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A Miracle
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Numbness spread throughout his body as he clenched the struggling Shard in his hands, his green eyes staring down at the corpses in front of him. He had expected a fight, a cry of outrage followed by sounds of bullets flying towards him and the dull hum of light permeating around his surroundings. Instead, all the young Guardian received were wide-eyed looks, jaws hanging open as he aimed his rifle and fired into the chest of the Titan, followed by his aim shifting towards the other two.
Two more shots followed the deaths of the Soldiers of the Light, the Hunter easily taking out the familiar shells of their Ghosts before dashing after the third one, easily seeing the shifting of parts readying themselves to flee. That too was easy, the human easily snatching the Shard out of the air with ease as he heard the latter let out a squeal of surprise and fear.
That is when the begging started.
The Ghost in his grasp struggled as they pleaded not only for their life, but for the life of their Guardian as well – the Hunter – prompting him to glance down into their optic as they went silent.
At first, the thought of releasing the Shard settled into his mind; he had killed the three responsible for Salziks and the pack's deaths, and two of them were not going to stand again. It would also help that letting a survivor return to the City as a warning would be preferable: a rogue aiding in the efforts of the Eliksni, and taking on not one but three of Soldiers that were sent out into the Wilds. It would make those who live in the Haven think twice about killing any Eliksni in sight.
But then, the female Captain's words faded into his thoughts, and Angel couldn't help but grip his hand tightly around the shell of the captive Ghost.
Salziks may not had the opportunity to beg for her life, but as Angel tussled with one of his 'saviors', the other two Guardians went about clearing the area of the Captian's pack, the Hunter easily hearing those who had fallen or incapacitated pleading for their lives before being swiftly ended by the Soldiers' weapons.
How dare they.
How dare this Ghost pleaded for the life of the very Hunter who had listlessly ended those who had begged for mercy, how 'dare' they expect 'him' to spare their Guardian's life when they themselves did not even heed the words of Salziks' pack.
As such, Angel quickly clasped his hand, hearing the familiar screeching and screaming of metal and wires crackling in his palm before sprinkling it across the hearth before him. As he started to kick the parts around in an unconscious effort to hide the evidence, he heard his Ghost whisper in his helmet, "What are we going to do now?"
He paused at her words.
Honestly, he hadn't anticipated for his brash plan to go so 'smoothly'; the Hunter had expected a fight and as such, had planned the next few days for recovery. But, with hardly a scratch on himself, he was now unsure of what to do next.
Glancing around at the bodies once more, Angel then heard Salziks' words settle into his mind once again, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh as he turned and walked over to one of the corpses, grabbing it by the leg as he responded, "We're going to hide the evidence, I highly doubt those who live at the Haven will be happy that a fellow 'Guardian' killed some of their own."
"And afterwards?"
Once again going silent at his Ghost's words, the young Guardian glanced up towards the horizon, seeing the familiar rusted but sturdy form of the Wall, "Then, we are going to learn how to control our light."
Xxxxx
Pluto never understood Ianos' love for sidearms, the small weapon just not powerful enough to be wielded in combat in the Exo's optics; he had used it personally and he recalls too many times in the Crucible where he would either receive a shotgun pellet to the face, or the hum of a fusion rifle to the chest. How the Awoken was able to use it with little to no effort whenever he was in combat, Pluto may never completely comprehend. As such, he was flabbergasted that Unit Eleven was able to use it out on the battlefield, the familiar 'pop' of the weapon going off and the cries of pain the Fallen released around them proof of his shots.
"And here they say you can never miss a shot."
"Shut up."
Hearing Nix snicker inside his helmet in response, Pluto simply ducked from a bladed swipe from a nearby Vandal before grabbing said Eliksni's arm, and fired several shots into their armored chest, hearing it let out a gasp before the Exo Hunter kicked it away.
