Those 2 days passed far faster than expected.
Before Dumon knew it, he was already getting the others up, though they weren't happy with the early hours.
Except for Vector. He always woke up well before the sun had risen.
Dumon had 2 main reasons for getting up so early. 1 being he didn't want to be late to the meeting, (Because that's the kind of guy he was) and 2 was he wanted to be there first so these Shaians couldn't have time to set up an ambush.
Things were unnaturally quiet at breakfast. The only thing that was still normal was Vector trying to get a rise out of Misael.
But, again, things weren't the same this morning and Misael barely reacted, only giving him a glare. And even that, Dumon could tell, wasn't nearly as harsh as most days.
A set of coordinates had been sent the day before in another message by Drazav on how to get to the Culhenth Dimension.
As soon as he and the others had finished and looked presentable, Dumon opened the Overlay Network and followed after the others.
The trip was uncomfortably quiet and made Dumon a bit relieved when they finally reached the appointed destination.
But the relief didn't last long.
A knot formed in Dumon's stomach as to what might happen during the meeting.
The others were definitely worried too, judging by their tense muscles.
Excluding Vector, who still seemed un-phased by the situation.
Either he was a far better actor than Dumon gave him credit for, or he was still convinced that the Shaians aren't a threat.
Dumon started surveying the area and sighed in relief when he saw they'd arrived first.
That was at least a little weight off his shoulders, though the majority of the burden remained.
Vector was half-asleep as Dumon lectured on about manners and not looking threatening and blah, blah, blah.
He was pretty sure they had shown up looking fairly non-dangerous considering there was only 5 of them and they were unarmed, but Dumon just gave him a sharp glare when he pointed that out and continued fretting.
And I thought I was the paranoid one... He thought to himself.
After about 10 minutes of waiting, a low rumbling filled the air and shook the ground.
Vector blinked in surprise as something similar to the portals Barians used opened up and revealed a fleet of airships.
This is bad... He thought. They brought an entire army! Even if they are weaker than us, we're greatly outnumbered...
The other 4 looked equally as horrified, especially Alit and Dumon.
"Well, we're screwed." Vector said bluntly.
"Not quite yet. There still may be a way to convince them to leave us be." Dumon replied in his usual clam tone, though he looked very uncertain.
"Keep tellin' yourself that..." Vector muttered.
Once the airship had finally landed, the Shaians began to file out of the ships and seemed to get into some sort of formation, similar to a phalanx. To make matters worse,
they all held a weapon of one sort or another.
Things keep getting better and better... Vector thought sarcastically to himself.
Then a single figure stepped out from the crowd.
I'm guessing that's Drazav....
The funny thing about the Shaians is they didn't seem to different from Barians, despite a few noticeable differences.
They were humanoid, though they had deathly pale skin and had pure black, empty eyes like vacuums. They also had a pair of insect like appendages with a single razor claw at the end of each that sprouted from their shoulder blades. (Well, only some did. Others had dragonfly-like wings or nothing at all.)
They also weren't of a Chaos Energy base, or even Pure Energy. They were something else entirely...
Other than those things, they were fairly similar to Barians. (Which now that I think about it, is very little....)
Dumon led them slightly closer to Drazav so they could speak without having to shout.
Drazav smirked. "Glad you could make it." He said in a low rumbling voice.