Chapter 17
The Long Road to Meridian
Aloy's journey out of the Nora lands was a study in contrasts. As she left behind the familiar crags and dense, misty forests, the landscape opened up into vast, golden plains where the sun reigned supreme. Here, the world was a tapestry of life and machine—a blend of nature and ancient technology.
She rode steadily, her eyes scanning the horizon. In the distance, her Focus revealed herds of Grazers moving in lazy, almost ritualistic patterns, their heavy metal limbs kicking up dust as they ambled across the open land. Occasionally, a pair of Longlegs would appear, darting between rocky outcroppings, their scarlet optics flickering with alertness. Aloy's mind recalled the stories of roaming machines—both benign and deadly—that Erend had once recounted with awe and fear. Now, she was living it.
The roads were busy with activity. Carja traders in flowing silks and intricate jewelry rode alongside sturdy Oseram couriers whose armor clanged withevery step. Sun-Priests, resplendent in robes of goldand crimson, made their way in heavily guarded processions, their presence a reminder that Meridian was not merely a city, but a symbol of power anddivine right. As Aloy passed through small Carja outposts, snippets of conversation reached her ears—whispers of rebellion, discontent with the Sun-King's rule, and murmurs about the ancient sins of the Carja. The politics of this land were as intricate as the pathways that led to Meridian itself.
The City of the Sun
The great bridge into Meridian loomed ahead—a monumental structure carved from dark, time-worn stone that spanned a deep canyon, its arches echoing with the footsteps of countless generations. Aloy paused for a moment on the bridge, letting the gravity of the place wash over her. Below, the river roared with the passage of time, and above, the sky seemed endless—a canvas painted with streaks of orange and purple as the sun began its slow descent.
Crossing the bridge, the full splendor of Meridian revealed itself. The city was a sprawling fortress of sandstone towers, terraced gardens, and intricate waterworks that sparkled in the late afternoon light. Banners fluttered from high walls and narrow spires, each a testament to the Carja's storied legacy. The air buzzed with life, and even the clamor of everyday commerce seemed woven into the grand tapestry of the city's history.
At the massive gates, a small contingent of Carja guards in polished red and gold armor halted her progress. Aloy's heart quickened, yet she maintained a steady composure. Before any confrontation could erupt, a commanding voice cut through the murmur of the crowd.
"Hold."
The guards stepped aside, parting like the waves of an unseen tide. From behind them emerged a tall, imposing woman clad in dark, battle-worn Oseram armor. Her hair, a fiery cascade pulled back into a tight ponytail, was streaked with hints of gray—a sign of hard-won experience. A jagged scar ran along her left cheek, adding a fierce edge to her already formidable presence.
Aloy's breath caught. The woman was none other than Ersa—the very same Ersa whose name had danced through her memory, recounted by Erend during the night before the Proving by the fire in Nora lands. Erend had spoken of her as a warrior of unyielding resolve and a strategist with a heart hardened by loss.
Ersa's eyes sharp and met Aloy's and scanned her attire and paint markings
"You're a Nora ,Long way from home ".she said
Aloy replied "It sure was , I assume you're Ersa Captain of the Vanguard. Erend only has praises for you ".
"You're the one my brother wouldn't shut up about," she saiddryly, crossing her arms. "Didn't think you'd actually make it here, in the heart of Meridian."
Aloy's gaze held steady. "I had to. I'm here for answers and for Olin." The single word carried weight. Ersa's expression darkened for a briefmoment, as if weighing the risk of allowing a Nora warrior into the city's midst.
"Then you'd better be prepared for the truths you'll find," Ersa replied, her tone both a warning and a benediction . With a curt nod, she gestured for the guards to stand down, permitting Aloy to stepthrough the gates. As the heavy doors groaned open, Aloy felt the pulse of Meridian—a city brimming with secrets, where every stone and every face had a story to tell.
Adal's Watchful Eye
High above the bustling streets, hidden in the shadows of a crumbling balcony, Adal watched the scene unfold,he could have used JUNO and the drones but most of the drones were monitoring HADES and the few at his immediate disposal shouldn't be used for trivial matters like these . He then called "Juno , contact HEPHAESTUS and begin the production of the new drones , we need more eyes in the sky ." He then brought his attention back to the scene below .