The two Exos had found the entrance to the House of Kings place of stay, Unit Eleven having pushed aside several broken shelves and rusted metal to reveal an underground entrance into their home. How the Phoenix model found the entrance, Pluto may never gain the answer, but no sooner had the pair made it into the first room that they were immediately attacked, hence their current situation of being surrounded by House King soldiers, and trying their best to 'not' kill them.
Unit Eleven was having an easier time, able to properly align his sidearm onto the limbs of the attacking Eliksni to incapacitate them, flawlessly dodging their attacks with nothing more than a shrug. Pluto however, was having a harder time; his shots were grazing against his attackers and many of them were getting way too close for comfort. The Exo was just lucky that the surrounding Eliksni were preferring melee combat than their weapons.
As the Hunter fired several more shots into the chest of an oncoming Eliksni, Pluto turned towards the Exo Warlock, "You are the reason we're here, have a plan to get through this 'without' killing them?!"
Seeing Unit Eleven swerve to the side in order to dodge a charge from another Vandal, Pluto let out a growl when he felt arms suddenly wrap around his shoulders, prompting him to lean back in order to gain proper momentum and suddenly pulling forward, hearing his attacker let out a screech of surprise before being flipped onto their back on the hearth near the Exo's feet. Narrowing his optics in frustration, Pluto then pulled back a fist before slamming it into the Fallen's face, seeing their head lull to the side to signify the impact of the hit.
Pushing himself back onto his feet, the Exo Hunter then heard static fill up the interior of his helmet before Day's voice echoed in, "Unit Eleven says to get close to him as you can, claims he can't guarantee your safety for what's he's going to do next."
"Excuse me?!"
Hearing Nix gawk at the white Ghost's words, Pluto promptly dodged any attacking Eliksni before closing in on Unit Eleven's form; it was then, he saw the familiar sparks of arc light around his arms. Before the Exo Hunter can even part his lips to ask what the Warlock was planning, he watched as Unit Eleven promptly slammed his hands onto the hearth, and instantly, waves of pale azure light lashed out onto the floor and latching themselves onto their attackers. Optics wide, Pluto waited for the familiar light outlines of the bodies to fade into the air, leaving nothing but the emptiness of the room. However, to his surprise, he instead heard the surrounding Eliksni released cries of pain, their body convulsing from the hits before Unit Eleven finally lifted their palms off the floor, relieving his light from his surroundings. No sooner had he done this when their attackers collapsed, unconscious but, alive.
This prompted Pluto to turn and narrow his red optics at his fellow Exo, "How were you able to utilize your light like that?"
Standing momentarily silent by Unit Eleven's side, Pluto let out a frustrated sigh when the Warlock Exo did not response, but instead hefted his sidearm in his hands and headed towards the nearest door. Letting a frown form onto his metallic features as he crossed his arms, Pluto then heard Nix murmur, "Just give me a few seconds, I can easily get into his head so he can actually answer our questions."
"Nix…"
"Come on! Don't tell me that I'm the only one that's frustrated with the lack of answers we're getting!"
"…I'm getting frustrated too…"
"See! Even Hope agrees with me!"
Shaking his head at the antics of his Ghost, Pluto simply checked his weapon to see if it was loaded before following after Unit Eleven, the Exo Warlock having stood by the door patiently as he approached. No sooner had Pluto closed the distance when Unit Eleven promptly pressed a panel on the side, the Hunter raising a brow as the door then slid open; did Day already unlock the door when he was tuning in onto Nix's words? Before he can further ponder on this, Pluto then saw Unit Eleven walk in, prompting the Exo Hunter to do the same and shrug off his curiosity; if the Exo Warlock really has found Angel, then Pluto will forgive him just enough to ask Day how they were able to hack the doors so quickly. Maybe.
Stepping through the door, Pluto's guard was up once more as they entered another room, his red optics spotting incomplete pieces of armor hung up on racks and counters piled with materials and tools. This was where they crafted their arsenal, but, where were the workers? The crafters? The splicers?
