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Derigor. “And we have to
get them alerted.”
     
    Evander gave a firm nod. “Absolutely. The
entire spectrum will need to be rigged into a state of high alert.
We’ll need Naxim ships patrolling space inside each of the
clusters, conducting checks on each passing ships. They’ll need to
check every ship for mystical energy before letting them pass.”
     
    “In that case,” said Derigor. “Every patrol
ship needs to be armed with a mystical energy detector. To conduct
checks on all passing ships.”
     
    “That will be have to be arranged.” said
Evander, nodding. He held his gaze over the pale face on the
screen, as it rotated towards him…
     
    This was the worst possibly situation any
Naxim leader could have asked for. And it had found him. Evander
steeled himself, shaking off the thought. Whatever happened,
Evander would not yield to self pity … he had far more important
things to weigh on his mind.
     
    He looked about the boardroom, nodding.
     
    “Gentlemen,” he said, with the air of
bringing a stern, impacting closure. “We are now at war. The worst
threat we have faced in centuries … possibly even millennia ,
has risen once more, to haunt us again. And we need to arm
ourselves in preparation of whatever lies ahead. Because if we
don’t act now, nothing will ever be the same again.”
     
     
    As the council disbanded, Evander and Derigor
hung back in the large room. Evander had a printed copy of the
black faced mystic produced, which he handed to Derigor.
     
    “When you return home,” he told Derigor. “try
to pitch in a call to all the intelligence networks that we’re in
contact with. And get them working on this.”
     
    Derigor surveyed the picture, which hadn’t
lost an inkling of the menace it held on him.
     
    “All right,” he said, looking up at Evander
again. This was the most massive threat the spectrum had faced …
and the man standing in front of him was single handedly bearing
its weight. A silent respect for Evander welled within Derigor.
Smiling, he gave the high council’s admired leader a gentle pat on
the back.
     
    “Don’t worry, old friend.” he assured him.
“We’ll get through this.”
     
    Evander smiled back, and some of the tension
seemed to ebb from his face. “I sure hope we do.
     
    __________
     
     
    Derigor hover car glided serenely across the
clouded skies, passing the large towers that rose to this height.
Never in all of his days in the top ranks of the Naxim, had he
faced something that seemed so overwhelming. Something that seemed
to threaten the very order of the world itself. Since its beginning
eight thousand years back, the Naxim had striven tirelessly to
bring stability and peace to the world. By fighting off all the
enemies of peace and justice. And mystics were their foremost and
most deadly enemies in this regard. For eight thousand years, the
Naxim and the states of the spectrum had worked together to cast
out their most lethal threat, and ensure that it never arose
again…
     
    And now, it seemed that all of their efforts
were going to come crashing down over them. They had arisen once
more. Mystics had returned once more to stir evil in the world once
more.
     
    And the squirming Derigor felt at the pit of
his stomach told him that they hadn’t seen the worst of their
veiled enemy yet…
     
    He felt a twinge of concern for his wife and
son. Martha and Garen. Serving the Naxim had forced him to live
away from his family, who resided in the planet Venijor, in cluster
43. It had been almost a month since he had last visited them.
     
    The hover car neared a large residential
tower, bringing Derigor back to attention. As the car went
streaking towards the tower, Derigor gradually slowed down. This
was where he had found accommodation since working for the Naxim.
The car gently floated in through one of the balconies and landed
on the polished marble ground right outside the door to his
apartment.
     
    Derigor exited the car and strode