Chapter Forty

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As his death state lessened, his spirit returning to his body with a heavy thud, Pligal noticed a familiar sight before his view was torn from his grasp. An oddly encased form, wreathed in gray with bulbous orbs surrounded by luminous beings wrapped in white, brilliant light, a light so intense, it seemed to burn his spirit, his essence.

As he briefly glimpsed this sight, Pligal noticed something within the gray encased figure in the center of the shimmering entities. A presence, a feeling, a connection with this being, one that surpassed all other Ak-Wo, even his beloved Sri.

Sri, he thought before his connection severed, how he missed seeing her scales, seeing her reprimand him with such loving disdain for his behavior. Two sides of the same field, all-encompassing, and all-enveloping. His longing for her doubled as he spent his moments with the Centuria 23 as well as the Imperial Legate. Only separated for a nearly two full cycles, Pligal could feel his scales ache as she missed her.

Aching, tender throbs erupted around him as the vision was taken from his mind. Prickly plasma, stitching into him, the acrid sea flowing through him, melting him from within, Pligal awoke on his slab feeling the weakest he has ever felt Each scale pulsing with agony, his onyx orbs swelling, his head pounding as if beaten by staffs with his whole Centuria. His limbs bound him to his slab as a tulac stood upon them, their weight pushing his scales deep into the dense stone.

"Ahh." Pligal moaned aloud as the light of the terra god beamed into his porthole, shimmering lovingly over the glittery wall adorning his chamber. "How am I so injured?" Pligal whispered to the vacant room, his voice carrying upon the air as a ghost like smoke swimming in the breeze.

Sitting up, his limbs still snuggly attached to his slab, Pligal's thorax filled with the new air of the cycle. His mind numb, his emotions blunted while his lighting reflex barely flickered. With every draft of air, Pligal felt his pain inundate him, his thoracic cavity shudder with rapid strikes, beating his chest as his body, his scales worked to facilitate life.

A presence in his room turned his attention toward his chamber pathway where a cloaked figure stood. A small figure, petite, yet standing strong, firm yet deliberate. Stepping forward, the light through the porthole passed over the orbs of the shrouded figure. Knowing orbs, with scales bent in concern over watching Pligal latched onto Pligal's gaze.

His body weakened, his vision cloudy, Pligal barely made out the figure as they stepped closer to him. His orbs fluttered softly as darkness attempted to take over him. Pushing it back, Pligal attempted to force his tenuous consciousness towards alertness as his blessing remained aloof.

As they neared, the strange figure said something Pligal could not make out. Confused, giving way to his lethargy, Pligal's body doubled in weight as it crashed upon his slab, bashing his head into the solid rock, mouth agape in agony, his talons tense, writhing in pain.

A soft hum met his audioles as a gentle touch placed pressure on his chest, while another touch lovingly cradled his head. With his orbs shut tight, Pligal's breath, raspy and weakened wheezed as it reverberated through the barren room. As the touch of the stranger tightened as a matriarch soothing their young one.

"Calm yourself, Pligal." The voice said pacifyingly, familiar and sweet.

Immediately, his body relaxed as he discovered who tended to him. With talons so tender, a presence so commanding, Pligal absorbed her touch, his longing to imprint upon her engulfing him. Now with Sri, the patcher encaptivating him, Pligal swooned.

His lighting mechanisms hummed in a soft glow around him as his cerulean wrappings, undressed with the gold bindings, strung around him. Tensing, once more, the scales of his face winced before opening his orbs slowly. Now seated before his own porthole, the light beamed upon her face. The sweet face of Sri.

Her orbs remained steady upon his visage as she continued to study him for any additional sign of injury, to ensure his safety and peace. Smiling lightly, her face betraying her feelings, her lighting mechanism glittered with joy. Her tunic remaining over her head, black as their own orbs, wreathed her as her softened face glowed with relief.

"You fell so abruptly, I am unsure the cause as I look over you. However, you seem to have regain some strength." Sri said sweetly, her voice full of emotion, swelling with glee.

