Seeing all the Elder Treants kneeling down in complete submission to the incoming Treant, everyone's heart sunk. They did not know why, but that fleeting hope, that tiny glimmer of light, seemed to extinguish at that very instant. As they watched in horror, with their feet rooted in place, it spoke.
"My dear children, it saddens me that many of you have fallen against these detestable invaders. But fret not, I am here, and I will avenge you all." In a soft, smooth voice, the Eldar spoke in a perfect and articulated manner, shocking many of soldiers to their core. They had always believed that the Treants were a bunch of bloodthirsty trees, hellbent on eradicating them.
Fwish, swish!
Vines sprouted from beneath the ground, piercing through many of the Treants. In shock, Jake and the others watched as the wounds inflicted upon them gelled, with some even evolving to an extent, making then more powerful than ever. "Arise my children, arise! Go and fulfill your Holy Mission!" Arms swung up high, the Eldar Treant declared his order upon them.
Their mouths curling ever so slightly up, each and every Treant answered ""We obey your command!"" Thuds of epic proportions shake the ground, as they all simultaneously start charging back into the camp, bloodthirstier than ever, screams ringing across the sky, heralding the sound of the end.
Jake could do nothing, except stare in horror. He could only watch as the people, his friends, his comrades, his brothers-in-arms, were all being slaughtered mercilessly, the Elder Treants smiling ever so gleefully with their bloodlust. He could only witness as every single one were being butchered into pieces.
Just as all hope seemed lost, a gigantic meteor flew across the sky, crashing onto a pile of Elder Treants. Upon impact, they were all incinerated into ashes, before being blown away by the wind. "I knew you would come, Glasron. You and your wretched race should have been exterminated for your crimes against us humanity."
The Eldar, now spoken, whipped his head up. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! I should have known, I should have known that these were a part of that damn Foundation! How on earth were you able to find us!"
Smiling ever so sadly, the Secretary wistfully looked at Jake and the rest of his Task Force. "Sorry for dragging you all into this sordid affair. The thing is, we are not stranded here. I... I had to damage the navigation system, and crash land here, to ensure that they would not run away when they spot us. I'm sorry for using you, and I'm sorry for betraying all contour expectations on me."
Glasron, the Eldar Treant, suddenly opened his eyes wide, as he realised something. "It's you! Ahahaha!" Slapping his hands into his thigh, he laughed maniacally, unable to believe it. "I cant believe that you're still alive after that battle. I thought I had killed all of you! What, do you still think you can kill me now? I'm a @$^*$@$^, while you're still a )&$#$^*. Just give up, you are no match for me."
"Go kill him boss!"
"We'll be with you, wherever you go!"
"Go boss go!"
"Kill those wooden t*********s, they killed my sister!"
""Avenge us! Avenge us! Avenge us!""
Suddenly, chants of all manners began pouring in from the surviving members standing together. The Secretary stood gobsmacked, unable to believe what was happening. Glasron, shocked at the scene, grew angry at the sight.
Whoosh!
Vines pierced from the ground, impaling all those who stood close by. The Secretary, eyes wide open, grew red with fury. "Master, please grant me power!" Glasron prayed to his unknown master, blood flowing from the vines to him. "How is it possible, the Apostle of Yesterday should still be injured from that battle!"
The Secretary, now frightened, attempted to innterrupt the ritual, only realise that he was too late. Glasron has become more powerful than him, and the ritual was still ongoing. "Come on boy, why don't you stop it? Oh wait, if you do, all your itty bitty boys die. So, what will you do now?" Taunting the Secretary, Glasron still remained relaxed, for he knew that despite his rugged exterior, the Secretary cared very much about the lives of his troops.
He treated them as his own chidren.
Struggling ever more so, the Secretary clenched his fists, unable to watch over the process, even more so with the blood curdling screams filling the air. Just as he was about to surrender and beg Glasron to stop the spell, one of them, a young Wulfus, stood up, and smashed his chest, killing himself instantly, the Secretary and Glasron watching in shock.
"Boss, do what you must!"
"We'll sacrifice ourselves, don't let that unholy abomination get away!"
"Go on, give him the taste of his own medicine!"
Hearing to the dying cheers of his troops, the Secretary unclenched his fists, a smile growing ever so slowly. The temperature surrounding him started to increase rapidly, before he closed his eyes with a sad, sad smile on his face. He took one last at Jake, before telling hi softly "Go back, young traveler. Go back, and stop 'Them'."
Still reeling from the sudden shock, Jake did not have time to comprehend the message before a bright red flash of light filled his eyes