-Six days later, Olavin-Faa-
Hara stepped into a large chamber, the vast size of the inside housed a place for Ferals to rest. She clicked her tongue repeatedly, listening to the sound jump off the walls and striking the others.
"My Ferals!" her voice cut through the dark. "I've had a vision. From the brave Variants of Infinus, they are going to bring our pack back home!"
Qitor growled, climbing down from the ceiling. He lowered himself as he approached the Alpha Female, bowing deeply to show submission.
"Dearest Hara, how can you be certain it's not just a vision?" he replied, eagerly waiting for her word.
"Because the tainted one showed me. He gave me instructions on what to do. We need to wait for them at the edge of the forest, claws and legs ready," she answered.
That was enough to rally all Ferals in the room. They growled and howled together, waking the rest of the pack. Voices from all over woke those struggling to fall asleep.
Even creatures that sat above the pack heard their glee. Qillurs, opposing Ferals, even Glykers. Along with several other creatures that hid in the darkness.
Ferals got together, forming hunting parties in order to aid Infinus. The Connisko pack made their presence clear as they shook the entire forest.
Muffled sunlight sometimes crept through the natural ceiling. Through glimpses, they realized just how fast they were going. It was like they were empowered.
None of them had ever gone this fast in their lives before. But now, they were motivated, Infinus was bringing the rest of their pack back.
A hilly valley greeted them as they approached the edge of their territory. Many Ferals felt drained of strength, unable to continue without their proper fill.
Prexsis' unmistakable frame took the lead from there. His mighty foot came down over the sturdy branch.
"Sarorin are feasting, if we kill one we could feast as well!" he lowered his body. "I'll need more distractions."
-During their hunt, Infinus-
Everyone was ready. The plan would be a simple one. Demon would go to the island itself and order the Ferals to jump off, landing in the water below.
From there, they would make a dash across the battle-struck field. Where Infinus would hold off the defending forces.
What comes next would be the biggest chase game in Yarnin history. From the heart of the region itself, to the far southern forest, Infinus and the Connisko Ferals were going to be dodging hell itself.
"And that's the plan," Demon concluded.
Enoptes clicked his helmet into place, uncertain if this was a perfect way to die. He checked his metal pole, making sure the flags were in place.
Sernatacus stood by his leader, keeping a keen eye on the distant island. It was difficult to fathom just how massive it was, yet how carelessly it floated.
"Remember," Demon turned to the other elites. "Enclier and Sencto, you two will be in charge of taking out whatever flying creature they send out."
Both Ferals shook erratically, waking their muscles up as they growled out into the stale air. The frigid temperature caused their raw feet to go completely numb while highlighting their breath.
They cackled away, trying to nibble at each other's hair. Which caused them both to back away from each other and duck, starting small amount of physical play.
"Cut it out!" Enoptes' voice thundered.
On command, both Ferals stopped. They closed their jaws, but still kept the signature toothy grin.
Demon pointed at three Encur elites. "Biko, Lanzu, and Viviry, you will take point and strike away at any land mounts or forces."
Each elite gave Demon a thumbs up. Biko wore minimal armor, but this was part of his combat style. He preferred throwing bolas, which were attached to his hips and over his shoulders.
When he was called to participate, he brought several larger bolas with him. Which could handle Glykers and Sarorin alike.
Lanzu took out one of her two pikes, waving it around like a wand. She was going to deliver heavy blows to large crowds or incoming mounts.
She planted her pike on the ground, reached to the back of her head with a string. And she tied her hair back, making it easier to keep both eyes on attackers.
Viviry pulled his bowstring back, making sure to feel the intense tension as he tugged. It felt just right. Powerful enough to drive a stone-tipped arrow through thick hide.
He brought different types of arrows to the battle and making him the only distanced warrior in the mix. When Tinzor offered Viviry to the attack, he ensured his representing elite would be one of his best archers.
A frigid breeze washed over the area. It was the warning of a powerful blizzard, one none predicted. Just by the feeling alone, many could tell this entire situation would get messier if extreme snowfall played a part.
"Its best to move right now. Elites, get in positions and march north-west. Enoptes, remember, you are the leader of these battalions when I am not here," Demon took off walking.
Syndicate Dust engulfed his frame as he parted from the group itself. While they marched the last hour until their first of many hurdles would present itself, Demon would begin causing chaos.
The world went black and white in his eyes, this was what he saw when he became a Distorted. Everything seemed off, no way to tell good from bad.
Winds kicked up around him as he fell from the grey skies. A black sphere began to form on his back, it was him calling out to his maiden and butler.
Both answered. They manifested before Demon touched the ground. Despite being mostly defenseless, each of them would be highly lethal of their master allowed them to be.
Metal bent beneath the weight of all three entities. Volatile forces readied their weapons the moment they heard the heavy thumping and saw the dents.
"It was probably a damn Sky Beast or something. I'll be back," a warrior notified the rest of the group.
She carelessly exited out of the outpost, unafraid of the injured Sky Beast overhead. The second she stepped out of the door, a sharp tentacle pierced her skull.
The siege has begun.