Chapter 71

Erilian Code

Vulcan recklessly nudged Phaydera on the side of her left shoulder, almost making her slip and fall onto her right side while she regained her strength. After she proceeded recovering from the slight fall, she gone on all fours, and asked Vulcan when and where they will confront Hypherion, the human that defeated them having no assistance with just a halberd. He responded back, acknowledging that they will strike a wager, probably at the end of the day, if it is within a 12 hour radius. Outside, they did not know it was afternoon, at 2:46 PM, and clouds were blocking out the sun. Then again, they could not see it either, but Vulcan can probably sense himself slowly slipping from awareness at times, indicating late time. This wager, was in fact a very decisive one, if all terms can agree, if they win, the Supremacy would have to join them, and stop the Sevaeric's scheme, or simply never bother with any of the inhabitants of Giha again. On the other side, if Hypherion manages to beat them, they will have to leave them alone, and be left to die if the plan is executed. It sounded like a great idea to the young sentient at the time. If they could pull this off, this will save this land, or at least give them a fighting chance. They will explain the bet once the challenged is in range.

"But how can we make it out? The door is locked." She pointed out. "Plus, there isn't even any vents or openings anywhere within this room. How exactly will we be able to do this, if we cannot even get to him?" She asked, pacing around in small circles, with her tail flicking violently at times.

"Ah, but you missed the part where we can teleport out. I can't believe I did not do that after a few weeks. Its like I am losing my old self." He said, being slightly embarrassed. "I guess we can try this out in a few minutes, but we will have to find him. I do believe that I have not yet gotten a hang on switching between certain places. You can call it slightly random really." He jokingly added. "Look, when we actually see him, and know him, be at your best, let me do the talking. The Sevaeric will not take any words from a Selvakar like you."

"I'm a Sevawing, not that." She lightly giggled. "What's a Selvakar?"

Vulcan looked at her funny, hearing about someone that does not know her own type. "Oh alright, maybe I should at least tell you a bit about your intended self." Vulcan said, patting her on the head. "Your ancestors were already exterminated by your four legged ice walkers. Yes, every animal here has risen out of the ocean onto this paradise, but the Basalisks killed you all in the past, all because of your addiction to take over, no boundaries. The humans are the only reason why you exist right now." He sadly said.

"What?" She sounded surprised at the moment.

"I know... I'm sorry that you have to go through this..." Vulcan apologized to her. "You guys back in the old days would be a powerhouse mixed with a speed demon, and you still have it in you. However, Basalisks call you Selvakar as a species, some egoistic reproduction unit called you Sevawings. You still call yourself that today. You really do not stand a chance against Basalisks."

Phaydera looked at herself, her talons, wings, claws, pretty much everything she has being biologically connected to her. She was really wondering what it had been like if she was born as the first generation or cycle. Ytrian used to tell her about the first cycle, where they would tussle over dominance of Giha, and somehow they had survived after they were seemingly dead. What happened before this time?
"Why do I get the feeling that this will turn into a hell storm within a few seconds?" Se asked, raising one eye ridge, slightly twisting her head. "Think about it, he has bested both of us, and carried it out with ease, wouldn't you think we would still lose even when we are together?" She asked again.

"I thought you believed in the power of numbers, like your herd does. Hmph, seems invalid at the time, but somehow we have got to get his advantage struck out of here." He replied. "We can definitely take him on. Regarding that, I would be honored to just know your opinion on hospitality. We do not do that anymore, ever since one of your Selvakars ran and caused a mass murder." Vulcan said sadly.

He moved even closer to Phaydera, seeming like a shape-shifter of emotions, one moment he gone into the blues, the next he is wearing a creepy smile, squinting at her. Vulcan felt like he was going a bit too far, and before he nearly touched Phaydera, he stopped himself. She saw his fascination, almost as if he never saw a Sevawing before. She asked him about the time that he could predict at this time, but he did not answer, only standing there and moving his three fingers around maliciously. there was obviously not much happening at the moment but they had to hurry before it was too late.

