Chapter 5: Unwanted guest

Chapter 5: Unwanted guest

Isolated world barrier

The commander's ship, the "Celestial Fury", emerged from the depths of space, its engines burning bright as it approached the Iluniverse. The crew was on high alert, their eyes fixed on the viewscreen as the Iluniverse came into view. It was a swirling vortex of energy, a kaleidoscope of colors that seemed to shift and writhe like a living thing.

"Begin charging the planetary cannons," the commander ordered, his voice firm and resolute. "We will start with a low-level blast, and gradually increase the intensity until we breach the Iluniverse."

The crew sprang into action, their fingers flying across the control panels as they worked to charge the cannons. The ship hummed with energy, the air thickening with anticipation as the crew waited for the order to fire.

"Fire at will," the commander said finally, his voice calm and detached. The ship shuddered as the cannons fired, a blast of energy shooting out into the Iluniverse. The vortex seemed to shudder, its colors flashing brighter as the energy washed over it.

The commander watched intently, his eyes fixed on the viewscreen as the Iluniverse began to glow with an otherworldly light. "Increase the intensity," he ordered, his voice firm. "We need to create a stable breach."

The crew complied, the cannons firing again and again as the Iluniverse began to writhe and twist under the onslaught. The ship shuddered and groaned, its engines straining to keep up with the demand for energy. But the commander remained calm, his eyes fixed on the viewscreen as the Iluniverse slowly began to yield to their assault.

Earth

Heritage orphanage

Ini walked to the communal kitchen, his thirst parched from a long morning of chores. He picked up a cup of water from the counter, expecting it to be cool and refreshing. But as he raised it to his lips, he was surprised to find that it was hot. He frowned, checking the cup to see if it had been left near the stove. But it was nowhere near the heat.

Shrugging, Ini decided to grab a cup of water from the tap instead. He filled a new cup and took a refreshing sip. He found out it was at normal room temperature. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if the pipes were playing up again. Maybe it was just the sun's strange angle, he thought, and dismissed it as a minor anomaly.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, a commotion broke out. A small boy, no more than 8 years old, let out a loud wail as he clutched his hand in agony. His playmate, a boy of similar age, looked on in horror, tears welling up in his own eyes. The nun who had been watching over them rushed over, concern etched on her face. "What happened?" she asked, as she examined the injured boy's hand.

But as she looked at the boy's hand, she was baffled. There was no visible sign of bruise or a cut. And yet, the boy was clearly in pain. The nun's expression turned stern upon seeing the boys disfigured arm. she scolded the boys for playing too rough. "You must be more careful," she said, as she led the injured boy away to tend to his wound. The boys looked at each other, confused and a little scared. They knew they hadn't been playing rough, and they couldn't understand why their friend's hand had suddenly broken.

As the day went on, more small anomalies occurred. A book fell off a shelf in the library, even though no one had touched it. A bird flew into a window, as if it had suddenly lost its sense of direction. And a cook in the kitchen found that a pot of soup had somehow boiled over, even though she had been watching it carefully. People shrugged and muttered about coincidence, but Ini couldn't shake the feeling that something strange was going on.

Iluniverse

Dr. Elyria's voice was laced with concern as she addressed the commander. "Sir, I'm afraid we're not making much progress. The barrier is repairing itself at an alarming rate, even with our maximum intensity blast."

The commander's expression turned grim. "How long can we sustain this level of fire?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the viewscreen, where the Iluniverse continued to writhe and twist.

Dr. Elyria hesitated. "We can sustain it for a short period, sir. But I'm afraid it's not going to be enough. The barrier is simply too resilient."

The commander's gaze turned to Dr. Elyria. "Is the crack big enough to send a slave through?" he asked, his voice firm.

Dr. Elyria nodded. "Yes, sir. The crack is stable enough for a slave to pass through. But I must warn you, sir, the barrier is still repairing itself. We can't guarantee how long the crack will remain open."

The commander's expression turned cold. "Make it stable enough for a slave," he ordered, his voice firm. "We'll send one through and see what happens."

Dr. Elyria nodded, her eyes fixed on the viewscreen. "Yes, sir. We'll do our best to stabilize the crack."

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After several tense moments, Dr. Elyria finally announced that the passage was stable. "We've done it, Commander," she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "The crack is large enough for a slave to pass through."

The commander's expression turned thoughtful. "Which slave should we send?" Dr. Elyria asked, her eyes seeking his. The commander waved his hand dismissively. "The soft slaves are all the same. They've been brainwashed to do our bidding. No, we'll send a Rykon."

Dr. Elyria's eyes widened slightly. "A Rykon, sir? But they're so...unpredictable. even when brain washes they tend to be.....violent." The commander's expression turned cold. "That's exactly why we'll send one. Their low magical energy makes them less likely to be affected by the Iluniverse's energy. And their physical strength will come in handy if they encounter any...obstacles."

The Rykon, a towering creature that stood at an impressive 30 meters tall, was led to the passage. Its bull-like body was covered in thick, scaly skin, and its eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire. It's nose has a large golden ring which complimented his golden earrings, necklace and bangles. The only piece of cloth it wore was a traditional shirt of its raise leaving it shirtless.

The commander's voice was firm as he gave the Rykon its orders. "Go, conquer the planet. Make its inhabitants submit to our will. And find the Asthrax. It will make our work easier."

With a deafening roar, the Rykon charged through the passage, its massive body disappearing into the swirling energy of the Iluniverse. The commander watched it go, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "It's done," he said, turning to Dr. Elyria. "Now all we have to do is wait."

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