COI C228

The vessel is alerting. Sealing every entrance, door, and passages where the most prioritized rooms should not be harmed. One of the rooms is the jammer. The noise woke them up. Their restful eyes wake out of a hindrance alarm clock. Miss snaps her fingers to silent the noise. Just removing the runes is enough to stop the racket. Then she quickly relaxes herself on her personal space. Magnet looks at her lying as her eyes stare back after what they did so far.

She said to him “I wore enough weights on me. The safety equipment and everything. After they forcing myself to remember my miserable life. I’m going to . . .”

“I didn’t ask”

“Test me one more time, and I’ll bring the noise back on”

Magnet puts his finger on his lips and zip it. Miss turns her head and goes back to sleep. Flashes and Hito wake up. They see the jammer as their UIs show it to them. Magnet adds a message on it and explains to the situation. Flashes heard about the lockdown. Then he checks the signal outside as he readies his radar to unleash.

“Let me check”

It activates and the pulse bounces inside as the runes appeared where Magnet didn’t see it before.

“Was it here before?”

“I’m afraid not, this is new. Hito, can you speed back and forth from here?”

Hito checks on his shoulder. Trying to use his overdrive, but Flashes stops him

“Don’t risk it. Your double is not here anymore”

Hito happily smiles when he hears it. Miss hears Flashes said it and whispers herself

“You sweet lucky son of a bitch, yawn*”

Magnet sees Flashes’ eyes showing jealousy. He leans back not wanting to hear them. But he is getting pulled in by Flashes’ gestures and said

“What do you want? You know one of us are tired . . .”

“Just come here, Magnet. Me and Hito get ourselves a very dangerous idea”

“Hito? I thought you lost your double since you’re free”

Hito thought so too “I was, until this world is still a threat for all of us”

Hito didn’t say much for him coming back. He has his reason, and more question for the rest of the defectors where the opportunity to leave the leashes of their masters. This is not a kind of a man who has his own hate for the Fuku residences. Hito explains further

“Whatever you guys want to know about me. Of course, you said to me it’s better not since this hatred will never going to end, even I wasn’t involved. Still, I am wondering if we could’ve stayed this way until the very last sense of suspicion . . .”

“Blah, blah, blah. I already heard about it. Cdown, calling you Hito from me is nothing going to change anything”

They turned around as they hear Miss’s voice, she remains asleep.

This conversation is going random and out of their priorities. Flashes was thinking they would tested here. He flexes his back and hears the sound of his back crack. It would be a sore later if they have to do it here. He sighs as this is really important to take a break. As the lockdown proceed to shut them up. The risk is too great if they succeed but nowhere to escape. The three needs to prepare when Miss recovers. In the meantime, Miss left his drone outside. It is a time breaker for Flashes to take a look.

Altair reads his UI as the conversation between goblins are happening. Between the spirits and the assassin goblin together. He can’t seem to control it for some reason. Trying to take full control of it, he has no idea what’s going on. All he can do is to listen their conversation in text. However, on his hands feel the grab with his teammates. Haw and Maser are on his side, barely hearing or seeing anything from the light. The sense of touch is the only thing left for him to contact them. He starts writing by the finger and hoping their experience to communicate paid off.

Maser reaches to Haw’s hand. He felt hard to figure it out whether it is him. The tapping of his hand, it surely the same contact from Mountaiwall. If it is used the sounds of the cave echoing and sending the message. It is the same method, there they able to contact each other. Haw has found something that his Dexter guild knows about.

“Any high-tech ships should hide a very important room here?”

“Are you sure, Haw?”

Altair tries to tap, but he didn’t seem to know how to. It was kind a first to see how Altair didn’t understand their morse code, even in a different language.

Maser taps on Altair “It is hard to believe that this is now you can’t understand our conversation”

“Did you lose your magic here? This is no neutral mana defying your magic type”

Maser taps his finger tip with his mana “Haw’s right. Altair, where’s your magic powers? you always understood us”

Altair couldn’t understand anything. However, he has his mana control. If what he learned from them really does coming from the demon’s control, then he must take control his UI. His body reacts impulsively as he is trying to do so.