As he cautiously followed Unit Eleven down the corridor, Pluto further examined his surroundings, spotting the dim lights overhead followed by the countless bars of metal leading up to platforms secured above. Narrowing his gaze as he came to a slow pause, Pluto fixed his attention onto the rusted platforms, up until he heard the familiar whispers of the Eliksni tongue echo above him.
Optics widening as it slowly dawned upon him, Pluto snapped his focus onto Unit Eleven, seeing the latter casually strolling down the room, "Above!"
Seeing his fellow Exo's form instantly halt, the Hunter then focused his light around him before leaping forward, violet glowing on the edges of his vision as felt the familiar sensation of going incorporeal, feeling wire rifle shots seemingly 'phase' through him. Rolling back onto his feet as he left violet smoke trailing behind him, Pluto turned around in time to see two Vandals drop from the ceiling, blades drawn as they snarled his way.
Aiming down his sights with his sidearm, Pluto then heard shots being fired behind him, signaling to him of Unit Eleven's predicament before he fired, only to curse as his shots once again grazed against the armor of the Eliksni, causing them to jump back in surprise and then taking steps forward, screeching in anger.
"How in the Traveler does Ianos use these?" Pluto hissed out as he took steps back, using his free hand to condense wisps of light into his palm as he took pot shots against the incoming Eliksni. When they got too close for comfort, the Exo Hunter took the opportunity to turn and run, hearing the cries of the Fallen behind him follow suit. As he closed the distance between himself and Unit Eleven, Pluto took it upon himself to quickly holster his sidearm, wrap his arm around the Exo's waist before throwing down the smoke grenade he had formed in his hand. Immediately, the familiar violet smoke popped into the Exo Hunter's vision before the buzz of his cloak wrapped around the pair. Not waiting to see if the invisibility had done its work, Pluto kept running with Unit Eleven in tow, gritting his jaw as he plowed through the confused Eliksni.
No sooner had he done this when he felt his feet leave the floor, causing Pluto to let out a yelp as he stumbled, scrambling before falling onto his side in a vain attempt avoid falling on top of the Phoenix model's form.
"This wasn't one of your brightest plans."
"Nix, shut your mouth."
As the Exo Hunter attempted to pick himself up off the floor, he then felt a hand grab him by the arm and quickly pulled him onto his feet.
"Run towards the end of the hall and take a left," It was Unit Eleven, the Exo Warlock quickly removing his hand from Pluto's person, "That is where I last sensed Hunter Angel's light."
Glancing back and forth between his fellow Exo and the scrambling Eliksni behind them, Pluto then blurted, "What about you?"
"I will hold the House of Kings off." The Exo Hunter reeled back at Unit Eleven's words, watching him take steady strides past him and holstering his sidearm, "Echo is not the only Exo who can generate defenses."
At first, confused by the Exo Warlock's words, Pluto's optics then widen when he saw mass amounts of arc light wrap itself around the white clad Guardian's arms before he snapped them forward, and immediately a thin wall of light spread throughout the room. Watching the light seemingly connect itself to its surroundings, Pluto turned his attention back towards the attacking Eliksni, only for his jaw to drop when several of them attempted to plow through the wall of light, only to let out shrieks of pain and surprise as instead, sparks of arc light lashed out against them, forcing the snarling Fallen to scramble back.
"This should hold them back for now." Unit Eleven lowered his arms, removing his sidearm from its holster, "however, my presence is needed to sustain this defense." Pluto watched the Warlock turn his focus onto him, "So I highly recommend that you find Hunter Angel before more of their numbers are alerted to our presence."
Narrowing his red optics at his fellow Exo, Pluto gave the arc wall one last glance before turning around and dashing down the room. As he exited the area, he found himself in a rocky corridor, prompting the Hunter to glance around until he found what Unit Eleven had instructed; a carved entrance made hastily from scraps of metal and parts to his left. Curious on how the Exo Warlock was able to locate Angel so quickly, Pluto quickly shoved the wonder from his thoughts as he entered the room.
