Re: Part 69 - War of the Wheels
"Shiva," Cyan mutters, staring up at Banglen-Yp's enormous form. Shaking her amazement away, she turns her attention to Right - loyal Right, skilled Right...and these days? Righteous Right, it seems.
"Pull your people from pursuit, Right - I do not wish them caught in a Seraphim trap, for reinforcements will no doubt be on their way, and there is something more." The General waves in an absent gesture toward...well, the aether itself. "Something lies beyond the world, watching." Her lips thin. "Something that echoes of myself."
Information flows between her and Berd, and Cyan pales. "A creation of Harabonah - hunters, each carrying a fraction of my...my essence, using the resonance of that essence to seek me out. Their presences feel slightly akin to the vhuul. Do you know of this?"
Upon Cyan's shoulder, Berd tenses, his eyes narrowing. And above, the great, burning Archon hangs in place, its fires no longer falling. A brilliant cage of forces springs up around it, more to protect it from overzealous Nephillim than to hold it - Berd's mind is proving adequate to that job. He allows it to continue to spin, to live, but not to move.
His voice echoes through the bridging. My thanks, Tahirah. I have met these hunters before, in the presence of an Archon who explained their purpose to me. They seek my daughter and all those with her - I know not their strengths, as yet.
He eyes the Nephillim, high above. The herenethi - were some of those still here, not fighting, amoung the Seraphim before? Have they changed sides?
I hold the eshurianti in my mind's grip, and I will peel away his secrets. Painlessly, though he battles me with considerable might and stubborness.