This chapter was written in collaboration with Scylla.
Amon took a moment to consider his answer before he spoke. He didn’t want her to realize the truth of her own importance too early in the situation. So, he wove a bit of a fib with a bit of truth.
“I need your help to open the gates,” he told her smoothly. “As I’ve expressed, much of the magic I once had is dimmed. It’ll take more than just my own presence for the gates to budge. But I believe between the two of us, we can unlock the Tower again.”
“And then, we’ll work on restoring your memories, of course. There’s resources locked within Syrcus Tower you couldn’t begin to imagine…” The Elezen turned around, walking backwards carelessly to flash a wide, friendly grin. “And I was one of the lead… researchers… in the bioaetherchemieric wing. I’m sure that if the energies of the Tower itself don’t jog your memories, I can find a solution to help you.”
Amon tilted his head, spinning on his heel to walk the right way again. Once more, he spread his arms with a wide, encompassing motion.
“The Tower is currently in slumber. But when we open the gates, those who are still trapped within will wake again. And before you grow concerned with that, I’ll note that most of the defenses and the ruling leadership were taken down during the raid.”
He pursed his lips. “There are still Allagans sleeping in there – normal people who served the royal family… people who assisted in the labs… people who had nothing to do with the leadership, raids or the battles. Those are the people we must find and help… and from there, we’ll decide how the knowledge of the Tower can be used to help the people of the new Eorzean world. The Allagans and Eorzeans can come together. Just think of it!”
Amon eyed her shrewdly, though she probably couldn’t see for his mask.
“That is what you want to do, yes? Help the people in Eorzea? Perhaps even, with the assistance of the Allagans of old, we could find a way to put a stop to the struggle with the Empire that plagues their lands.”
He always seems to have the right answer for everything!
Scylla frowned as she again started to scuttle towards the mouth of the cavern.
If there are innocents trapped in the tower, it’s in my duty to help, right? But what if the legends are right? What if the Allagans are demon-blooded monsters?
Scylla swallowed, awestruck as the gilded entrance of the tower came into view. The gold-inlaid doors stretched up in height so big that even several Garlean airships could fit through. She could feel the warm aetherglow of powerful magics even from the distance.
Such power these people had! No wonder the Sons keep this place secret from the public.
And if there was advanced technology locked within the gates, it could turn the tides against the encroaching Garlean menace. The populations of Eorzea had been growing increasingly concerned about the war-like empire to the north. Amon’s promises held much potential for the struggling alliances.
But the Warrior of Light chose to leave the tower sleeping.
A tattered, posted wooden sign lay fallen on the path. Scylla picked it up, and turned it around to show Amon.
“If there are such good people within this place, why does this sign warn of demon-kin and evil sealed within the tower?” She handed over the sign with a shaky tinge. “Maybe we should leave this place and go home.”