It’s no use, he can’t fight back. It is indeed a demon is controlling him. The fears spark at the back of his mind. But he quickly stops himself from panicking. Haw is here, he heard a bit from the staff, those two girls who are always with him. He had to guess if Haw understands him. It’s been so long to speak his actual language. When he is about to speak, there is a seal to shut any noise. He carefully controls a bit of his mana and tried to snip the line of the demon’s power. It snaps, and said to Haw

“Can you hear me?”

Maser hears his voice from the bursting light. It is hard to understand as he never heard that dialect before. Haw feels Altair’s magic reaches him

“What a surprise? You speak like your kontry men”

Altair hears Haw replying badly, and with his magic to raise his voice is enough for him to hear Haw, but is it enough for Altair to ask?

“Great, I need your help. I think a demon is controlling me. I can’t seem to use my powers. Do you have any ideas what am I supposed to do in this situation?”

Maser feels Haw is tapping on his palm. Haw is trying explain to him as he responded swiftly with Altair.

Haw replies “Let the demon control you. No, I mean. Let it control what we don’t need. Controlling you will be bad if you’re going attack us. We have to stay you like this until I found how to deal with it”

Altair barely understand what he said using his language. Haw might have found a way, but how he says it made it so jarring and leaving him nothing to say and let him do all the work. Although, he understands him. He hopes he clearly understands what he just said.

Haw asks Altair

“Give Maser to speak too, both of us need to work this out to help you”

Altair agreed and gives Maser to speak through the light.

“Are you mean it?”

“Altair can’t understand us”

“. . . There, you and Haw can talk to each other”

Maser heard Haw says he can’t understand them, but he is doubting it. Only way to test him and said to Altair

“This vessel is an ancient ship that supposed to be design as an exodus for the Heroes Faction”

Haw hears him says that. According to the Horsin people, letting the citizen to know about the secrets of this world will lead to the demons to indirectly connect to the citizens. If Altair wasn’t in control, then the demon will tempt him immediately in shock or confusion.

Altair didn’t, and both of them were relief. Haw says to Maser

“I don’t want to say anything what the city states leaders are suspecting them about”

“It’s already been proven. The east coast had so many examples for the lives of the goblin tribes”

The two quickly focuses on their way out from this mess. Haw holds something on his bag as he is about to pull it out. He didn’t say anything but taps his fingers on Maser’s hand. Going through in this environment is not going to be this easy. While they move along with the man will soon to be possessed.

The mana Altair bears is nothing more extraordinary, and at the same time valuable forms of mana. It is weak, but effective. It is powerful yet empty. Altogether, he is just a man with a gift from the almighty. Maser is trying to think a legend like that makes himself feared for Altair. This legend alone makes him understands a little from the city states leaders. The foundation is the key of their escape. They stop because of the opportunity this world has, from what he heard. With this realization and this power

“In order to that, then it will repeat the cycle . . .”

“Maser focus!” Haw shouts at him

Maser returns to his senses and found where they can see a little clearer or blurry. It starts to get clearer and saw some tech hidden right before them. The archscience tech is trying to disappear but Haw is forced it to appear with his item on him. He casts his mace and throws it, then sends the rest of Altair’s mana to Haw. As the mace hits it, Haw throws a stone slab with it after the impact. The tome is absorbing it, causing around them breaking a mysterious link. The tome reacts again and managed to form a pulsing wave for Altair to gain his UI again.

The pulse pushes Haw away slightly after a successful breach. The light clears as the spirits return to darken the view. Clear enough to see and hear. Another push back where the light diminishes and them see the rest of the room. The room reveals as the goblins are standing off to one another. Altair hides themselves with his barrier as more spirits are passing by.

Altair shushes them “What’s going on with these goblins? I thought they are in the same side”

Haw whispers him back “It’s their nature. That’s all I know”

Stilpok watches the spirits come around him. The same spirits who are with Sork in the challenge. All come here as their voice heard for the first time speaking in their native tongues. The first to speak is the one who used earth ritual from the golem fought Gordon.