Immediately, the Exo's gaze was filled with cots, several of them lined up against one side of the wall while the other had tables, counters piled with tools and jars full of herbs. Coming to a slow pause at this, Pluto only understood the use of the room when his optics traced bandages and boxes of medicine stacked on one table, although this sent waves of unease throughout the Hunter's body.
Where is Angel?
Unable to locate any sign of the human Guardian, let alone any occupant in any of the cots, that is when Pluto spotted a table farther out in the room, and when he saw what laid upon it, he halted.
Being one of the few Guardians to be chosen by the Traveler during the Dark Age, Pluto earned enough experience fighting against the Fallen, easily recognizing the four-armed human like figures even from a distance. Even their faces were more squared and rounded near the jaws that the Hunter can pick them out in the darkness, even when surrounded by allies. But what he saw on the table, draped over with a piece of white cloth, was not the body of an Eliksni that Pluto had first initially thought. At closer examination, the body lacked the four limbed features of the Fallen and the face seemed more 'human' than the mandible-like structures of the scavengers.
Feeling a knot forming in his abdomen, Pluto took slow and careful steps towards the table, his gaze fixed on the hidden body as he slowly approached the edge. Although wanting to snatch the cloth and pull it back immediately, the Hunter instead found himself unable to move, and kept his optics on the face of the body, as if hoping that his gaze was deceiving him.
"That…that cannot be Angel… is it?"
Hearing Nix's voice echo in his helmet, Pluto opted to remain silent and instead, raised a trembling hand, gripped the corner of the sheet and then slowly, pulled it back. Immediately, his optic laid upon the face of Angel, the Hunter's face recognizable even through the bandages wrapped around his features, his hair raggedly cut as if to gain better access to his injuries. No sooner had he released his grasp on the drapes when Hope's anguished cry rang in his auditory sensors, and the Exo Hunter found himself feeling 'lighter' when the female Ghost's white and red form materialized into view.
Instantly, Pluto watched as light flowed from her optic, Hope beaming her light up and down Angel's broken form, the Exo Hunter noticing the lack of his arm and most notable, his legs. Clenching his jaw, the Hunter then reached out and tugged the sheet from the human's body and it was then, the extent of his injuries filled the Exo's gaze.
Although Pluto recalls Unit Eleven informing him of Angel's wounds when the two Warlocks had last seen him, seeing the Hunter's missing arm was still unnerving, and it didn't help that his opposing arm was in a splint, wrapped tightly in a vain attempt to set it. His chest and abdomen looked as though Angel had just came out of a crude surgery, the surgeon who had worked on the Hunter seemingly only having basic knowledge of human anatomy, before hastily sewing and wrapping him in the bandages around his person. The young Hunter's legs were missing, obviously cut off and tourniquet to minimalize the blood loss; was his injuries that severe that even his legs were too mangled to save?
Lifting a hand and placing it on the human Guardian's remaining arm, the Exo Hunter turned his gaze towards Hope, keeping his voice as neutral as possible as he asked, "What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to resurrect him?"
It was then, Pluto saw the female Ghost's white and red form come to a sudden halt, her light instantly snapping out of view before the Exo heard a strangled sob, causing a sinking feeling to form in his chest, "I am not playing around, Hope. Resurrect Angel. He's been waiting long enough. If you need help, I can bring Nix out to make things easier."
"…Pluto…"
Hearing the sullen tone in his Ghost's voice, Pluto's grip tightens around Angel's wrist before hearing Hope's choked sob, "I… I can't." A shaky breath, "His…his light. I…I can't!"
