Raylin’s eyes flickered away from Dalis as he looked to the status screen, “I honestly don’t know much about our current situation, I haven’t heard of such a case before, but I think I can conclude one thing,” he said with his tone serious.
“What would that be?” Dalis asked eagerly.
“The reason you’re in control of this body we share, is because of that trait of yours, ‘Almighty mind’,” he said his eye’s wondered over Dalis.
Dalis smiled proudly, “I suppose it is pretty impressive, huh,” he gloated.
“Impressive,” Raylin murmured, “If only it were just so…,” he said too soft for Dalis to hear him clearly.
“Did you say something?” Dalis asked.
Raylin shook his head and smiled lightly, “It’s even more impressive that you have two other traits, it’s a pity that the Records are hidden to me,” he said watching Dalis closely.
Dalis
It was then that something occurred to him a concern that he had been holding on to for fear of it making Raylin act. If he could have helped it he would have never asked the question bubbling in his mind, but as was often the case for Dalis his body didn’t always do as he commanded and sometimes blurted out things he wished he never said. His eye twitched and his head jerked before finally his mouth ran off by itself, “You… being trapped in here, are you not angry that I’m the one in control?” he blurted out while wincing. ‘By Kaizel’s name why?’ he cried to himself. Raylin looked away and nodded ever so slightly, “I suppose that it would only be natural that I felt that way, after all, if we compare power, knowledge of the world and experience… the list goes on, it all shows that I am the much more suitable candidate to be in control,” Raylin said clenching one of his mighty fists.
Dalis ran his hands over the lines, those lines were a unique feature of the people in this world, the reason he possessed them was because of his Equanoxian heritage. He looked up to his status screen and frowned upon looking at his two hidden traits. The strange thing was he actually knew exactly what one of those traits were, it had to be the unique trait of his people, [Adaptor]. The proof of it was the lines on his face, one of the reason’s his people were feared in the universe was due that very racial trait. If you wished to know if someone was an Equanoxian, the sad truth was you couldn’t, not unless they told you themselves. The [Adaptor] trait allowed his people to easily adapt to any extreme environmental conditions, and by coming into contact with the blood of any natives from that world they could change their racial characteristics to blend in. &nb
Dalis snuck towards the entrance of the bunker, he found it surprisingly easy in the dark. There were a few guards dressed in a grey military uniform, stationed inside the bunker, but with only a single torch on where ever they were stationed they would find it hard to spot what was in front of them let alone a moving target that could clearly see in the dark. It wasn’t long before Dalis reached the metal track that brought the carts up and down, he followed the tracks and made his way to the surface. As soon as Dalis reach the tunnel he caught just a small peek of the night sky outside, it was almost enough for him to forget himself and rush forward. A moment later Dalis forced his eyes down, and took a breath to calm himself, as much as he wanted to race out he could see just a little over half a dozen guards standing in a huddled group at the entrance. The were speak
Hem’s scowl deepened if it was possible, as the tall man spoke, he eventually yanked his shoulder free of the tall man’s grasp. “If you’re too much of a wimp to join in Hanes, then don’t, but don’t try to tell me what to do,” he groaned and took another step to toward Dalis. Hem launched another kick with his thick black boot aimed for Dalis’s face. Dalis’s whipped to the side, just barely managing to dodge, before Hem could stop his leg Dalis shoved it with both his hands making him stumble to the side, but that only made things get worse. No sooner than he defended himself did three other guards come racing towards him, Dalis only realised his mistake when it was too late. A punch came from his right, Dalis was forced to block it with both his arms, and even then he felt like his hands would break under the pressure of the blow. With both his ha
Siara looked down on the scene, with eyes gone cold, she slowly approached Hem, her every step echoed shattering the silence that came with her presence. “Princess,” Hem gulped down and bowed to her, “Princess this man was out after curfew,” he said explaining himself. Siara nodded and took a step past him, “Tell me Enforcer,” she said casting him an icy glance, “What is the punishment for someone who goes out after curfew without permission?” she asked with a cold glare. Hem shivered and took an involuntarily step back as he saw her face. “Princess,” Hanes called, the tall enforcer stepped forward, he shared a quick glance with Hem before looking back at Siara, “Please forgive us if we were excessive in our action,” “We tried to apprehend him peaceful, but he resisted and attacked us first, we were forced to act harshly, you know what his kind is like,” he lied blatant
Five years ago. Planet Faultest. The sun shone down on the world, only it was a little strange to look up at the sun from planet Faultest. The sun was blue for starters, and it was remarkably huge, it took up a large portion of the sky, even when the world sat at its furthest orbit. But that wasn’t the strangest thing on Faultest, the strangest thing was the line that cut across the sun… Indeed, if one were to look closely, and it wasn’t easy to do so - it was hard enough to look directly at a red sun let alone a blue sun, they would see a strip of black cutting down the suns centre. But don’t be alarmed, there was nothing wrong with the sun, the strip was a good thing… for it was proof of the advancement of Faultest. The little strip that could just barely be seen was a creation of the Faultestians, a great device that coul
“… Your Dukeship, healing him is tougher than I expected,” Uriel was saying to Sebastian as he followed behind her, his wife, Layla, and niece, Siara, trailed closely behind. “What seems to be the problem?” Sebastian asked, glancing back at Siara who was gripped the hem of her black dress. Uriel shook her head, “My healing spells aren’t very effective on him… I seem to be meeting some kind of resistance, and it doesn’t matter which of my spells I use,” she sighed. “Resistance?” Siara asked with concern, “You mean his body is rejecting your spells?” she asked. Uriel raised a brow, “Calm yourself princess, I didn’t say reject,” she said as they veered around a corner, “My spells are simply not as effective as usual… honestly it takes even more energy to heal him than it takes to heal ‘Your Dukeship’, and the results aren’t as good,” she said glancing at Sebastian’s face.
Uriel’s green eyes shrunk, and she looked at her hands with worry. Dalis didn’t miss the change in her expression, “Have there been others with unstable energy?” he asked. “We have had a few in the past,” the duke answered his gaze was piercing, “None of them survived for long, most of them ended up committing suicide within a few months of the infection, the longest lasted almost two years,” he said. Uriel looked at Dalis, “Which one of your energies is unstable?” she asked, her hands trembled as she spoke. Dalis could guess why, the unstable state energy did act like an infection and would spread to anyone who was exposed to his energy for a prolonged period of time. As the person who was treating him, she was naturally in the most danger. “All of them,” Dalis answered honestly, he heard a gasp and turned to see the last person of the group, she