He says his name “Pa’Yn?”

A smirk of its slide lips and eyes of dangers will befall. Pa’Yn is the older version of healers. Outdated as there is nothing useful against the better healing aspects of their enemies.

It said to Stilpok “Adapt and restore the forbidden ones. Traditions must be taken away . . .”

He faded away as more want to meet with him.

Drums beating with its feet, the one who dances and fought against Altair and his team. The spirit wields an instrument, a drum, playing with tremendous tunes.

“Dondodom” says its name.

Then turns to new Horde chief as it can see through his magic and whispers

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“Their Kes’thars are weak, even they chant to call us with great enemies. They won’t let us speak our wisdom”

Sad drumming noise as he pleased himself to be gone. Stilpok understands those tones.

“The spirit speaks wisdom? Is there more than that, like Ogit?”

All the spirits around him cheer at the reality “YES!”

The spirit, who is right in front of Stilpok, is trying to tell him what time littles them. It wasn’t the case. They are trying to tell him that the spirits are no one’s side. It is true they are tempted by strong enemies who are go beyond in strength against its race. Among their own, they are all equal to those entice the same ritual and practices. There are no differences among them. A tribe is still a tribe, if they are bigger than their tribe themselves it is called a Horde. A rich view of their prosperity, all in the same kind. This recent Horde is united, not dominated by the true alpha. A chief risen over because no arising tribe obtained the forgotten spirits.

It doesn’t mean an endless war among goblin themselves. It’s because the balance of life is disturbed. Prosperity is where the cycle of life forever flows, eat or be eaten, feast to the highest down to the worms beneath the surface. One life to another must be fed. It is the same goes with the spirits. Because how broken this Horde in Kinteinnou region is. Controlled in order to rebalance to appease the feral, vengeful, and the starving spirits. If none of them are satisfied, the forgotten will return. But they are all sealed away, and here they return, and the cycle must continue.

A goblin spirit comes forth, an appearance is truly from Circoston region. A goblin who is still alive able to contact the new arising Horde chief. He speaks out to Stilpok

“I see wounds and chains on your spirit. Not the spirits around you, but you as a keeper. My callings have been flourished or they did their part well”

“What are you saying? You must be from the other side of the continent”

“Laugh* Not even a single laughter from your spirits too. It is indeed a happy java gob”

Circoston Horde chief stares at the indirect threat. It is like the legends, the chieftains’ gathering. One more is coming.

“You have come this far to see what’s going on. As you have other spirits are siding you are from the layfas, the true tribes of that side of the continent. Although, you possessed more ancient ones. I give no wisdom about them”

“So, all these spirits around me are as not as important. I have been following these forgotten spirits and the ‘metul’ spirits as I received boss status”

“I am sure, you are not ready. But they send you here, no, it’s luck. This is not where you have to go. Remember this, the Horde chiefs are always at war each other. I am here to watch and my spirits brought me here to fulfill the old ways. Know your trials . . .”

The Horde chief fades away as the Circoston spirits gush out all around them. Altair tries to hold his barrier to the best he could.

“What’s going on? Haw, tell what’s going on?”

“Tales we never know, I think we should leave”

“How so?” Maser asks

A rift open, from the beyond of their belief. The room darkens further and reveal what this room is. An ironic memory for Haw’s sight. The rituals in iron, and junks scattered around. Randomly, he bends down and picks up a robotic doll. Merge together with his botic thief on his other hand, it fills itself from a curious metul spirit together as this is what he never would’ve thought to get.

Putting into his bag, and brings out the stone slab again. Gathering the information around him from numerous robots lying around. Cleansing them all refine its appearance turning into looted junks. Haw starts moving back, Maser follows, and Altair readies to go

“Alright, were not going to be involved these goblins anyway”

Altair jolted back as something flies by. A group of goblins falls down from the rift bringing in their spirits. Covered in long sheets to cover from the dust. Their rituals enforced and bewilder from the sense of different spirits as enemies. Provoking and aggressively scenting on their enemy. There they smell it, the spirits from the goblin assassin.