Taking in a deep breath, denial settled into Pluto's mind, his red optics glancing back and forth between Angel's prone form and Hope before he said, "What do you mean…? When we left your optic may have been pale in color but, there was color. There was no way in that short amount of that time…" His voice faded when the female Ghost turned to face him, and Pluto's gaze was met with the sheen color of white, "It was long enough…"
It was then Hope started crying, her form shaking as she hovered above Angel's body while Pluto blankly stared ahead, disbelief clear in his gaze before reaching over with his free hand and placed it upon the human Hunter's chest, as if hoping to feel something, 'anything' to signify life. When all the Exo Hunter received was stillness, and the cold stiffness of death, Pluto flinched as though if he had been punched before grief expanded into his chest.
The human Hunter was gone, a permanent death and not even a decade old.
Taking in a shaky breath, Pluto took it upon himself to slide his hands underneath Angel's prone form and hefting the young Guardian's body into his arms, before slowly making his way towards the exit.
"We're taking the body with us?"
"We are not leaving him here." It was Hope, the female Ghost somehow having heard Nix's words emitting from Pluto's helmet as she followed the Exo's steps, snarling out, "Especially not in the house of these 'cowards'."
Tuning out the hate in the white and red Ghost's voice, Pluto instead focused his attention onto Angel's face, slowly making his way back towards Unit Eleven's location as he walked. Judging from the human Hunter's injuries, he must have been in a lot of pain, agony constantly wracking his body, but yet, the Exo saw none of that. Instead, it looked as though Angel simply closed his eyes and accepted the embrace of death, his face serene enough as though he was asleep.
Tightening his grip around the shoulders of the deceased Guardian, Pluto glanced up as he sped up his pace, his grief slowly being replaced by anger. If Unit Eleven had not forced Ianos back, then maybe, maybe Angel would have made it. Then maybe they would have been able to make it to Angel on time, to strengthen the bond between Hope and the young Hunter, maybe he would have had at least a few more years to his life., maybe he would have…
Before Pluto can stop himself, a choked sob escaped from his lips, and his quick strides slowed down as sorrow fully gripped him again.
"Pluto?"
Hearing the familiar hum of Nix materializing nearby, the Exo Hunter shifted his gaze towards the viridian Ghost, his voice wavering, "You know, the more years you gain under your belt, the more, 'detached', you get with each death. After all, we are in a war. It is inevitable you will lose comrades." He then turned his attention back to Angel, adding, "But something I can never get over, is how 'young' some of these deaths are. Angel, he is not even ten years of age and already…" His voice cracked, "That's too young…"
"Pluto…" It was Nix again, "Come on, let's find Unit Eleven. Although I highly doubt he can do anything, he did say that he has a solution to this."
Moving his gaze back over to Nix, Pluto remained silent, hearing nothing but Hope's choked cries and occasional spinning of her parts. Moments later, he nodded once, prompting the viridian Ghost to disappear in a flash of light before the Exo Hunter sensed the familiar 'weight' of a presence in his helmet. Seeing a pale arrow flash onto his radar, Pluto then followed after Nix's direction.
Xxxxx
Unit Eleven can never understand why he himself can communicate with Shining Knight while the younger 'mind' was in control, but yet, Knight cannot do the same. Echo supervised their change, the young Exo curious if he too can communicate from the subconscious. But the Phoenix Model heard nothing, unable to hear Knight's words when he is in control. However, he can 'feel' his emotions, a sensation that Unit Eleven cannot but feel uncomfortable on his person. Nonetheless, with their minds sharing one body, the Phoenix Model easily sensed the waves of worry permeating from the younger mind, the emotion nearly causing him to drop the arc shield on several occasions.
Nonetheless, Unit Eleven managed to keep it up, his blank optics staring down the waiting Eliksni on the opposing side; he knows for certain that they must have sent others to find a way around this corridor. More than likely they had stationed some of them here to see if his barrier falls. If that were the case, then the ones here will be waiting for a long while.
Hefting his sidearm in his hands, Unit Eleven glanced back and then upwards in case of any Fallen trying to sneak up from behind, only for his scans to indicate nothing; perhaps Pluto had been taking them out? It would explain the lack of attack from the flank.
