The forces from the Node 5 Fonlands, who had been recruited from across the multiverse, arrived to Talj for a confrontation. After gathering on the Red Mountains of Eel, the large group of beings traveled deep into space to confront the enemy known as the Pito.
“I know that woman,” the Halfyn Heir says casually as he flies next to Ali. They are in the void of space and communicate using the helmets from the ships of the Masters of the Universe that they navigated to this sad battle front. It is as though a wall of blackness encroaches on all of space before them and everything behind the wall is black, wrapped in mycelium that either consumes or corrupts it. The black wall follows the Warriors, the Pito in a perfect line in space and seemingly pulling the black wall forward at their heels. Each Warriors leads legions of corruption that will surround anything exposed to the darkness and for anything that chooses to resist, the Pito are there to force them into the darkness. It wasn’t always like this, Ali remembered. When the Pito first came, they only corrupted the Bludonians of the planet Bludon and Ali only confronted them when they tried to conquer Earth. But that was a long time ago now and in that time, the Pito have consumed enough of this existence that they are able to warp reality as they do to create this wall of sheer destruction and death.
“Her, there, the dark woman bringing death at us,” the Heir says.
“How do you know her?” Ali asks.
“She is Tara, Namer of the Dead, or she looks like the Tara that I know. She is a fearsome necromancer with no respect for any but herself. If she is corrupted as a Pito, she must be truly base.”
“Let’s see what we can do against her,” Ali suggests. “What does she do?”
“She can kill living tissue with a touch, she is an Asid spitter, so it is best to avoid touching her.”
“How do we beat her if we can’t touch her?” Ali asks with exasperation.
“We don’t, most likely, I have never known the Namer of the Dead to be defeated in a battle like the one we hoped to wage. I can use my knowledge of elemental magic to contain her, but I will need magical assistance. Do you wield magic?”
“I use arcane knowledge to enhance my fighting abilities. The Weris Sharp trained me to withstand poisons and as a result of my training, all moisture produced by my body is toxic to the touch. But that isn’t very helpful against acid.”
“Asid, I’m not sure what acid is, but you’re right.”
Ali gives the Heir a look of confusion then activates the voice command of his helmet to speak with Pultine, the commander of this mission in Talj.
“What can I do for you, Ali?” Pultine asks.
“The Halfyn Heir recognizes the Pito we are flying to engage. It is possible that we are not the best suited to encounter it. Is it possible for us to pool our knowledge of the Pito we see, maybe we recognize a multiversal version and we can increase our chances of success.”
Pultine sends a message to all of the forces and all of the mmoatia, including Ahdis and Tracia, use their mental ability to instantly share the entire force’s assessment of the Pito that they approach along the neat line in front of the bleak wall. Pultine also shares a plan with all of the combatants, a strategy for engaging the Pito that doesn’t involve everyone attacking at once, but wielders of black magic using their power to slowly cover the Pito while others engage them in battle. Pultine believes that the black magic users can weaken the mental capacity of the Pito because of the powers of the 4Warrior known as Nwa Wa, but this can only be confirmed if the Pito are covered in black magic that Nwa Wa can seize.
The configurations of the force reconfigures and continue on their path to confront the Pito. Ali and the Halfyn Heir continue to the Tara Pito, but are joined by Adofo, the Golden Executioner who is not immune to acid, but it works very slowly on him.
When the Heir, Ali, and Adofo are close enough to engage the Tara Pito she speaks to them and they are all surprised that they can hear her in the void of space. Her voice is eerie, like it broadcasts over a radio signal that is occasionally interrupted.
“Resistence is futile,” the Pito says from an open mouth that does not move. The body of the Tara Pito is a sickly green with veins of black snaking all around her exposed flesh. All of the Pito wear the same very sparse clothing that flows like robing and leaves little to the imagination.
When the Tara Pito speaks words, a green-black substance issues from its mouth, blobs that float around her, between Ali, the Heir and Adofo. Adofo moves first and pushes through the green-black substance that causes his armor to smoke and seemingly foam. He moves completely through it and is met with a fist from Tara that knocks him back into the acid that is slowly eating through the space suit.
As Adofo engages Tara, Ali concentrates. He didn’t realize it before, but he’d acquired black magic from his time with the Weris Sharp and his newfound colleagues asked that he use it to fulfill Pultine’s plan. Only, he can’t use it in the way that he is used to, namely by punching things very hard.
“Do what I do,” the Halfyn Heir says. “I will show you a Direction formation that I know well.” The Heir raises a hand and the three middle digits are straight up, his thumb and pinky are bent at the knuckles and the tips of them point toward the Tara Pito. When be does this, lighting pops and sparks at his palm and then shoots out in a thick, jagged bolt at Tara who is shocked by the power and recoils in pain as Adofo continues to punch and dodge acid that floats space.
Ali tries to replicate the Direction formation and even matching the position of the Heir’s hand doesn’t produce anything.
“It is a Direction formation,” the Heir explains as he maintains the power bolt of lightning from his palm. “It does nothing but direct your power. You have to conjure the magic that the Weris taught you. Think about it, hold it in your mind or where ever the sensation of it occurs in your body…”
“My fists,” Ali says.
The Heir nods. “Feel the power I’m your hands as you do when you fight with those techniques and once it is there where you are familiar with it, use the Direction formation to direct it where you want it to go.”
Ali concentrates and both his hands begin to smolder like they were heating up. Then he did the Direction formation with one hand and a streak of black energy whizzed from the palm of his hand and splattered into the garment that Tara wore.
“Nice,” the Heir says and he takes off in the direction of Tara and Adofo hoping to relieve the Executioner who has sustained a lot of damage to his armor, but luckily he doesn’t need to breathe and can survive the void of space. “Pultine said to cover with the black magic, so keep it up. We got this.”
Ali is excited by the new spellcasting skill and he is happy to report to the others that their battle against the Pito is going very well.
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