“We found him boss”

“Hey boss, I think we are in their rituals”

“Be cautious you dolts, they are spirits we didn’t know”

“It’s because our spirits never met these guys before”

The Horde chief appeared where the rift reaches to the floor, able for him to walk in instead of dropping down. Haw and his team were able to get into the rift while they busy bickering themselves. Altair watches the last moment as they left the goblin assassin behind. Stilpok sees them go, he raises a thump up and tips his tinfoil bag of chips before they left.

The forgotten spirits warned the new Horde chief “Ready to survive this, mahn. You won’t be seeing the light today as your spirits hide in the night”

“I know that, but why those guys I’m following were allowed to leave? I didn’t have proper conversation with them”

“It’s fine, they brought a witness and fates will begin to move”

“What?”

“You will learn as we will obtain a lair soon”

“Grumbling* All that for nothing”

“Chuckle* Be happy, we are going to leave as flies before the ashes even try to kill us”

“You even not explaining to where I should’ve been to . . .”

The Horde chief hears it all right in front of him. The boyz are ready to charge at Silpok, but he didn’t seem to care. Ogit quickly reacts as he cleanses himself off the curse. The goblin spirit is next to him trying to weaken his intention to kill an opposing chief. Og’sor, a spirit that was involve in Sork’s challenge. Also, the one who fight alongside the ruins against the feral spirits. Its mysterious nature revealed as of why it is here and still maintaining its sickly curses. In this ritual, in this room is revealing of their true powers. The horrendous horrors are gone, showing the simple vision of rituals like boredom and disinterest.

Ogit slashes away the spirit as it returned to Stilpok. Along with the other goblin spirits. Pa’Yn, Dondodom, and Og’sor gathered together and said to the recent Horde chief

“We are the tribes of old, where are the new descendants?”

The boyz come to their Horde chief’s side. But Ogit stops them

“Haha, you boyz think I won’t beat this low tribes. The Horde spirits they may be. You won’t even see them carry the old gitz”

The goblin spirits already know their disadvantages. The spirits here are not compatible without a ritual body. Far ancient than them, and more primitive than the new Horde chief’s spirits. The confidence of their enemy grew obviously.

Stilpok feels his power enraging like there is no balance in the fight he is facing. The forgotten spirits are giving him the rituals, he can’t master yet, with incredible power. No understanding what it is. He traces down to his body for what he can do. As an assassin, he must survive this and hope what will happen next. Ogit tempts Stilpok with his sly voice

“I see you can’t even know the secrets of all these. A vessel that controlled by spirits. Not a lot of boyz imagine why?”

Stilpok remained silence.

“Oh Stab’Bor, I already know your name changed to Stilpok. If you learn about the ancients. The name of the Horde chiefs means something. You have a very ancient name”

Ogit casts his rituals as the roots and vines rose up from the ground in spiritual form. Stilpok easily walks to the side. The boyz see Og’sor stops it by its haunting presence. Slowly casting Ogit’s ritual like it was weak. Dondodom channels its drums quaking the room with musical vibration. Pa’Yn rises a powerful earth ritual. A solid stone goes up to the air and throws at Ogit. Ogit smirks at the throwing stone as it only moves around him. Quickly tries to catch it, but failed. The throwing stone returns to Stilpok as he looks away with his hand stopping it. The stone turned to dust and a pair of daggers on his hands.

Stilpok doesn’t know why he has these daggers made out of stone. There he sees why, Pa’Yn gives him carved daggers. He turns his gaze on the Ogit as he continues casts his roots and vines. Helped by Og’sor’s presence, Stilpok is able to evade it. Where the roots slowly surrounding him, Stilpok runs to the light. Ogit says to his boyz.

“Do you feel it, boyz”

“Yeah boss, the ritual here is divided. The tribes from east coast have annoyed our traces.

“Good . . .”

“They are also the only one who distracting the security, boss”

“Bad . . .”

Ogit never would imagine those goblin spirits are affecting his rituals. He orders them to leave as he must use his spirit.

“. . . Then chase those humiskis we saw earlier”

“But boss . . .”

