At the same time as Hamar was being tested by Araxis, the main body shuddered. He had been sent a piece of information by the clone who was sent into the mini world.
"Yi Sect huh..." He stood up and paced over to a balcony. It was a deep dark midnight and the cold wind blue coldly.
He sipped a breath of that air, freezing his lungs, and closed his eyes. He spoke quietly, "Is it them?" He stood in that possibility for a few moments before he tapped his staff ok the floor.
"No. If this is them, then it won't stop with just this." He rushed inside and paced his large study. Then as he laced back and forth, he paused and chuckled.
"I guess if the enemy brings guns, you can continue to use a simple sword." Araxis pointed his staff to a corner of the room and lifted up.
A green light emitted from the top of the staff and created an astral hand which manifested to grab something and bring it to him.
The hand whipped back and dropped the item into Araxis' hand before it vanished. Araxis took a look at the item and smiled.
In his hand, he had a small orb with complicated brass clockwork inside. Araxis looked at it with a peculiar gaze. Both sadness and happiness in one look.
Araxis closed his hand on the orb and tightened his grip upon his staff. He gritted his teeth and threw an arc of energy into the air with a simple swing of his staff.
The energy clashed into the air, a huge amount of energy capable of mass destruction ripping apart the fabric of the world.
Araxis waited and watched the rip fizzle before being repaired and he looked at the space carefully, it was as if he had done nothing. He sighed deeply, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
"Still...It's just you, master. Just you and THEM." Araxis lamented and opened his grip on the orb. He sent a small will into the glass structure and it lit up.
The clockwork inside whirred and lights flashed, it started to beep. Araxis looked into the clockwork for a while before letting go and letting the orb float in the air; communicating.
He walked back over to the throne and say himself down. He leant upon one side and smushed his cheek, "Now we wait... I'll just watch the clone, he should be having fun training up the natives to fight back...THEM, it really has to be them, right?"
***
Inside mini world, inside a certain space Yi Sect grew.
"The main sects have formed a coalition and they want to hunt us!"
"They think that can stop our great plan?!"
"But...they could stop our collection plans?"
"True, the outer operations are weak..."
"What if they stop the great plan?!"
Then suddenly as the rumours began to get out of hand, a figure emerged from the deep. They looked ancient, like a skeleton brought back to life.
They walked with purpose-ness and in his hands, he held a book. Both just any book, a large seemingly antique book.
He opened it up and started to speak, the sound coming over to everyone in Yi Sect, "The outers! They have come down with a revelation! An outside deity has come down and corrupted the good people of our world!"
"This dark deity series to keep this prison active, taking ourselves as mere resources! Can we accept that?"
Slowly, a murmur grew louder and louder. The members of Yi Sect became engrossed within sect patriarch's revelations.
They were on the side of righteousness. They had the help of the outside, the outer people were their friends.
They just needed to defeat this dark deity and escape this world. And the only way to do that is by,
"Destruction! Only through destruction can we be set free! Praise the outers!"
"Praise! Praise the outers!"
"Praise! Praise the outers!"
"Praise! Praise the outers!"
The mantra spread from one figure to another, slowly it became the only noise heard by all in Yin Sect. There was no dissonance, no difference in opinion. They were a united force, this is what was needed to be done, and they were the ones to do it.
The sect patriarch closed the old book, causing a puff of dust to come off of it. He coughed and his bones creaked, "Did that help?"
The sect leader rushed over and supported the old man with a certain reverence that to anyone else would seem peculiar.
"Old Zhou... You are not as strong as you used to be. Do not push yourself, let us do this work."
Old Zhou coughed a blob of black blood, "It is fine, I am fine. I shall pray for their help, and for luck. From their it is your job boy." He attempted to ruffled the sect leader's hair but could not reach it.
Sect leader chuckled, "Then I pray THEY will bless you. Our winning is a certainty, it is merely a triviality." He knelt down, "don't worry Old Zhou, I will take in this burden. We will enter the outer, I swear."
Old Zhou smiled as a few drops of tears fell down his cheek, "Thank you boy, thank you."
***
Hamar used the band's circuit, he flashed it off existence. Where his body used to be a chainsaw-enhanced arm flung down.
Hamar appeared a few metres away and slid across the slick ground. He mentally begun a count, "1,2,3,4..." He had a minute before he could use them mana circuit again.
The thug with a chainsaw arm ran forward and smashed at Hamar, "You need to die! For He!"
Hamar smiled awkwardly and started at the man, and the fight happening behind him. Behind, Troy fight on 5 different enemies at once with ease.
Hanar looked around and saw a trashcan lid, he picked it up and threw it in front of him. As it covered the enemies vision, he ran to the side.
He picked up a metal rod of the ground and felt the weight quickly, "This'll do..." He pretended it was a sword and his mentality shifted, he could use swords, this was easy.
***
A few hours ago,
"So this is the underground market?"