His eyes, trained by years of calculated observation, followed Aloy's every move with a measured intensity. Meridian was a city of many layers, and as he monitored the flow of people below through his Focus, he noted her brisk pace and resolute determination.
His thoughts were interrupted by a crackling voice in his ear—the unmistakable tone of Sylens, laced with urgency. "She's advancing faster than anticipated. Are you content to watch, or are you prepared to intervene?"
Adal's lips curled in a wry smile. "I'm not here to play the hero, Sylens. I'm here to watch the board, see how the pieces fall. There's a bigger game at work."His mind, ever calculating, turned toward the deeper mysteries hidden beneath the Earth and with HEPHAESTUS AND JUNO's help he's made leaps in terms of knowledge over the years since he went into that cauldron in the Banuk lands
But it still wasn't enough
He then moves from the balcony towards his residence in Meridian ,he moves through the streets towards the middle class area of Meridian
He reaches his house and enters , finding Alana playing with her focus exploring its limits and capabilities .She says" Now I see why Aloy was always looked like she was crazy moving her hands like she was catching air ". He asks "So have you learned how to use it " Alana replies "Yeah , and JUNO's been helping me understand it better".
Let's go meet Aloy , and the moment he finishes that statement Alana's eyes burst with excitement and anticipation. She says "Finally she's here , now let's go".
Adal and Alana move through the streets of Meridian following Aloy's approximate location,tracking her using the signal of her FOCUS.
Alana sees Aloy before she notices her and moves behind her to surprise her.
Alana grinned mischievously and tiptoed up behind Aloy, then tapped her shoulder with a quick, "Guess who?"
Aloy spun around, instinctively reaching for her spear before her eyes widened in surprise. "Alana?"she said ,Thank God you're okay .
Alana beamed. "You didn't think I'd die that easily did you,I'm not here alone though ".
She glanced over her shoulder and Aloy followed her gaze and she saw Adal now without the menacing mask with glowing green eyes but she still recognizes him as one of the figures present during the proving who saved Alana
"So," Aloy said, folding her arms, "you're the mysterious guy Olin warned me about."
Adal offered a small, measured nod. "I've been called worse."
What's your deal?" she asked, voice wary but curious. "You've been watching me."
"I've been watching everything," Adal replied. "You're just the most interesting piece on the board."
Aloy frowned, unsettled. "Why help me then?"
"Because what's coming… it's bigger than you or me. You're walking into something you don't fully understand,and it might be the end of all of us ."
He tapped his temple, activating his Focus. A moment later, Aloy's own device pinged with a data transfer.
"That's where you'll find Olin," he said. "JUNO tracked him through the city. We've been keeping an eye on him."
Aloy looked between them, her expression unreadable. "Then come with me," she said to Alana. "We can figure this out together."
Alana opened her mouth, but Adal cut in before she could answer.
"She's not going with you."
Aloy's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
Adal's tone was calm, almost detached. "You're walking into a situation you barely understand. HADES, Olin, whatever's in that ruin—JUNO and I need eyes on the broader game. Alana stays here. She's more useful to me monitoring from a distance."
"I don't answer to you," Alana said, frowning at him.
"No," Adal replied, looking at her directly. "But you agreed to help me stop what's coming. This is how you help."
Aloy let out a quiet breath, clearly not thrilled. "Fine. But if you're wrong—"
"I'm not," Adal said flatly. "Good luck, Aloy."
She stared at him for a beat longer, then turned to Alana. "Stay safe."
"You too," Alana replied, eyes lingering on her friend as she walked away into the heart of the city.
The Confrontation with Olin
Navigating the labyrinthine alleys of Meridian, Adal's information led her to a nondescript dwelling tucked away behind a faded market. The door, hanging slightly ajar, invited her into a shadowed interior. Inside, a dim light illuminated a room cluttered with maps, ancient schematics, and scattered Focus devices. The air was thick with the scent of oil and dust—a stark reminder of a world where every secret was hidden beneath layers of neglect.
At the center of the room, Olin sat slumped at a desk, his face pale and eyes wide with apprehension. When he caught sight of Aloy, the tension in his posture turned to outright fear. "You shouldn't be here," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Aloy's tone was sharp, laced with the certainty of one who has faced countless betrayals. "I know exactly why you're here, Olin. You've been feeding lies to the Eclipse, marking me for death."