"I think we got this in the bag, maybe we can take him on naturally." He suggested.

"What do you mean by that?" Phaydera asked him with a high sense of confusion going on in her mind. "Won't you be at bay? Will we still fail?"

"Yes and no, but I have a theory about that Erilian. He can manipulate the wind, right?" He mentioned. "That is the reason why he could beat me. Could apply to you too. The only reason why I lost to him in a fight is because his halberd was quick, and very swift. He could practically move it like it was just a short rod, and probably throw it a mile or two." Vulcan explained.

"Oh so you are saying if he was forced to fight using only himself and his weapon, without anything else in extras, he will not stand a chance against us?" She guessed. She did not know the wager as well as Vulcan, he seems to be the one who could run everything in here, and probably do it twice as well as her. Phaydera did not even know about the Cedran or the Acron, but at the moment she was really bothered by what happened earlier, and she did not know why he placed a wager. Is Vulcan up to something?

She looked up to the sentient, who stood on his tail, towering over her current height. The only thing that really did concern her now, was the apparent wager. Vulcan, on the other hand was planning how exactly he could beat him without much skill or ability. "Ready?" Vulcan asked Phaydera, with the space around them distorting and twisting into such a beautiful limbo. She was not even prepared for it; just worrying about herself. Phaydera however, was ready for a surprise.

Within an instant, they were shot out of a white flash, causing both of them to slam onto the floor into a random place. A muffled grunt came out of both of their maws at the same time, and also collapsed onto the ground with a thud. Only a cold and hard floor greeted them with a heck of a hammer that greeted both of their faces on that very floor. They were not prepared for that either way, but who could blame them, the sentient who just teleported himself and Phaydera was inexperienced. Vulcan lifted his head up slowly, recovering from the fall. "Agh... This is the place we meet him?" Phaydera asked.

"I-i don't know... I'm afraid it isn't..." Vulcan nervously replied, raising his head up to see around him. Although when he did, he saw something that would usually give him nightmares at night other than the Dormand barrier expanding at that time. "What's this..?" He asked, looking at a dark purple orb that glows a hazy radiance, only lighting up a few feet of ground around it. Phaydera looked at the object next, noticing a similar glyph on the orb itself. She could remember it now; the glyph that was on the ground... The one with a ocean on the bottom and dark skies on top, raining down fire and destruction. They both would look a bit closer behind that glyph, and all they could see was a shadow. The shadow however, was shaped like a living dragon that probably has been sealed away.

A wave of energy pulsed through the ground, shocking both Vulcan and Phaydera as they began walking closer to the object, out of curiosity. Phaydera's suspicion grew as they got closer, as it seemed to be floating a bit higher each step they take towards the orb. Around them were multiple consoles, still left on, and operating quite well for a automatic machine. Light flickered on and off behind them, as the door sent out a brilliant light that was instantly shaded out by the darkness. "Talk about creepy." Vulcan teased.
"Tell me about it." Phaydera replied. "That sign looks so familiar, and it apparently is on the courtyard of our home. What does it mean? I've always wondered why there were multiple drawings and signs on the obelisks and stony ground." She explained as the little yellow child came to a complete stop behind Vulcan. "Anything you might know about this?" She added.
"Well, the only thing that really gives me any bells is this object. Its really just a sealing stone, but how did the creature get inside? Only powerful beings could surrender themselves and lock themselves away like this." Vulcan replied as he got closer to the orb, feeling the presence of the evil being. "I can only feel some kind of hatred, and it's yearning to come out, but something is preventing his control over the seal." Vulcan explained.
"I see... So we just have to free it?" She asked. "That should be easy."
"No, Crevarzha, c'mon, if its freed, its going to-" He said, getting interrupted.

"Who's there!?" A familiar voice said, accompanied with the clanking of metal.