08-29-2018, 12:34 AM
It was an unique position he found himself in. It was like holding the reins on an untrained dog. Nik derived no pleasure from the control; but he was neither quick to relinquish that control without a thorough analysis of the situation. For that, his mind was pulled in a hundred directions to react swiftly. ZARS, CSS, security, his closest advisers filed in, all intending to ascertain threats they were all powerless to protect. Regus lived and apparently was in possession of a key to command ijiraq at his will. The very idea was nearly paralyzing. They were none of them safe. How to defend against such a force?
He closed his eyes in attempt to block the buzz brimming his mind cloudy. Where to even start? Aria, his only connection to the Atharim was gone. Meanwhile, despite his best efforts, the Atharim likely bred plants in his staff. They were probably already updating Regus with tales of tonight. What had the guests beheld? A night to strut and flex turned to horror and weakness.
If it wasn't for the power keeping him rooted in place, Nik might have collapsed under the pressure.
Luckily, the power was a bolus of strength. Presently, it flowed from him and rested upon the shoulders of a woman he barely knew by all logical reason. Yet the viciousness to her was familiar. He felt like she owed him something, a debt still unpaid. Temptation swirled among the myriad emotions to question her motives, nefarious as they were likely to be. Until a sterling voice broke the storm.
The forestalling eroded. She was right. The woman deserved no such punishment as what Marcus suggested. He shook his head and released the shield that isolated Oriena.
On the escaped winds of the power, fatigue washed fresh. His gaze roamed, unsure who it was he sought, but there was no anchor in the throes of thrashing waves. Trash littered the floor. Nik walked through puddles, unaware of the swirling of blood underfoot. He glimpsed the ruins of the walls with barely a glance.
People tried to follow him out, but he left them behind, deaf to the calling of his own name.
He closed his eyes in attempt to block the buzz brimming his mind cloudy. Where to even start? Aria, his only connection to the Atharim was gone. Meanwhile, despite his best efforts, the Atharim likely bred plants in his staff. They were probably already updating Regus with tales of tonight. What had the guests beheld? A night to strut and flex turned to horror and weakness.
If it wasn't for the power keeping him rooted in place, Nik might have collapsed under the pressure.
Luckily, the power was a bolus of strength. Presently, it flowed from him and rested upon the shoulders of a woman he barely knew by all logical reason. Yet the viciousness to her was familiar. He felt like she owed him something, a debt still unpaid. Temptation swirled among the myriad emotions to question her motives, nefarious as they were likely to be. Until a sterling voice broke the storm.
The forestalling eroded. She was right. The woman deserved no such punishment as what Marcus suggested. He shook his head and released the shield that isolated Oriena.
On the escaped winds of the power, fatigue washed fresh. His gaze roamed, unsure who it was he sought, but there was no anchor in the throes of thrashing waves. Trash littered the floor. Nik walked through puddles, unaware of the swirling of blood underfoot. He glimpsed the ruins of the walls with barely a glance.
People tried to follow him out, but he left them behind, deaf to the calling of his own name.