Legends of Ardonia 3: Color Balance

Chapter 2: The Primesingers

A pair of footsteps hurriedly ran through the grass, many more following him. Milan Sendaris held his Droug rifle in his Droug arm as the marshland squished and gurgled under his feet. Sendar rested on his back along with his plasma sword. The other figures were shown to be Sendaris following close behind. Felina soldiers were led by Flixii, who had two guns holstered on his waist, and Cyclone Kaltaris, who had Kaltar and his plasma sword on his back, was followed by many Kaltaris. Milan flattened himself against a boulder, clearly hiding from something. Flixii and Cyclone did the same. He made some gestures with his free hand and the Sendaris started to go around the boulder. The Felinas stayed in place as the Kaltaris went the other way. Milan peeked over the rock and numerous Zuldoris were revealed living their lives in poverty and hunger. The tiny settlement was dirty and muddy, weapons were scattered everywhere along with some discarded Droug armor, and there seemed to be no food. The Zuldoris trudged around wearily, hopeless. After the Droug's defeat, they had nowhere to go and no one to defend them. They had to live like this: unwanted and hunted. Milan issued a command and soon his division was upon them. The Zuldoris looked around in fear and panic, completely surrounded. They ran every which way, dispersing across the marsh. They were shot down quickly by Droug bullets. Zuldoris fell on the ground, markings going dark. Milan had his plasma sword out, glowing with blue flame, killing groups of Zuldoris who barely had the chance to pick up their own weapons. Aggressium Songs were shot from all angles. Kaltaris and Sendaris engaged in close combat and killed them as Felinas provided cover. A mother and her son managed to break away from the massacre and escape. Other small portions of Zuldoris found openings to flee in different directions and took it. In the frenzy, it was hard to keep track of who was where. The hunt did not last long; the Ardonians killed the Zuldoris who remained while some others fled, just like every other time.

Sendaris: "Master Milan, some Zuldoris broke off from the main pack and headed for the woods."

Milan: Upset "Ugh, these people should know when they're defeated. Follow them. Don't let them escape. Flixii, take some Felinas with you through the forest along with the Sendaris and make sure those Zuldoris don't escape again. Cyclone, you and the Kaltaris patrol the area for any foolish stragglers."

They nodded and followed his orders. Flixii, the Felinas, and the Sendaris gave chase past the tree line. Cyclone and the Kaltaris searched the place for any survivors.

Emmilia and Hadis arrived from Hydraphel to the Heart of Ardonia. Its beacon stretched all the way to the heavens as the islands floated around the beam of light. The two Primesingers activated Mobiliwings and flew to the other side of the Heart towards the Primesinger Temple. 

As they flew above, they saw numerous Ardoni training on the islands and meditating. Many of them were practicing using their Mobilium Songs. A young Mendoris Ardoni was using Mobilibounce to jump up to different islands while a Nestoris used Mobiliflash to get to a lower island. Hadis flew above an island and Emmilia went below another, the Ardoni taking notice of the two and waving at them as they flew by. They landed at the entrance of the temple, now much more accessible and noticeable than it had been ten years ago. A stone path paved the way in and the overgrowth from years passed was trimmed into a neat collection of bushes. The massive doorway was lit up by lanterns and glowstone on either side. A few Ardoni stood on low ledges of the mountain close to the entrance, and some stood below them. A Sendaris willingly fell off the ledge to be caught by a Kaltaris using Supporolift on him, and safely being brought to the ground. Emmilia and Hadis continued their walk. Upon entering they were greeted by a well lit Great Hall, containing the thirteen glowing statues of the deceased Primesingers, each holding their relics.