For a moment, silence reigned as the truth settled heavily between them. Olin's eyes flickered with the weight of guilt and desperation. "I never meant for any of this," he confessed, his voice cracking. "The Eclipse... they're not just a rogue faction. They're controlled by something far darker—HADES. And it isn't just me. It's a plan, one that goes back further than any of us realize."
Aloy's gaze hardened, the fire of determination igniting within her. "Then explain it. Tell me everything, or you'll leave me no choice."
Reluctantly, Olin divulged his story—the grim narrative of coercion, betrayal, and the bloodshed at the Proving. He described how the Eclipse had been manipulated by HADES, using Focus signals to control and command its followers. "They meant to erase you from this world," he murmured, eyes haunted. "HADES marked you long before you ever knew its name."
Aloy's mind raced. Every revelation deepened the mystery and magnified the danger looming over them. "Where is it?" she demanded, voice low and dangerous.
Olin hesitated before replying, "There's a Dig Site, far to the south—a place where the old world's secrets still live. That's where you'll find the next piece of this puzzle." The admission hung in the air like a dark omen, and Aloy knew her quest was far from over.
Barely had she stepped out into the cool Meridian evening when her Focus suddenly lit up with an unfamiliar signal—a low, controlled voice that made her blood run cold.
"You're asking the wrong questions, Aloy."
The voice was unmistakable, carrying an air of detached amusement. It was Adal—his tone measured, almost mocking.
Aloy's hand tightened on her spear as she demanded, "What do you mean?"
The response was brief and enigmatic. "Olin didn't lead the Eclipse to you. HADES did. And HADES… is only part of the problem." The words sent a shiver down her spine, as if the voice knew secrets too dangerous to be spoken outright. A soft chuckle followed before the connection abruptly cut, leaving Aloy staring at the now silent Focus.
For a moment, she allowed herself a flash of anger—anger at the manipulations behind the scenes, and at the audacity of this unseen adversary who seemed to hold the keys to every mystery. But beneath that anger, determination surged. Every question, every dark revelation only spurred
Aloy stepped out of Olin's cramped dwelling into the pulsating heart of Meridian. The city was alive with whispered conversations, secret glances, and undercurrents of tension that belied its ornate beauty. Lanterns began to glow in the twilight, and the rhythmic beat of distant drums echoed through narrow streets.
She retraced her steps to the city gates where Ersa had seen her off. The guard's earlier warning rang in her ears—Meridian was as treacherous as it was magnificent. But she had no choice but to press forward. Every answer she sought lay somewhere beyond these walls, at a Dig Site that promised revelations both ancient and dire.
As she mounted her Strider once more, Aloy allowed herself a brief moment of introspection. Every encounter—from the watchful eyes of Carja merchants to the secretive whispers of the alleyways—reinforced one truth: the conflict was expanding, drawing in allies and enemies alike. And now, with the specter of HADES looming larger than ever, the fate of many worlds hinged on the choices she was about to make.
Adal retreated back towards his residence, his mind already plotting the next phase of his plan. While Aloy struggled with the weight of her newfound knowledge, he turned his attention to the hidden corners of Meridian—the Spire, where the enigmatic AI AURELIA lay dormant among the relics of the old world at least that's what the records show. In the deep recesses of his thoughts, Adal pondered the delicate balance of power. His next move would not only alter the course of the Eclipse's dark designs but would also determine the survival of the few remaining vestiges of a bygone civilization.
With every pulse of his Focus, every calculated glance at the sprawling city below, Adal reminded himself: patience was his greatest weapon. The board was set, and every piece was in motion.
The Journey Continues
Aloy spurred her Strider forward, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The next destination was clear—the Dig Site that held the secrets of HADES, and with it, the promise of both revelation and redemption. As Meridian's golden spires receded behind her, the open road beckoned with the unknown. In that moment, she knew that every step would draw her closer to a truth that could either save her people or condemn them to oblivion.
In the gathering dusk, with the city's lights flickering like distant stars, Aloy's resolve burned brighter than ever. The city of the sun had offered its welcome, but the real battle lay ahead—a battle where ancient powers and modern conflicts would collide in a storm of fire, betrayal, and destiny.