"It cannot keep up this barrier for much longer." The white clad Warlock turned his focus back towards the Eliksni, seeing one's attention preoccupied with another, "every bandit has a limit, this one will no doubt break."
Turning around to fully face the Fallen Scavengers, Unit Eleven spoke, "You are correct, if the Guardian is of normal machinations."
Immediately, a look of surprise formed in the group of Eliksni's four eyes, prompting the Phoenix Model to tilt his head slightly before turning his blank optics towards Day, the white Ghost shifting their parts up and down, "According to what I know from our short stay in the Tower, only Angel knows the full vocabulary of the Eliksni language."
"…Do the Guardians not try to understand the language of their adversaries?"
"According to my knowledge, not many."
Blinking several times in response to Day's answers, Unit Eleven then turned his attention back towards the Eliksni, and although he saw the hate lingering in their gaze, the white clad Warlock also saw looks of curiosity, some of them even peering through the arc shield in a vain attempt to close the distance.
"You speak just like that soldier we took in weeks ago." Unit Eleven fixated his white optics onto one of the Vandals, seeing the lax in their shoulders and their arms lowered to their sides, "One of our own came out of the caverns carrying him in her arms. Dug him out of the rubble of a collapse."
Immediately a snarl emitted from one of the others, "She should have no wasted her energy on saving his life. He was nearly dead when she brought him in and he only last but three weeks before he expired." The Vandal shook their head before they added, "It was nothing more than wasted energy and resources."
No sooner had the Eliksni spoke when Unit Eleven felt anger and remorse filter into the back of his mind, causing the Warlock to flinch and his barrier to flicker. This immediately caught the attention of the opposing Eliksni, all four eyes turning towards him as his expression went neutral and his arc shield returned steady.
It was Knight, the younger mind finally growing accustomed to becoming 'aware' when Unit Eleven is in control, and the Phoenix Model no doubt knew that the young Exo had heard the Vandal's words.
Angel is gone, and Unit Eleven easily sensed the denial and grief emitting from the other mind. Although understanding the emotions, the white clad Warlock remained seemingly indifferent, his expression neutral at the words of the Eliksni. Instead, when the Phoenix Model heard sluggish footsteps behind him, he already knew it was the Exo Hunter, although, what he hadn't expected was to turn around and see said Hunter carrying the still form of the human Guardian in his arms. At first, confused at the gesture, Unit Eleven only understood when he saw Pluto's shoulders low but his hands tight around the shoulders of the deceased Guardian; the wonders of sorrow and loss.
Personally, Unit Eleven hardly experienced death of comrades. It was very few and far between: The first were the death of his unit, the others either having been killed during the war or dismantled for being 'defective'. Second, was the death of his handler and first friend, Song Hwan-Lee, a human willing to even give up his own life for the Exo's chance at freedom. And the third…
Nonetheless, the Phoenix Model still has trouble understanding one's grief, especially when it comes to carrying the body of another. But if it helps the griever gain closure, then perhaps Unit Eleven can understand the gesture. Probably.
"You found Angel."
Seeing the Hunter snap his gaze towards him, Unit Eleven easily sensed the anger emitting behind his fellow Exo's visor; he didn't have to question why.
"You…"
Expecting the anger, the white clad Warlock quickly holstered his sidearm right as Pluto was upon him, amazingly keeping Angel's prone form with one hand as Unit Eleven felt the Exo Hunter grab by the shoulder. Feeling himself being pulled, Unit Eleven then felt his back slam against the wall, causing static to fill up his vision before glancing up in time for Pluto to press his helmet against his.
"Thanks to you, Angel is gone!" Unit Eleven heard the Hunter snarl, "You forced Ianos to abandon him! You left him in the caverns to die!"
"I understand your anger, however-"
"I do not want to hear anymore from you!"
Immediately feeling Pluto's grip leave his shoulder, Unit Eleven then suddenly felt himself pinned to the wall by his neck, void light permeating from the Exo Hunter's shoulders as the white clad Exo felt his fingers tighten around his throat.
