Yusai, Empyrean and Empyrean's brother got to the summit of the ridge to see what was going on. Their eyes rested on an eerie sight in the depths of the valley below. Yusai stopped dead, his hand going towards a sword that was not there. The other two Ancients stood very still.
A whole group of Psychics, all of the Psychics in Greater Unukit, were walking in a tight cluster, their destination the massive Castle on the border between Kanuk and Volatau. Their glowing eyes lit up the dimness, staring only at the structure they were walking towards, lifelessly. The skies above were dark, signifying night.
The Psychics abruptly formed into one squad, unsheathing their weapons. Empyrean picked up one Psychic's voice. "We must hasten...they must not now of their end until it upon them." All of them began marching on the Castle. The Castle that housed the Elders...and the Source.
"I think I know what is going on. They are under the belief the Elders are to blame for the war, but something's out of place here. Something colossal. They think that the Elders used the war to see us destroy eachother but, what are the motives?" Empyrean's eyes narrowed. "The Psychics down there are ever forthright in what they believe."
"What do you believe?"His brother asked ."Wait and see." Empyrean said flatly, beginning to descend the ridge.
Sigil was acting as a rearguard of a squad of Ancients, all of them armed and ready to fight and kill. They were on the border between their nation and Kanuk. Some of the Ancients were glancing warily across at the mountains, but none of their northern counterparts showed themselves.
Sigil's attention was on the mass of Psychics storming toward the Castle. They were all intent on breaking down the doors and entering the Castle, meaning whatever was inside it was extremely dangerous. It was their job to back them up in whatever they were carrying out. Tonight would be brutal.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sigil sensed movement. Pushing it out of his mind as a distraction, he continued walking. And then he came to an abrupt halt and a Volatauiq girl asked him what was wrong. "Shhhh." He told her, eyes narrowing. Sigil frowned hard, but there was complete silence.
Complete silence.
Sigil slowly rose up out of his predatory crouch. He couldn't even hear the clink of his comrades, not even the girl's breathing. "Uk'iin" he said to the girl, pronouncing it wrong, as all Volatauiq Ancients did. They both walked back the way they came.
Sigil froze again, making the girl walk into him. A sound of footsteps. Whoever it was, they weren't Canukiq, and they were in a rush to get somewhere; Sigil knew this much. He motioned for the girl to get back, hefted his pike in both hands, and then jumped out.
The Wise One casually sent him back hard into the rock face of the ridge, and pinned him there, where he struggled. Sigil spat down at the Wise One, in anger. "YOU! You led the attack on our camp and killed all our people-"
"Silence." The Wise One said tonelessly, then paused as if hearing an unseen voice. Realising he was powerless, Sigil forced himself to calm down. Seeing he was a Psychic, he asked "Why aren't you following the rest like a-" The Wise One knew what he was going to say and so let him drop hard to the floor, before walking on. The girl picked Sigil up, looking at the Wise One with mixed emotions.
Sigil however, was not swayed by the Wise One. His anger resurfacing, he picked up his fallen weapon and charged the Wise One's retreating back. "Are you as good with weapons as you are with your intellect?" Sigil snarled.
The Wise One spun around with his sword, taking the weapon clean out of Sigil's hands. Before Sigil could move, the Wise One's sword was inches away from his throat. An incredulous look descended on the Volatauiq warrior's face as the Wise One dropped him to the floor and walked on, not looking back.
Pray for our lives, we're at the mercy of what we've done
To us: to ourselves
The Wise One reached the rise to see the Castle in all it's grandeur: A Castle under attack by more than a hundred Volautauiq Ancients. The Psychics were uniting to create a shield of ether around the Castle: to stop their enemies from leaving and to keep other out. The Wise One sensed the two Ancients following him, but ignored them, and sprinted down towards the Castle, knowing then what he had to do.