The moment that Faith laid down the Oasis beneath them, something shifted in the air. Jasper would feel it in a potent release of ephemeral energies. All around them, if he indulged his spirit sight, it would nearly blind him in that moment. Yet something compelled him to give in. It was his choice whether to turn on his spiritual sight. Eldloga had no opinion to venture on that matter, neither to object nor to encourage. He seemed to be in the throes of ephemeral overload.
As the heartbeat reverberated through the chamber, Faith, Padraig, and Jasper alike would hear a voice between their ears. Like a palpitation out of the rhythm of the Heart they'd previously heard, it would echo through their minds.
I am Strong,
You are Weak.
The Aukari that were left, besides the dead royal guard, all were of a mind about what to do. While they were impressed by this show of power by Faith, they were more frightened of how Faldrun would punish them should their failure reach his ears. The Commander brandished his burning blade, and caressed it with a master level stroke of magic. It burned with the brightness of the sun, and the power of the Al'deum mark. At that moment, there was little that could extinguish the flaming brand he bore before himself. When Faith turned her back on them, and began to walk over toward the spot where the Royal Couple were held, she'd find the Dragonlings hissed and retreated, sly in their movements and circling around toward the shadows. Their amethyst eyes shone with untold malice.
The Aukari Commander led the charge, and was met as expected by a blast of powerful water. Yet he held his blade in front of him, the combined deference and heat of the sword burning away at the water, creating a mist of steam. Water poured all around, hitting the other Aukari full in the chest, leaving him alone on his feet, struggling against the elemental fury of Lovalus.
The water trickled all along the ground, soaking it, and scouring the blood of the fallen. It trickled into grooves in the stonework, which followed along in an intricate network of siphons all around the floor.
You Have Blood in Plenty,
But I am the One Who Bled.
Faith could reach through the flesh leftover from the dragonling's afterbirth. There appeared to be a series of releases that needed to be figured out, through their link, Faith would easily be able to communicate the complex machinery to Padraig. Eldloga called to Jasper then, and spoke, "Guard them, Augur. My friendly fire shall keep the Castaway Heart at bay... Hold my Aspergillum to the ceiling."
Now, Ephemeral Waters kick up the filth of ages, Sacrifices of the Long and New Dead.
A growling resumed from deep beyond the stone chamber. In each of the party's mind's eye, they could see a glowing red fissure, which appeared to be a wound almost, in the chest of a great scaled beast.
I Awaken with the Stench
of the Conquerer's Grandspawn on my nostrils.
Cierel's Get was wise to snatch him away.
Before their eyes, flashed scenes of the battle that Varlum was participating in. Just moments here or there, nothing to give an opinion of how the fight was going, but the general thrust of Varlum fighting alongside Faldrun.
In my Inevitable Hunger, I Would glut myself
upon the very Bones of Idalos had she not.
The ground shook, as the party busied themselves about the task. Still the Commander raged and raged against the blast of water, creating more furious blasts of steam. They scalded his hands as he fought against it, but he was not able to make a footfall closer to Faith's position.
As it is, my kindred shall sup on the creations of his offspring.
The following words were for Faith alone, which by their link Padraig also picked up on. And she would find the royal couple beneath them, in a small latch that separated them by stone. All she needed do was lift the slat, to see what was beneath.
Scurry now, Slaveflesh, to unshackle Slaveflesh.
Slaveflesh is what it is, whether it wears velvet, silver, gold, or roughspun.
The Royal Couple. What Intoxicating Naivety.
And there below them, a great mound of fused flesh, of a woman and a man, their clothes weaving in and out of the folds of fatty flesh. They cried in unison, screaming. The two Biqaj were flush with silver blood, which pumped through great arteries. But inside of it all, inside those folds of flesh, Faith could perceive something that was untouched by the foul magic of it all. A babe, innocent and perfect, yet uncorrupted by the evils that surrounded her. She was within reach, Faith needed only to slip her hands through those accursed folds of arcanically corrupted, living meat.
Yet all around them, the water continued to kick up the blood of age-old sacrifices. Like finely aged wine, it fed Deabrutoa.
The Dragonlings struck then, against the Aukari that had fallen by the wayside. Their wounds spurted flame into the mouths of the Dragonlings, gouts of fiery blood. Yet they seemed to enjoy it as they would any meal. Strangely, the waters of Lovalus didn't attack them. Why?
This is their Nature, to Sup on the weak.
Nature is Red in Tooth and Claw...
Feed for Me my Children.