Rise of Yahunyens: Origin

Episode 28: Standing In Style

Fheniz summoned Griswa, Yesdar, and Malaes with a sense of urgency that was palpable even from within their cave home. The trio rushed outside, hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. As they stepped into the open, they saw Fheniz hovering in the air, his expression grave and eyes blazing with intensity.

"Fheniz!" Yesdar called out. "What's happening?"

"No time for questions!" Fheniz's voice echoed with authority. "Follow me immediately. We can't afford to waste any time."

Malaes, eyes wide with concern, looked at Griswa. "What do you think it is?"

Fheniz turned north, flying with a speed that spoke of the gravity of the situation. Griswa, knew he could fly too, as he had undertook that as a part of training advancing as a God, yet he chose to summon Ferion, because obviously Malaes and Yesdar couldn't fly. Griswa had bonded with Ferion, mastering the dragon through their rigorous training as a part of Dragon Commanding all these years. He swiftly mounted the dragon, with Yesdar and Malaes climbing on behind him.

"Ferion, follow Fheniz!" Griswa commanded, and the dragon took off, its powerful wings beating against the air.

The trio clung to Ferion as they soared after Fheniz. The air rushed past them, the landscape below a blur. The trio exchanged worried glances, knowing that whatever awaited them, it was significant enough to alarm even their unflappable mentor.

Some hours would have passed in tense silence. Fheniz remained at the forefront, a solitary figure against the vast sky. Yesdar, unable to contain his curiosity, leaned forward. "Fheniz, can you at least give us a hint?"

"Just follow me and ask no questions!" Fheniz's voice was sharp, brooking no argument yet a little inaudible due to the roar of the winds.

Malaes, seated behind Yesdar, whispered, "Why is he being so secretive? It's not like him."

Griswa, focused on guiding Ferion, said, "I sensed a massive amount of energy when he summoned us. It didn't feel like it belonged to just one person. It was distributed, like it was coming from multiple sources."

"Maybe some kind of enemy force," Yesdar speculated. "Something so powerful that it's got Fheniz rattled."

Griswa nodded. "It feels like a collective energy, Fheniz must be leading us to it."

As they flew, the landscape below gradually shifted from the bright, unending day of the first hemisphere to the dim twilight of the second. This suggested that they were never too far from the night side. But the real shock came when they witnessed the horizon. The sky ahead was a strange blend of day and night, a twilight zone where the light seemed to battle the encroaching darkness.

Emerging from this dim horizon were seven colossal alien warships. They loomed in the distance, their immense size making it hard to grasp their true scale at first.

Each ship was designed like a five-winged ceiling fan, positioned horizontally, attached to the sky as if the sky itself was the ceiling. Their dark metallic surfaces glinted ominously in the fading light, and the closer they got, the more massive the ships appeared—each at least 17,000 meters in length, 13,000 meters in width, and 8000 meters in height. The warships floated ominously, forming a hexagon with one ship at the center, ready for what lay ahead.

Griswa's eyes widened. "That's where the energy is coming from. Those ships are emitting an immense amount of power."

"Yesdar," Malaes said, her voice trembling slightly, "Are you thinking what I think you are thinking, that I am thinking?"