The Wise One could sense something wrong, within the crowd that was his enemy, across the other side of the clearing they stood in. Some of them were looking and acting differently. "Siqiniq Asuna." Na'aki said, using a derogatory term for her enemy. She was one of the Na'ukiq's best archers.
The Wise One didn't tell her to be silent as he usually did. He was too busy gauging his enemy. Behind him grim-faced Na'ukiq Ancients were in battlecrouch, bows and tomahawks at the ready. The Wise One looked back at the ranks of the Siqiniq Ancients, and then realised what was out of place. A chill went down his spine as the sight presented itself to him.
Some Ancients' eyes were lit from within, glowing strangely, to the apparent dismay of their fellow Ancients. The Wise One lowered his sword. What in the Elders names was going on? He motioned for those behind to stand fast, and went back to studying his enemy. He could pick up the sounds of arguing among their ranks, and they were cursing in Unulik.
Fighting had broken out in the other clan. "What is happening?" Na'aki said, traces of contempt still resonant in her question. The Wise One shook his head. A few Siqiniq had sat down, complaining they had severe headaches. To his discontent, the Wise One could feel a headache of his own coming in.
And then he froze, for a voice in not present in physical form had just spoken. "Naiquin saniin na'yukuin." The Wise One said aloud, motioning his warriors back into the shadows of the looming trees. Na'aki spoke to him in a concerned, quiet tone, but he waved her away, telling her to take them back to the camp. Black smoke began ascending from the horizon as another village was set alight. The war was eternal.
The Wise One let nothing distract him. His eyes narrowed as the Siqiniq leader walked over, a bemused expression written on his face. Hir'osho spoke in Unulik, some words badly pronounced. "It seems you have one this battle, Wise One." Hir'osho spat the last two words with severe malice. The Wise One, who was about to dismiss Hir'osho as a nuisance, turned his full attention on him.
Hir'osho had long black hair, slanted eyes, and high cheekbones. What got to the Wise One was the slight smirk around the mouth, almost as if Hir'osho liked telling his Ancients to kill. There will be another chance, said the Siqiniq leader in his mind. Hir'osho resumed speaking, sarcasm creeping in slowly. "No one will get their wish for piece: this war will last for eternity. The forests will burn, the mountains will collapse, and you will with them. Your argument is-"
The Wise One casually backhanded the Siqiniq leader across the face, watch him float into a tree, before landing on his backside hard. There were laughs from some of the Siqiniq Ancients, who were forgetting the eerie manifestation already. Hir'osho jumped up and yelled at them to be silent. This made some of them laugh harder. A slight smile descened on the Wise One's features. Hir'osho turned his furious orange gaze onto the Wise One, who did not even flinch. "You will pay for this outrage!" Hir'osho yelled. The smile dropped from the Wise One's features.
Hir'osho wiped the blood from his mouth, glaring back up at the Na'ukiq leader. "You will pay. With your life." As Hir'osho turned to saunter back to his warriors, the Wise One said, "Not before you pay."
Hir'osho paused, the anger suddenly dissipating. The sheer force of the Wise One's words knocked the rage out of his being. He turned to regard the Wise One warily, but there was no emotion upon his enemy's face. The Wise One's narrow, keen eyes watched Hir'osho storm back over to his own Ancients, and dismissed him as a minor annoyance.
Deciding it was best not to think about killling one Ancient for annoying him, he gave the Siqiniq a strange look before turning to leave.
The headache that had been forming in his head suddenly intensified and he fell to his knees, hands clamped to his face. The pain was beyond any physical wound he had ever known. He crawled a few feet, before losing the will or energy to move. White images flashed through his vision, abstract shapes of all sizes, symbols he couldn't understand.
And then suddenly, he understood the meaning of them all.
He could translate these algorithms to their origins, strip them down to their lowest meanings, and place them in gyres of the abyss to create Space, Gravity, and Time. He was losing all consciousness in this subconsciousness, leaving the essence of his physical form. Darkness washed through his celestial vision, creating a deeper black.