Chapter 9

(no pov)

the room seems to freeze, as all eyes are attracted to the spot the summoned hero had stood just moments before, now a deep grove in the floor, and silence fills the room, as the minds of all the witnesses struggle to understand what just happened, but they are granted no such luxury, as another crack is heard, and the people's heads turn, slowly, almost as if they don't wish to see the result, but curiosity is a strong emotion, and their eyes belatedly snap on target, the spot once housing the king, now a gaping hole, through which the mountains in the background where visible, ignoring of course the fact that the majority of the castle behind it had been turned into a landscape of rubble the likes of which would be fitting for a mountain post landslide. and everyone hears a loud sigh, strangely audible against the sound of falling stone as the walls slowly crumble.

Everyone in the room snaps their heads towards the source of the noise, now noticing the strange fact that the trenches seem to come from the same direction, until their eyes settle on the form of the armored summon, and a clear image of the situation begins to appear in their minds, despite the lengths required to explain them but seconds had passed altogether, but despite themselves, most found themselves incapable of controlling their bodies, the strongest willed finding themselves only capable of collapsing the the floor, a luxury lost on the majority, their minds to filled with terror to even shake.

"disappointing" a quiet hollow voice emanates throughout the room, almost silent amid the chaos, yet still heard by all, empty of any identifiable emotion, and a disturbingly ambiguous tone, reminiscent of no gender, nor age, creating an atmosphere that felt distinctly wrong, drawn to the hypnotic sound, all who hear it barely even notice as their numbers dwindle, dozens of cracks creating a almost demonic symphony. loud enough to rupture ears, many attendees begin to bleed from the ears, but despite that, no one moves an inch, as if they don't even notice, still somehow hearing the voice amidst the noise.

if someone were to see this situation from the outside they would wonder. why has no one ran? why has no one screamed? why has no one fought? the affected people seeming to be nothing more than corpses, and would have been easily mistaken for one if not for the slow movements of their chests, internal mechanisms keeping them breathing even without instruction from the mind.

"Here I thought this summoning would be something fun, but here I am, in the throne room of a third rate kingdom, summoned to be a disposable hero to help win a war they started, under the justification that the enemies did, and they have the audacity to think they could rape and control me? ME?!"

the room quite literally begins to vibrate, the voice growing louder and louder with each sentence, weather the vibrations were caused by the voice or simply the failing structural integrity of the castle, or just their imagination, they would never know, not that it mattered to them in the moment.

"I, THE FOUNDER OF THE TRITACHYON (stollen from starsector, great game btw, check it out, really underappreciated.) AND FOUNDER OF THE OMNICS? (yes stolen from overwatch but I interpret the name as omni-robotics, which fits his race of sentient machines. Not a great game, don't check it out.) the people in the room all finally collapse, as the ground beneath them shakes with the force of a major earthquake, their stiff muscles unable to adapt to the shifting terrain.

"But that's fine now, their all dead now anyway, so let's hope you all don't make such a mistake again hmm?" the entity says, now looking back at all the people still alive in the room, having since walked to the hole that used to be the throne, and the people finally begin to notice the small number of them that remain. "Don't mistake my mercy as weakness, know that I only spared you since non of you looked at me like a toy or slave, but I am not a patient person." the entity says, no longer comparable to any mortal concept of power to these people who have never witnessed those with true strength, as even royalty and nobles are powerless in the face of true strength, especially of such a weak nation.

"I hope you all heed my warning, and if you ever summon one of my creations again, you do not try this again." it says, before cracks appear around them, seemingly suspended in the air, and all who look to close could swear they saw visions of eldritch horrors within, and the entity simply walks through, disappearing as fast as they had came, and all present finally regain control of themselves, and screams and wails begin to fill the air, all save for one person.

the lone summon remaining, the young girl, looks on in horror, any and all delusions of their power thoroughly decimated by the display, the girl would later become one of the strongest humans in history, a powerful leader, who pulled a dying nation to the top of the world, establishing the largest empire at the time, lasting centuries before falling, but that's a story for the future.

and that day, would go down in history, as the first interaction between the mortal world and the Tritachyon, a long standing myth spread throughout the world, of the hidden world outside their own, simply waiting to be found, and many, brave or foolish, would lose their lives exploring their mysteries, as well as the debut of their progenitor, who flipped an entire country on its head within moments of their summoning, who would live on by many names.

legends recount their scant few appearances, all of which caused major changes on a global scale, and though many thought them to be myth, all who knew the truth feared their willful appearances, their titles were many, and their descriptions varied, some say they were human, others monster, others dragon, but all who spoke of them could agree on one thing, they were clinically and utterly insane, and your only hope should you meet them, is that they were in a particularly good mood that day, otherwise chaos followed their every move.

(an, well thats most of the buildup done, next chapter will be Milims massacre, then after that cannon will start, btw I need a good title for the mc, one for them to use like the demon lords titles, so please leave suggestions here, I'm thinking something like "the anarchist" but not sure yet.)