He groaned in pain, as it looked like he was writhing over the ground. His foot was slowly turning into black matter, as he struggled to keep it in that position. I could see corruption in it, but it seemed like it was injected.
"What... the-hell?" The guardian said. "This is nothing like I ever experienced... Such malice and hate... The Darkness... Is strong.."
He then stopped breathing heavily, and the corruption ceased to exist for him. He instantly gone to a state where there was a problem, but then shrugged it off like it was nothing. I wanted to thank him for mostly taking the hit and destroying that monstrosity. He began walking away, not letting a single thing go to his mind it seems. He then looked back at us and grinned. He did however look like that he was turning back from his first path, but then e reversed his direction. He walked towards us, stopping when he was close enough.
"Um... How do I say this..? Thank you?"
I was kind of speechless for a moment, but then I responded back to him a resounding; "No problem". He then walked away again, and left us for good, or at least that's what we think for now. Thrask on the other hand, was also not feeling so well, he seemed fine on the inside, but he is still out cold. Just realizing that he could be suffering the same event the guardian had but still weaker was a terrifying thought. Thrask might of been a murderer, a generic superweapon, but that does not mean his life is supposed to be used for just pointless war all the time.
Looking at the tower that was very far to the descending sun I see where the guardian was going. Now I know where this so called vermilion core is at. I am guessing that after a moment like that locked up in a dark cell, he would merge with it to try and up his chances of denying capture once again. There is no point of using this suit anymore, because the war between the Terrace and the Reron are over. All it comes down to is defeating Raleigh.
In the tower of the sentients:
In fallen chatter: (How the hell did I get here, I thought that the SIVA could perfect me just in time before they came.)
"I know you are here SIVA scum." Said the black guardian in the cell next to Aksis.
"Remember me arachnid-looking freak? Serves you right." Another Guardian said. "Just to think, if only Lord Saladin explained about the SIVA existence trying to make itself and reach us by communication. Guess you fallen are always about pillaging and destruction."
Cera was still down about that tragedy, and listens to the so called argument they are talking about. The anger of their voices remind her of her father, that she know he will try everything in his power to rescue her.
"God dammit Tyl Regor!" Another tenno said.
The utmost guilt was starting to corrupt her mind, as she slowly slipped into severe sadness, malice, and guilt. She tried to ram the cage to try and get out, but it was too hard. Then she had her eyes up, looking at the cell in front of her. She could see that everyone from anywhere could come to this place. She focused on one odd prisoner in there, looking at a slip of paper.
She quietly whispered to herself; "Is there really hope?". She nodded up and down, then decided to go back to sleep despite the constant ruckus of arguments across cells.
The prime sentient then teleported to Tyler, the guardian of the vermilion core inside the world.
"Let me guess, this so called Raleigh took you down by surprise again." The sentient assumed.
"Shut up. Its not my fault he has that lingering aura around him." Tyler said.
The sentient then reminded him of something; "You lose that core, and you are pretty much useless. Not to mention lives will be lost." Then the sentient spoke some more; "You are the prime minister's lapdog aren't you. Its okay really, I can handle the core myself. You are really turning weak and fragile. I will replace your job with mine. "
Then that was when Tyler snapped. the sentient then was surrounded by thorns of blood, only giving him a false sense of security.
"Okay then, If I really did just anger you, then I might as well teach you a hell of a lesson." Sentient prime said.
In Reron prison:
Akaz was still sleeping one day after the notice, and suddenly he hears paper sliding on the ground. He woke up with a painful stomach, still being extremely hungry. He looked out the bars thinking about what it might reveal, so he reached his front arm between the columns of bars despite the shackles that one of the guards at night put on him. The leg cuffs restricted his movement to the point where his leg can reach the iron door. He reached for the crumpled piece of paper, and he grabbed it. He did it quick and tried to retract the arm. If he could open it, anything could be useful. Schematics, any info to learn about people in this torturous prison. Akaz had trouble opening the paper ball, but managed to open it.
"Gught is cold-blooded, I just wonder if he even cares one bit about his own people?" The text said. Right under it, it said the following: "I am very sure I want to quit this job. I have to look at these dead bodies, blood splattered everywhere. Lets hide this from him before he gets suspicious."
Akaz then gone back to a deep sleep, with the shackles still restricting him.
Meanwhile in the execution room, Gught was still angry about the prisoner, and decided to throw the guillotine at the wall with tremendous force. Everybody almost knew him as a human, one that never cared about his own brother or wife being murdered. If it was up to him, he would track them down and slice their throat.
"Hmph. Getting stronger everyday. Although, I never really got a chance to go around and find who wields the heart of fire. Then, I could get revenge on all who opposed me."
His mind was very unclear, a blind rage poked through his thoughts like a sword, causing him to grab his knife and slowly cut the chains off of the previously thrown guillotine. He then heard footsteps walking up the stairs as he rushed to try and fix the execution device, but failed. He opened the door as he saw his assistant holding a chain leading to where he couldn't see.
"Gught, We have one more to execute for today." The assistant said while yanking on the chain.
"Great... Who is it by the way?"
"We just caught him trying to steal more info about the link to ascension. The information is classified and top-secret. His name is Vreaze." He answered while knocking Vreaze into sight. "I will leave him to you."
He closed the door while Vreaze and Gught were in the same room.
"I will make sure you will die a slow, but painful death. Any last words, you thief. You know what, no. The world is better without you trying to destroy it." Gught said with a angry tone.
He held up the broken blade he threw at the wall, and sliced it at his neck, at that time, he was experiencing pleasure murdering him. Even word got out saying that he could've broken a law himself, but no evidence suggested that it was against someone in his culture. This made others doubt his ability to watch over prisoners.
"Tlat, make sure you take out his body and throw it into a furnace. I never want to see any piece of him left." Gught ordered.