Then the Horde chief gives them the vision. “Ah yes, boss. We should go now”

Stilpok hiding into the light, as Dondodom knows what spirit Ogit has and warned Stilpok. Stilpok screams at Ogit.

“YOUR SPIRIT, IT IS NOT SHAMANISM!”

Ogit sees his boyz gone and revealed his secret. A gemstone is shown right in front of Stilpok, one blink of light inside. A voice coming out. No goblin spirit inside, but a soul of a human.

“Yawn* You finally wake me. Is your tribe need my help?”

A force of magic bursts away the light. The goblin spirits were easily push away. Causing a dangerous imbalance both the living and the dead. Stilpok is receiving large amounts of rituals because of the gemstone. Soon he realized what it is.

“A soulstone, from the heroes’ faction”

Ogit had done the most forbidden act in shamanism. Possessing the spirit other than their ancestry or kind from their original world. That act alone forces Stilpok to reach into the vision of this vessel.

The Forgotten is finally being allowed to see the vision of the past. Horde chief never dares to get the vision unless the imbalance is beyond of the world had go against them. That soulstone alone, a gemstone contains a human spirit or soul makes the spirits endanger the use demonic magic. A willing soul to give into the demon can create these stones. Only to use against by the users freely. Ogit never once show frustration to face Stilpok as he knows that he can’t beat him that made the spirits gone. A legend told that it would end the goblin spirits. A human spirit still possessing its power when it was alive and powerful than shamanism itself.

Stilpok got struck from Ogit’s punch. “You think twice of looking at the past, Stab’Bor. Your enemy is right here”

Stilpok walks back triggered from the powerful punch, the same strength from the citizen. After that shock, another punch lands on his gut. Ogit’s fist feels the pain of metal bouncing on his fist. A strong metul ritual made Ogit’s hand bleed.

“AH! You can’t even bypass this ancient spirit”

The gemstone responds “We are in its ritual. No, we need to get him before the ritual starts”

“You know what’s going to happen”

“NOW! Koiich is not blocking the Jigeram’s light”

The Horde chief didn’t understand, but he knew he must end this new Horde chief before he will arise to attest his rights. Where the goblin spirits no longer will help Stilpok, he is not going to die that easily. Ogit starts charging at him, using only humanoid like skills. While Stilpok uses the techniques most goblins used for many generations. A swing from Ogit’s fist, and the first hit misses. It wasn’t for long as Ogit starts kicking to the side. He lands a hit as Stilpok wobble away. The strength that matches the citizen’s abilities. His eyes can’t see straight as numerous hits keep coming.

Stilpok’s rituals casts away to move as he heals. Ogit chases him like a boxer to keep landing his punches. Then send a lot kicks when he reaches a certain distance. Later, he tries to grab him but Stilpok’s rituals are getting stronger and able to evade him. He tried to counter him but stops at the moment he got hit again. A strain of his muscles ached and the bruise burst inside as his internal organ. His rituals are trying to put themselves together trying to keep him standing and evade as much as possible.

The gemstone noticed the faults “This goblin is resisting all the lethal hits”

“It’s because the spirits won’t let him die”

The human spirit thought so, but it starts to learn more and remember more. It starts to remember this vessel. It never recognized it because it is truly belonged to the Demons’ faction. It looks around again that this is indeed the enemies’ shamanism. After a serious thinking, there is more than just being savaged. The human spirit wants to stop him

“It’s better we shouldn’t be fighting like this”

“What?! You want me to let him go”

“I wasn’t . . .”

Ogit ignores the gemstone as it starts not using its powers.

The forgotten spirits see the opportunity and said “Great, the Horde chief is slowly ignoring the power of the false ones. Hang on until the time has come”

The moment the spirits finished speaking. The last kick on the head flies Stilpok to his agonizing pain and dragging his beaten to pulp face on the floor.

“Oof! Even without those annoying laughter, why am I continue to beat up like this?”

He stares at Ogit and understands why. Those attacks are neither shamanistic nor ritualized, it was enhanced by the human spirit. It is clear to see at the back as the presence of the human spirit shows godlike powers. Stilpok wonders about goblin gods, but there are spirits in his minds.

