Hitirus rose from his death several hours later. The sun had gone down, leaving the kindred moons to direct Coshire until dawn.
Distant stars and planets ignited the sky. Turning the horizon into an otherworldly purple. Before Hitirus could enjoy the view, voices captured his attention.
"We would have won if it wasn't for that damn Mountain Yonie!" the Scaler yelled, annoyed.
"For once, a Feral is making sense! It was all because of the damned Thresher. Why do they even exist? Good for nothing animals. All they do is hide like Stram," a male Zegus jumped in.
Like always, the voices were at war with each other. This time, against a helpless Yonie. He didn't choose to be out there, it was his body that dragged him.
Everyone knew that's how it worked. Yet they still blamed him for being forced into combat. It wasn't his fault, which saddened Hitirus.
Despite his gray moral compass, Hitirus knew it wasn't fair to treat somebody like this. So he began getting heated.
Rage built up in his veins, ready to erupt like lava out of a volcano. Even the cool night breeze couldn't help calm Hitirus as he prepared to erupt.
The voices continued to argue with each other, only fueling his anger. By this point, it was seven Variants against a Yomie and two Yonies. Making the entire situation unbearable.
"RAGH!" Hitirus yelled. "That's enough! All of you can shut up! Nobody is a hero, nobody won. We all lost, you hear me?!? None of you are good!"
Like always, the voices fell silent after his outbursts. They all returned to the crooked tree. Everybody looked down at the weird shape Hitirus' Will Power chose.
Nobody saw a branch, not even a root. It was the same seedling since the day it was planted. Which caused them to wonder why it didn't grow?
As they sat there, idly staring at the metaphorical ground, a strange Variant heard Hitirus' cries of anger. The world above Koroth reacted to the movements by casting auroras.
Which staggered Hitirus. He had never seen something like this before. The world was unfazed by the event. Only he thought it was unnatural.
A tear opened in the sky, allowing a Feral to jump through. He descended quickly, like a falling cannon ball. Yet when he landed, it was lighter than a feather.
Hitirus examined the Feral. They appeared to be from the desert, judging by the sandy-yellow skin. In addition, the hair appeared to be smooth.
Jagged, sandy rocks covered the Feral's lower jaw. Two streaks of unknown blue energy ran down to his chest, where a larger pool of the energy rested.
"What are you?" Hitirus asked.
The Feral's sandy-yellow eyes studied Hitirus. "Hmm... you know my name."
His response left Hitirus confused. Almost stunned by how random it was. He had never met a Feral that looked like this, let alone even heard of one with this kind of jaw.
"Don't pretend like you don't know me, Hitirus. You've heard of me. And by the same token, I've heard of you," the Feral continued.
Instantly after saying this, Hitirus made a realization. Since Coshire changed to suit the Noble Minds, and since one of the Noble Minds was confirmed to be a Feral. This meant there was a chance that this was Zeek.
"Are you the Noble Mind, Zeek? Loyal to King Khantretakhim?" Hitirus asked.
Zeek grinned, showing off his smaller row of teeth. He sensed the fear coming off Hitirus, the nervous mist was clearly visible to him.
"You're correct, Hitirus. I am Zeek, the Far Fetcher. You don't know me, but you should thank me for what I've done for you."
Hitirus fell silent, waiting to hear what Zeek claimed he did. So he accepted the talking space and explained.
"All wild life in Coshire belongs to me, same with the desert. The kindred moons only disappear because I am thwarting those Servants right out of the sky."
"The moons are Servants? Since when?" Hitirus blurted out.
Zeek glanced up at the furthest moon. "Since Yatuki was born. You know that 'myth,' right? Grand Yatuki carried a mountain for millions of years until the Nine finished making Koroth."
"Once they were done, he settled his elusive mountain somewhere and promptly disappeared. Leaving three things behind: his daughters, or Servants to guard the night sky."
Hitirus followed Zeek's eyes. "That... doesn't make sense. Why can we see them? They exist with us in our reality."
"Servants do, too. They exist wherever their Wielders want them to be," Zeek answered. "The reason why we can see the kindred moons is because they're still waiting for their 'father' to tell them where to go."
The furthest moon heard them talking about her. She wanted to ward off the Far Fetcher for as long as possible. Causing her to let out a pulse of green energy.
Both Variants watched the beam dart across the sky, consuming her sisters and dragging them further back.
"It is Koroth's natural state to be in complete darkness. So technically, we should all be nocturnal. But because of Variants like me, Koroth sees sunrises every day."
Hitirus awed, feeling speechless after watching the moon respond to them. He wasn't sure what to do next.
If Zeek could claim darkness and store it away for a little while, then he would be stronger than any Variant Hitirus has seen so far. Especially in terms of Will Power.
No Third Rule could achieve something like this. So there was move involved than Hitirus knew.
"You don't seem to be from this region," Zeek turned his attention to a new topic. "Where are you from?"
"I'm... Uvurim, I come from Uvurim," Hitirus answered.
Zeek chuckled. "Great Uvurim. Not the biggest region in Centinents, but the deepest underground for sure. Come with me, Hitirus, I'll bring you somewhere else and we'll talk then."
Hitirus nodded, stepping forward to accept the invitation. He watched Zeek point in west, where another town was.
"Keep going that way, I'll watch you from a distance."