A dull crash echoed through the darkened street as the automation guards fell to the ground in a smoking heap.
Unknown flicked a bit of dust from his jacket with a gloved hand and slipped his cane once again securely into his boot. The large gray building loomed above him, threatening to swallow him in its foggy depths. He glanced up and down the street, before approaching a large metal door.
Slipping the Aether-tool from his pocket, he quickly picked the lock and, with the help of a little mist and a swift rap of his cane, the heavy door swung open as he slipped inside.
With ghost-like movement, he glided down the long dingy hallway, pausing at the corner to slip the cane from his boot. He pulled his brim low and rounded the corner, coming face to face with two men, part of the royal capital guard. Apparently not even the high ranking Imperial officials trusted the poorly built mechanical atrocities to protect them.
The two guards snapped to attention, raising their rifles at the tall white-clothed figure. "Halt, in the name of the Empire," the guard on the right bellowed. Unknown smiled from under the brim of his hat, his cane which he rested both hands on in front of him gave a slight tapping sound against the stone floor. "Greetings, friends," his tone steady, authoritative, and almost kind, "pardon me, I have business beyond that door."
The two men glanced at each other, puzzled as to who and what this was. Unbeknownst to them, two unnoticeable whisps of mist drifted from his gloved hands, traveling up each of their nostrils.
"Who are you and where are your official pa..." the guard paused as a strange look passed over both of their faces. Almost in unison, they cleared their throats, pulling at their collars. Soon they were doubled over, their beings racked with coughing. Their weapons clattered to the floor as they fell to their knees, their lungs being purged of the fog they were so used to breathing.
The Unknown stood quietly, continuing to tap his cane in a haunting rhythm. "you requested my name." The two guards raised their heads wearily as they sank into unconsciousness. "I am," the last thing they managed to rest their dimming eyes on was the glowing magenta eyes of the one, "Unknown."
Unknown smiled at the two figures and stepped towards the door. They would be perfectly alright. In fact, once they had coughed all of the fog out of their system, they would be two of the healthiest people in Evercity. With a thrust, the door slid open and Unknown found himself in a control room of sorts. The men inside gave a yell, but quickly succumbed to the polished end of his cane.
He stepped forward, peering through the large window and spotting the beaten and bloodied figure he recognized as @Emman_Jumpsong1. His jaw tightened, his eyes glittering with unquenchable fire. This was the true face of the Empire. Behind the fog, the taxes, the oppression, lay the supreme darkness at the heart of this monstrosity.
He pressed his fingertips together, calming his mind to focus on the task at hand. After a quick inspection of the small room, he found a lever with the word "lights" scrawled underneath. He smiled, it was so kind of them to make it this simple. In a flash, the stadium went dark as pandemonium erupted amongst the officers, guards, and onlookers below. The chaos quieted as the steady tapping rhythm wafted through the loudspeakers, along with the haunting voice that rang out in the deathly silent arena, "Today, for the evil deeds you have sown; shalt thou face the wrath of the Unknown."
The tapping faded away as a quick flash of purple illuminated the darkened room.
In a few tense moments, the lights flickered back on, revealing the terrified audience. The officer in command finally forced himself to move as he glanced around, a small gasp escaping his lips for @Emman_Jumpsong1 was gone.