No matter how beaten he is, the ritual grew stronger anyway. Stilpok barely made it out as he is completely healed but the negative effects remained. Ogit can’t seem to finish him off. He is in the opposing ritual, with the human spirit at his side balanced out the forgotten spirit’s. Because of how imbalance it was, and thankfully so because that’s how they survive the demon’s control. If he timed right, to kill his opposing rival, he must kill him before all the rituals he mastered.

“Are you sure?” The gemstone asks

“Do you have any bright ideas?”

“I have, we must use your true powers”

Ogit hesitated, if he dared to reveal it now. The city states will know the return of the Heroes’ Faction. The surviving heroes will not be happy that he is the one who will expose them. Their rival demons will not die and sealed away as they will return. They waited this long when the summoning is return. Although, the Horde chief have already found out they were summoned by the heroes. Too afraid whether these otherworlders are truly summoned by him because of how his Horde treated harshly. They will be sacrificed like those traitors before him.

That thinking made him enrage and recklessly uses his true power. Human spirit unleashes the goblin’s ritual. Engulf by spiritual essence from the human being’s soul. The strength of once lived cast down on him, to finally end this imbalance law that the spirits are trying to do. The law breaks, the mortal death is emerging. The rituals around this room faded away into the void. It tells Stilpok to evade the last attack, never endure it. Struggling to stand up as he looks up the diving Horde chief breaking the law of shamanism. The cycle is over, the destruction to extinction is coming, and the end is here.

The robotic parts left behind disappears into the void. Ogit doesn’t care of his fate anymore, even it will reveal the return of the heroes. Raging down to his new rival, Stilpok can’t dodge it. He froze by the sheer force of the human spirit holding him still. The protection of the imbalance is gone. Thrown away as Stilpok’s spirits broke away. His eyes felt betrayed, it was too soon. A collision reaches to him, but Ogit was stopped by the Circoston’s Horde chief. Protecting Stilpok from the unstoppable end, the Circoston Horde chief sacrifices his existence inside the vessel showing the spirit within the Kes’thar.

The doll revealed itself to be nothing but a metal box. Sparks of electricity coming out from it, leaving the vessel forces to act now. The room’s ceiling opened. The entire vessel opens itself to the fall of the Jigeram’s light. Rays down to all who are in the vessel, destroying all spirits bringing their bodies there. The robots restored from the outside have dive down to end the intruders. The Horde chiefs fallen by the strong light. They look up as the Jigeram is above them. The true center pillar of light, the showers of all of its particles right on top of them.

The vessel begins to repair itself. Reinforcing its defense and the secrets it holds. Reconceal everything that was aged in such a poor condition. It creates a vortex to siphon down the greatest healing to all stones and ores. It brings too with the death of all living and biomatter. The purpose of its coming to the surface is revealed. All have awe to see the advance archscience tech fully restoring by only the Jigeram’s light. Down to the ritual room where the spirits are mend well to the light. Metul spirits are awaken and its rituals removed, without them knowing as it readies to fight Ogit.

They turn to see the merged spirits, between the forgotten and the metul, and where they see Ogit shielded them together with his human spirit barrier. The metul spirits pushes away, collecting themselves as they shoved to the corners. Stilpok is trapped and nowhere to evade too. The Horde chief said to the goblin assassin

“I reveal this power to you not because of being my enemy, but to see whether those spirits came back”

“Spirits? I have only mine and two kinds I barely knew”

The human spirits didn’t react. It’s kind of odd for Stilpok to tell the truth. The deceptive nature of the goblins shouldn’t be explaining like that. Or maybe he is wrong. Maybe there is a goblin with that kind of mystery to it. Besides, all of them are not related in the original world. Ogit let the human spirit takes the strike. The human spirit rose again like an armored guardian angel ready swoop his spear to the new Horde chief. Stilpok wonders the previous Horde chiefs also fell to him realizing he is no longer took part of shamanism. He guesses he is going to see it. Ogit says his farewell

“See you in the other side”