ERRATUM
Vizach Neit
Quietly separating from the Kiseran crowd, Vizach stood in the middle of a shoulder-length grassland. For the fourth time in four days, someone had been calling his consciousness from a distant space and time. In order to stop the lingering disturbance while preparing for battle, he decided to respond whoever that is. To be able to communicate with him required abundant knowledge and blood relations so probably, ignoring the call would spell out something more tragic than benefit.
West winds began to change course and neon lights giving off illumination brighter than the midday sun began to envelop the area just above his head. Viz could hear something coming until a sword-length key, embellished with ruby and alexandrite gems, and some other brisk designs fell behind followed by a human figure safely landing on his outstretched arms.
As the smoke cleared out, Viz motioned his subordinates to back down upon realizing the human figure is a woman.
And, who the hell are you? He dropped her on the ground. She is not a stranger, rather a distant kin. Oh, you're a pretty lady. On what degree of power do you have to time hop?
Time hop? She stood before the raven haired young man. You are Vizach Neit, right?
Yeah, so?
What the hell! I finally met you! She hugged Viz. Its been a long journey!
His curious subordinates emerged from their hiding places and surrounded the two. The woman smells like Viz and she doesn't have any ill intent to begin with. Her sheer excitement has brought warmth despite strange stillness surrounding the area which ultimately sent shivers to Viz' subordinates.
The name is Dadgi. She picked up the key and handed it to him. Along with the precious metal are embedded runes slowly absorbed by Viz. Revised from the originally prescribed method of summoning ancestors, Dadgi successfully outsourced the sacrifice needed to avoid her physical body to disintegrate from descending to a time before her existence. Only an equipped person would be capable of performing such feats and Dadgi is one of them simply because.... It's an honor to meet my great grandfather.
Great?! The subordinates reacted, revealing an instant interest to the lady standing before them. No one would have expected to have a red head related to their obnoxious unit chief. For someone who has shown no hint of interest to any woman, it's quite hilarious to see Vizach's descendant. A tint of bloodlust from their commander kept them from actually teasing.
You have come to a time of war. Vizach scratched his head and looked eastward. A few years ago, Donita once mentioned he shall come to meet someone along his lineage during the time of turmoil. Someone who shall unseal the curse of the future with the aid of the past. While the prophesy indeed became a reality, it was his least concern. The stench of the undead, called Dreygur, is looming and the wildlife, long gone from the borders, is an indication of decay to the path of the enemies. Three days? Maybe two days and the buzzling white city shall be vacated and prepared to an impending war of the races instigated by the united empires called Kanons against the Kiserans. I'll deal with you later. For the meantime, we should be heading back to the HQ. Mahara should have arrived by now.
Boss, what about her? I mean, your great great granddaughter. Asked Shadrach, one of his subordinate, finally deciding to make fun of their boss who had been single eversince their unit was formed.
Look, I'm trying to act cool here so shut your mouth and go to work! Viz' cheeks puffed and muffed from embarrassment, eventually letting go of his stern state. The three chuckled a bit and left. Short at 5 feet, compared to a normal Kiseran height of 6 to 8 feet, everyone in Digma wants to have a piece of tease to one of the strongest unit commander. And you! Coming at the worst time! Never leave my sight... I'm not here to babysit. We are at war.
War. She nodded and followed Viz. Judging from her reaction, Viz knew she's not a stranger of attrition.
That's about the fourth generation after me. What the hell, Kisera is still in turmoil that time?
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Millary Hergal
The suffocating mist steaming out of the Dreygurs' mouths has already formed and is advancing rapidly thru the northern winds. Five years of chaotic establishment and 15 years of relative peace, Kisera will finally face its first war, against the Kanons who originally established Kisera as dumping ground for freaks. Will these people survive this? Looking at the Kiserans calmly lock their houses and stock up food for the evacuation by sunrise, they must feel a little less scared. The magnitude of war is great, not this, but the succeeding, should Kisera survive the first wave. Well, just another day for these folks, eh?
From his vantage point, he could see more Dreygurs march towards the borders. Summoned from the dead, Dreygurs are simply zombies whose corpses were illegally stolen by a clan to use as a weapon for genocide. Human figures with no feelings became the first choice of the Kanons to fight Kiserans. It was rumored that in exchange of land and wealth, the Mefuo clan utilized their ancestral skill against the very empire who once protected them.
The preparations are done. All unit commanders are summoned. Behind Miley appeared Petro, his subordinate.
So it shall begin. He stood at the edge, breathing fresh air before all the stench completely engulfs the Kiseran atmosphere. Besides those whose ancestry are pure Frikios, half-Kanon Kiserans shall immediately die from the poisonous odor emitted by the Dreygurs.
Ms. Haina and the twins are secured. They are among the evacuees at the Northern Peaks where we may be designated. Quietly discerning uncertainty, Petro needed to assure his commander's family is safe. Unlike him, his wife and kids are defenseless against the enemies.
Thank you.
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Mahara Harion
Numbered to a thousand or more, the dreygurs are protected by cuirass - a triple layered metal armor equipped with various heavy weapons accustomed to cleave its targets. The Northern Cliffs is in danger to toxin and massacre. Mahara soon noticed a small figure crawling out of the certain portion where the creatures are flocked. He could easily recognize human torsos frenzied over, probably the spies earlier sent by Kisera's General, Esmar Tausen. Only one was able to get away despite the absence of the dreygurs' physical senses.
It could be the toxic air. What the hell, they sent clueless warriors to their deaths.
Without triggering the dreygurs and a natural immunity to the toxic fumes excreted by their orifices, one would easily walk past the lifeless army. Their only mission is to invade the Kiseran border so anything in between are not of their liberty nor discretion.
He could not save the others so Mahara picked up the only spy, now unconscious. The human blood would have probably triggered the dreygurs. They feast on life and as long as there is a scent of blood, it is consumable. The young man is now red and blue so the toxins must have invaded the spy's inner system. Whatever he learned must be relayed to the general so Mahara whistled, summoning the only beast he was able to obtain during his younger days, a golden eagle. The creature, huge enough to carry atleast four grown men was then sent to the Kiseran HQ. Normally, he would ignore people who would delay his mission, but his own commander Kuron ordered to save all humans lost at the outskirts and bring them inside the walls.
Summing up the enemies, majority sent are mindless warriors, just enough to size up the Kiserans and weaken the defense before the bigger invasion. South of the empire, the Iwahig river, is relatively safe as it is surrounded by an overgrown marshland inhabited by Phytosaurs, an ancient crocodile specie capable of devouring all kinds of creatures. Specially bred for protection, the Phytosaurses only take command from Donita, the 5th unit commander. The west side where the Miralos dwell, protected by a hundred acre of thick coniferous forest, has already barricaded the border with fire bombs.
Mahara headed back to the Digma HQ. The unit commanders may all be back by then.
~~ open end