The next day, a dizzy Soal led the rest of the Legion out of their surprisingly comfortable sleeping bags and back into the gathering chamber of the Fviron, where they met with the Chieftain once again.
Gorshaw took the lead as the communicator. "Is there any way we may be escorted to the Congregation Chamber?" he asked, knowing they would be able to navigate their way back to a Revolute base from there.
T H I S R E M A I N S T O B E S E E N
Gorshaw sighed. "Please," he pleaded, wanting desperately a means of escaping this Fviron residence. "It is not safe out there, and Lint Corp awaits."
The Chieftain considered this.
P O S S I B L E E
His words halted at "E", when a harsh rumbling sound was audible in a nearby chamber. "There are sounds behind this wall!" A muffled voice called, and it had the same accent and the same dialect as Thronost. The Legion glimmered with hope and relief, and Gorshaw started to speak again.
"That is the voice of our fallen friend!" he exclaimed. "We need to reach him! Please!"
The Chieftain agreed this time. He pointed his staff towards the wall, and in response, three dozen of his most muscular tribal servants scurried towards the wall, and with all of their force, they slashed at its weakest part to its demise.
Y O U A R E G R A N T E D L E A V E
Those were the final words from the Chieftain, as heard by the Legion. Gorshaw bid him a hasty farewell, and they were off, the Fviron on the floor parting a space as a passage for the legionnaires.
The dust of the patch on the wall cleared, and Soal peered through it. Thronost was not there. But a plethora of other Zillyroise just like him were standing there, watching the activities of the Fviron in awe.
"The Legion!!" the Zillyroi Commander, who was wearing a darker color leather for armor compared to his soldiers, barked, knowing Ressel would love this news in such a dark time. "We have been awaiting your return. Have you the Keys of Death?"
"Long story short, because of two Lint Corp spies, everything spiraled out of control. Details later," Soal rushed up to the Commander, quickly followed by his colleagues. "We need to return to Iminentia immediately."
"You shall not be disappointed!" the Zillyroi Commander boomed. "Hurry, troops! To the nearest operational base!"
As they took off through the dimly lit corridors of the Sketch Facility, their speed almost rivaling that of a slow Yalerojope, the tribal Fviron servants repaired the rift in the wall in a spurt of speed, never again to be unearthed by any human.
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The Sketch Survivors: The Enemy Among Us
Science Fiction{Book Three in the Sketch Survivors Trilogy} A new and reliable hope rises for the Revolutes when the coordinates of three "Insanity Sketches" are uncovered. Their leader, the Green Phantom, along with several others, all under the leadership o...