Smiling, Pligal said, weakly, "Always working, aren't you?" Reaching up, his talons touched her face lightly as she leaned into his grasp.

Closing her eyes, softly, his touch caused her eyes to flitter nearly imperceptibly before she continued, "No, I left my report time to come and see you. We have been working with the Patchers here in the heart of Reyopa. However, I needed to see you. I just felt drawn here. I cannot explain it. My body nearly moved on its own." Measuring his body, she said, "Those fabrics suit you well."

"Thank you, I am glad to see you. I am leaving soon." Pligal said as his orbs shot downward. "We are planning something big."

"Yes, we know. Working with the patchers here, we find out everything. All the updates funnels through there. The Legio are all begin marshalled now. Everyone is abuzz with new bits of news." Her orbs turned softer as she glanced at him, once more, "That is why I needed to come."

"Great, we just learned of this the previous light cycle. I thank the ancestors of your arrival." He said before he equally averted his gaze, thinking, "Ah, I still use that manner of speech. Even when none of that is true now. Ancestors, just the dead, just memories now."

"Pligal?" Sri said curious about Pligal's detached behavior. "Where were you? You were gone a few moments there."

"My apologies. It is nothing." Pligal said weakly lifting himself as Sri braced him. "I must go soon. The Supreme Commander needs us there when the Legio come to the summit."

"How much time do we have?" Sri said cradling him.

"Until the terra god rests directly above us." Pligal said softly, yet regaining his strength.

"Good." Sri said, standing and disrobing her cloak, her naked scales the only covering as her lighting mechanism glittered softly.

Smiling, Pligal said, "I am under your power, my patcher." His strength slowly returning to his body as she near him, her talons out, in position to couple with Pligal's.

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Standing at the shley, her azure wrappings etched with yellow and light brown swirls would tightly upon her as she measured the surface of the shley, the Imperial Legate studied the battle planner for any signs of weaknesses.

Carefully her orbs moved passed the figurines representing each sagami whose strength measured near six hundred legionnaires each with a commander who oversaw the direction of all under them, a Legio, one who answered to only the Imperial Legate. With ten sagami figurines embossed with a tilted staff etched on the sandy surface of the shley, the Supreme Commander worried if nearly six thousand legionnaires would be enough to subdue the threat of the Torsons.

Seated behind the sagami figurines sat smaller and lighter figures with the symbol of the Vior, the life entity Fulla enveloping a skull, wreathed around it like a loving figure as they hovered around a mass of etched buildings of the capital she now stood. Glancing over these figures, she turned her attention to the enemy laying on the table. With their power unknown and her inability to acquire, reliable intelligence from the elite Clathor units sent to compile data, a think black fabric encompassed the Southernmost and eastern lands. The suspected, yet unknown origin of the Torsons.

Feeling lost, Imperial Legate's anger bubbled over. Here she commanded an immense Legion with no credible countermeasures in place to challenge the Torsons. Her lighting mechanisms fluttered in annoyance as she thought of the ten Legio and their, second in command, Duifu trailing them, scribing everything on parchment to take back to their own legionnaires under their command in their own sagami.

"Well, now is the time to see if this works." The Supreme Commander thought before speaking aloud, "If it doesn't, then all of this will be meaningless."

"Well now, Supreme Commander, no time to lose hope." A heavy voice said from behind her, adorned in green wrappings with black streaks, their body open, confident.

Not turning, the Imperial Legate responded, "You are early, Legio Korin. Eager to tell me something?"

Walking forward, Korin made his way toward the shley, his face impassive, emotionless. Reaching downward, his talons swept the area where the black sheet lay, representing the Torsons.

"We hypothesize there may be a different approach from than what is presented here. Supreme Commander.

"Tell me more." The Imperial Legate said with her orbs trained upon the Legio of the Vior, eager to hear the news.

"We only found it during the previous dark cycle. A brilliant mind discovered this. A new addition to our groupthink inferred this. A fine Vior, indeed."  

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