentment against the Conclave. She has turned on us, on the Conclave, on the Reserectionist State of Prion, and the people she previously served as priestess. From what we have discovered she had found something that was never meant to be for war, and corrupted it into a weapon she can use against the rest of us."
Danny's head spun. OK, this was the future... a LONG way into the future it sounded like. They've lost understanding of Technology and just operate what they can through 'rites and prayers'. Maybe that was just commands to computers? Who knows! But it seemed like this was a primitive society with scraps of high technology. How long was he in cryo for? He vaguely remembered his mother crying as she told him his condition was terminal and he was going to sleep till they found a cure.
It seemed the cure had taken a long time coming and was not as simple as he'd thought.
"So, Danny. Will you help us?"
He stared at the young looking Priestess.
"You still haven't told me what this army of Bethseme's is."
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