"Wait! What are you doing!?" It was Day, "Stop it! Traveler damn it! Unit Eleven! Why the heck do you always piss off the Veteran Guardians!?"
Instead of immediately responding to his Ghost's words, Unit Eleven instead tilted his head upwards, letting his shoulders relax as he said, "Have you already forgotten? Did I not say that I have a solution to his death?"
"How!?" Pluto snarled, "How can you, a standard newborn, able to do the impossible task of resurrecting a Guardian?! Not even the most devoted to the Light are able to find a way to bring back the dead!"
"How many times do I have to say it? I am not a Guardian. At least, not a 'standard' one brought back by the Light of the Traveler."
Immediately, Unit Eleven sensed the look of anger being replaced with one of bewilderment, the Exo Warlock feeling the Hunter's grasp slowly leave his neck, "What are you saying?"
Waiting until Pluto took steps back to give him room to step away from the wall, Unit Eleven responded, "Remember what I had wanted to tell you about the Traveler? Thanks to Echo's command, I cannot simply tell you, however, I can show you."
He then held out his hands, "If I may?"
Seeing Pluto's shoulders tense and his grip tighten on the deceased Guardian's shoulders, Unit Eleven simply stood where he was, his white optics momentarily glancing over the Hunter's head and eyeing the red and white form of Hope hovering nearby before fixing his gaze back onto the older Exo's visor.
Moments passed before Pluto took steps forward, Unit Eleven waiting until he lowered the still human into his arms to kneel onto the floor.
"If this fails, your life is forfeit."
Lifting his gaze back towards the Exo Hunter, the Exo Warlock simply nodded once to signify his understanding before lifting a hand towards Hope, "Ghost Hope, your light is needed for this process."
Seeing the white and red shell Ghost spin her back fins in bewilderment, Unit Eleven watched as Hope hesitantly glided over, waiting until the female Ghost nestled into his palm before he concentrated his light around her form; he saw her flinch in response, "What are you doing?"
"Imprinting your light." Unit Eleven sensed her confused stare, "The Light of a Ghost and Guardian are similar in pattern, almost in equal resonance. I have to match this pattern in order for me to resurrect Hunter Angel, or at least, imprint his light back onto yours."
"I…do not understand."
Turning his focus towards Angel's form, Unit Eleven opted to say nothing and instead lowered the human Guardian gently onto the floor before placing his free hand onto his chest, and focused his light. No sooner had he done this, when he felt a soft hum permeate from his palm holding Hope, causing him to pause, "Soft and gentle, but filled with a sense of injustice." He felt the female Ghost shift surprisingly in his hand, "Followed by regret and a need to make amends, wanting nothing more than peace between allies and foes." Unit Eleven paused, "Your light is faint, Hunter Angel, but it is still there, there is no need to leave this world just yet." He then turned his optics towards Hope, seeing a flicker of green flash in her optic, "Your friend and family is waiting for you."
It was then he sent his light flowing into the Hunter's body, feeling the chill of death slowly dissipate and fill with warmth, and when Unit Eleven turned his attention back towards Angel's face, he saw color filter back into his features. It was then, he heard Pluto take cautious steps forward, "What is happening?"
As he felt a dull beat permeate from Angel's chest and into his palm, Unit Eleven glanced over to the Eliksni behind his arc shield, seeing all of them having gone silent and staring with curious eyes.
"I cannot simply say thanks to Echo's command," Unit Eleven sensed the frown from Hunter Pluto as he turned his focus back onto the human Hunter's form, "however, I am doing what organics call, a miracle."
No sooner had his words left his lips when Unit Eleven felt Angel's light bloom within his chest and instantly, the human's eyes snapped open, revealing his green hues as he took in a shuddering gasp.
The next chapter will conclude this arc. Then the next one will begin alongside introductions of people who submitted characters (yes, there are still more... I apologize to those who waited for so long).
Anyways, enjoy! :D