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"I do not depict you as a man of the dead but as vibing and thriving being."
Looking over his shoulder at a curvaceous white straggly haired woman Tecto gave her a smile. "I am not interested in reanimation of a body. I am more interested in those who continue to live even after the body has died."
Looking down on Tecto with gleaming yellow librarian eyes the young lady floated and danced to the chair nearby. "Do you speak of the SouBei?" She asked with intrigue.
"That is correct."
"In that case tell me." Turning her head as she spoke with full awareness the tanned goddess asked, "Do you believe that these beings are truly soul less as they say."
"If they were soul less then how is it that some of them are able to maneuver as an ordinary being."
"You have heard the whispers of the undead seductress."
"I have." Tossing both his head and hand up with enthusiasm Tecto body almost radiated. "That is why I seek knowledge of both death and the soul. If one could break the spell and escape the collective death, how come the others can't as well?"
"That is a wonder that I too seek. Tell me…do you have a gen?"
"You could address me as Tecto."
"I am Galla."
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"It took quite some time." Listening to the rattle of his invisible chains a grin crept onto Oinz face. "But we finally caught you. You see we Ungalite aren't normal Arcadians we train and study in and with our ancient ancestry." Strolling forward the Arcadian noticed his comrade walking from the heavens as if stairs existed.
"Be careful Oinz he has that look in his eyes."
"No one ever escapes Cython's Prism." Remarked Oinz with aggression. "He is completely bound from neck down." Watching his opponents draw closer with complete calm and control his breath JunBee took one last deep breath calculating the movements of everything around him through the vibrations in the chains, air, and even earth even though they held him like some anti-gravity crucifixion device.
"Exactly we are unknowing of what he could do and we…" Throwing up multiple hand symbols Antel focus went on his G-force and his following intentions.
Transforming his nose into a trunk before Antel could finish his signs JunBee released a massive cloud of thin purple smoke which spread with ease thanks to the Ungalite wind manipulation. "This may be a wonder for the three of you to behold but it is you who fell into my hands." Teleporting out of his binds, the Rhukin began to throw up the very signs his opponent used on him earlier.
Boosh busting out of the ground a pair of magma infused arms of earth captured the Ungalite "What Nutri and Tecto speak is truth, when I teleport I can go through third density objects. Something to do with my vibrations rising to the fourth." Rotating his head in thought at the slightest cognition of one his foes movement the Rhukin activated his second trump card. "There is no purpose of struggling." Studying his opponents JunBee head bounced with comprehension. "For during battle with each strike and counter I placed or flicked microscopic bits of slime which through the duration of this fight have buried themselves within your very frame and now are taking control of your nervous system."
Grunting in response to Rhukin's words the Ungalites soon found that no longer had possessions of their limbs couldn't even wiggle a toe.
Snapping his fingers JunBee woke the Ungalites up from a deep slumber. "Would you like to try this again."
"My energy…" groaned an Ungalite with a huff and puff before another chimed in, "Was it really dream?"
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"How much further do we have to go?" Falling into the sand face first Samson cried out, "Why does it feels like we are walking and going nowhere?"
"In life the path you take might not always be with ease. There are infinite ways to maneuver through the waves but the point is to move with the flow even the crashes where it feels like the world is pulling you down like now."
"How come we couldn't just stay on the backs of Rupi and Keno?"
"Because the Myrmidon army would've attacked us." Blurted The Princess.
"Sarai that comment holds some truth. The Myrms will not attack but observe you until they deem that conflict is necessary for instance." Woooosh, turning to the west at a giant cloud of smoke streaming towards them Abbott knew that this would be a graphic moment. "Watch how events take place."
"Finally, our paths have converged."
"Convergence happens by flow." Spoke The Omega. "Through synchronicity what some would say pure coincidence. But the nature of our crossing was through will of your own, for what purpose and aim I am unknowing."
"I am here to collect." Peering at Sarai the three-eyed being, head swung around to his associate. "Lord Adam appreciates your services. "Sensing immediate danger, goosebumps ran down Dorame's body along with a slight chill and the instinct of flight, not fight but before he could move a muscle his head was rolling in the sand. "I am Oneef of Shadow Throne and I will ask you only once to hand over the Princess or forfeit your…" Taking notice of Samson the mercenary thoughts were interrupted by Abbott.
"Shadow Throne. I take it that you serve under Quantoid The Black Djinn."
"I no longer serve under my king's ranks but my gen remains still. Now tell me what your response will be."
"The Princess is staying by my side and…" Poosh, poosh, poosh, poosh, poosh, watching bronze, brass, and obsidian warriors burst out of the sand left and right surrounding them. "Samson, Sarai meet the Myrmidons."
Encompassing himself in smoke Oneef told them, "I will collect." Before vanishing.