seconds.
The three others knew what was happening.
He was sensing something…
Then, after a trail of seconds, he slowly
opened his eyes, resuming his unwavered stare into the black
screens ahead. But something new seemed to have dawned on his
wizened features.
The three others stood on the spot, looking
at him quietly through the pinched silence.
Finally, Vestra slowly stepped forward,
placing a gentle arm on his shoulder. “Master … what is it?”
He continued to gaze into the screens
ahead.
“There was a … shift in the energy field,
which I sensed. And with it … I sensed a new development.” His eyes
grew very slightly wide. “An important development.”
The three others swapped serious glances.
“What is it?” Qyro asked him.
Mantra hadn’t moved his eyes from ahead of
him. “The batch of watchmen sent for the Ensys…”
Ion could feel his attention sharpen as he
waited…
“What happened to them?” he asked softly. A
flicker of hope kindled within him. Was it, by the remotest chance,
possible that they had actually succeeded? Could fortune have
graced them with this victory after all? If so, then perhaps things
weren’t all that bad as they seemed … they stood the meekest chance
now, if they had won over the alliance of the Ensys.
“What happened to them, master?” Qyro
repeated, frowning intensely.
“Have they done it?” Ion said, feeling the
spark in his tone. “Have they won the Ensys to our side?”
Mantra was calmly looking into the abyss of
black over the screens ahead, coated with a spread of a million
glinting stars. He seemed to be floating off elsewhere, leaving his
physical body behind him.
With the three of them watching him, he
slowly drew in a deep, long, and then turned to bring his eyes upon
them.
“No … they never even made it out of the
cave.”
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Vestra gave a feeble gasp, her hands flying
to her mouth. Ion and Qyro looked at each other, both their faces
mirrors of the same horror and revulsion.
“They’re … dead?” asked Vestra.
“You mean the Ensys … the Ensys killed them?”
asked Qyro.
“Yes.” came Mantra’s calm reply. “But there’s
more … the Ensys have joined the Xeni.”
His words left a daze to fill the room.
“Joined the Xeni ?” all three of them
said at once, equally puzzled at this new twist.
Mantra’s gaze grew far off. “Whatever
happened in that cave,” He shook his head, looking troubled. “is
disturbing. Dantox and the watchmen we sent were near victory. They
were very near to winning the Ensys over to our side … But then
something happened … something that I can’t properly sense, but
seems troubling for some reason. Then, the Ensys decided to instead
join the Xeni. And they killed them.”
“Dantox, Nano and the watchmen?” asked
Vestra. “The Ensys killed them all?”
Mantra nodded solemnly, his eyes grim.
As the shock passed, fury broke through Ion,
so that he stood there with clenched fists. Master Dantox. And
Nano. And the other watchmen. That they were all no more triggered
a wave of anger that rushed through him with a visceral force.
“But, how ?” breathed Qyro, shaking his
head in a gesture of utter disbelief. “How could it be that the
Ensys joined the Xeni ?”
Vestra nodded along with him, frowning in
equal puzzlement. “They hate Redgarn and the Xeni, don’t they? For
what they did to their race eight millennia back.”
“Yes,” said Mantra, frowning. “I thought they
did too.”
“Then why in the world would they wanna join them?” asked Ion, unable to add what had just
happened.
Mantra stroked his chin calmly, appearing to
be deep in thought. He shook his head slowly, unable to come to a
conclusion himself to this bizarre new twist.
“There’s nothing more you can tell, master?”
asked Qyro.
“I wish I could,
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