Lord Srox had been going through the candidate listing. She wanted to find someone to help her squad out in communications.After going through almost all of the files, she stopped on the last one. The daughter of Read Admiral Melz Akeim. She opened her file and went over all the details. "What do we have here..." she mumbled to herself. She went over the talents, the techniques, and the cybernetic implants this girl had went through. "I want her, send word to Lieutenant Junior Grade Raylene Akeim. I want her here at Station Xouliv. I want her reporting in 0800 hours." Lord Srox said to the Warrant Officer. The Warrant Officer Saluted and ran off. She knew this girl would be valuable to the squad. She would also be valuable to the next weapons development. She got up and walked out, Gordon Malik had been waiting for her. "My Lord, all plans are going smoothly and the production of the weapon has begun. With your last orders being followed and other personal that you have asked to arrival will come as ordered." Lord Srox nodded her head," I think you Malik, begin proceedings to focus our next Armada towards the Demons,we wait on their next move." Gordon Malik bowed his head, "My Lord", he said as he walked off to do his duties.

Lord Srox walked down the hallway. She had much on her mind. The lack of assistance on the Demonic front has bothered her greatly. She had called forth the Grand Marshal Wyatt Graydon to service outside the Void. She knew he would arrive soon at Spire. She stopped and looked through a window. Within the window, two massive ships were being built. Just the "skeleton" of the ships but the engines had been completed. The probes and drones hovered around the pieces. Sparks flew everywhere while the ship s under construction. She had also called work for either Elias or Zanya to come to the station. Either one would do as she had sparked interest with Zanya. She felt as if the magic within the girl could be of use. "maybe" she mumbled to herself. Lord Srox waited for the child of Melz to show up. Until then, she never took her eyes off of the ship. She removed her hood and let her black hair fall on her shoulders. Letting out a large sigh, she couldn't help think of the lives that could have been saved.

Raylene would be in her bunk when, through the Code Network, she would receive the message stating that she would be reassigned to Station Xouliv and requesting her to report before Lord Srox. Being reassigned at a moment's notice wasn't all that big a shock to Raylene, seeming to do it every few months or so. Go to a fleet here, report to a planet there. The interesting part was in the 'who'. This was equal parts empowering and surprising to Raylene, figuring that she was simply a forgotten and stagnant asset to The Nypherian Empire at this point. To be summoned before Lord Srox carries with it only a scant few possibilities; with the worst case scenario being pretty grim for Raylene and the best case being that her skills might be being put to better use than they are currently.

The prospects of what the summon means doesn't really matter for Raylene's decision, she would be there regardless of the outcomes before her. She gathers up her personal effects and projects, setting about being on the next transport over to Station Xouliv, her rank allowing her a rather comfortable seat for the trip through space. She'd spend the time browsing through the Code Network, both for further ideas on what she was working on in her spare time as well as to look for hints on what the summons could possibly indicate.

Upon arrival at Station Xouliv, Raylene would unpack only the bare minimum she needed to get through the night and sleeping early, in order to wake up earlier and fully refresh herself so she is looking her absolute best for her encounter with Lord Srox. On her way to Lord Srox herself, Raylene would begin to feel a little bit of butterflies in her stomach, feeling a touch overwhelmed by what was about to transpire as both her destination and the time, 0800, drew nearer. She would be prompt; though that would be expected of just about every soldier.

Zanya marched down one of Xouliv station's hundreds of hallways, casually tossing a ball of plasma in her hand. Ever since the recent invasion of the darkness, Zanya had noticed her magical power has returned to some degree. She attributed it's return to some kind of stress reaction due to being surrounded without support, but that didn't change the fact that it had returned. An essential part of a Sigren's being was magic after all. The nature of Zanya's magic bothered her, though. It wasn't nearly as instinctive as it had been before. Now, the magic appeared more refined and made out of the stuff in her current universe. It also wasn't anywhere near her natural strength. Everything about it was so confusing and frustrating. Zanya entered a firing range to cool her head.

At first, Zanya relied on her dual pistols and cybernetic eyes. Instantly locking on and hitting each target with a perfect bullseye the moment it dropped from the ceiling. Pulse after pulse, Zanya destroyed each target. Yet it somehow felt unfulfilling, the returned magic still itched, begging to be used again. She sighed and holstered her pistols and outstretched her arms. Magic powers flowed down Zanya's arms and pooled into her palms, manifesting as bolts of plasma. They weren't any stronger than her pistols, but destroying targets with her newly rediscovered magic felt so much more satisfying.

Lord Srox smiled one more time before she turned away. She walked towards the meeting place for Raylene Akeim. She walked into the room and locked eyes with her. She motioned her to follow. "I seen your track record Lieutenant. I am impressed. I have a new opportunity for you and I have also have a request. First things first, in here we are building a new ship.Highly advanced technology that needs someone of your talents to make sure the code is perfected. Our last ship had issues with the code and we need you to perfect it." they walked down the hallway and stopped at a window. Through the window, the skeleton of the large ship could be seen. Only the engines had been completed. "The second thing I wanted to talk to you about is the new position you will be taking. Communications officer for a squad I will be leading. The squad will be traveling the galaxy fighting the Demons and the Asmodian threat." as they walked, they finally came into the shooting range.

lord Srox looked at Zanya. "You're here. Good, come with me. We have much to discuss, Zanya."

Raylene stands at attention and salutes Lord Srox when she enters the room, though is quickly derailed by the rather informal gesture for her to follow, lowering her hand with a bit of confusion and quickly moving over to Lord Srox to follow behind her. She'd heard the odd whisper every now and then that Lord Srox wasn't one for formalities; yet it experiencing it first-hand still surprised her, used to the structure that being formal provided. Questions popped into her mind. Was this first gesture a sign that there were no formalities here? Would there be formal interaction coming up? Would staying formal be insulting? Would being informal be insulting? Without structure leaves only uncertainty.

Raylene listens along idly as her thoughts stream through her head, being jarred back into the conversation when Srox stops at the window and leaves a pause in the conversation, as if expecting a response. "Uh." Raylene starts off, forcing her thoughts to take a back seat briefly. "Thank you, Lord Srox." She pauses for a moment, before quickly adding in afterwards, "For both, the praise and the opportunity. I won't make the same mistakes as my predecessor." This job sounded like a good change of pace, something for her to sink her teeth into that would help the Empire in a far more meaningful manner than simply relaying communications between troops. She resumes pace behind Srox when she begins moving again.

But; speak of the devil and he shall apear. The second job was more business as usual, at least so it seemed on the surface. Being a communications officer for a squad directly under Lord Srox's control? Even if the job was ultimately the same, the stakes would no doubt be higher; and to be personally selected meant that she was moving up in the world. Did her mother have any hand in influencing this decision, or was it entirely because of her skill? Furthermore, why would their leader be forming a personal squad, instead of going down through the chain of command? She dares not ask these questions, still not exactly sure where she stands with the issue of formality between them. Under normal circumstances, asking such questions would not be a wise move. Showing her compliance and eagerness would be for the best.

"I am delighted you have selected me to be the communications officer for your squad, Lord Srox."

With each pulse of magic through her arm, Zanya felt her strength waning. Yet her newly returned magical power felt like ecstasy. In fact, Zanya was starting to feel as if her plasma bolts were far more accurate than the pistols she'd been using just a second ago. Maybe not quite as powerful or useful, but more accurate all the same, which called for more practice.

The pings of plasma pulses off the holographic targets masked the noise of the Firing Range's door opening. Zanya didn't realize the presence of two more people before a woman spoke up. Stating that they had much to discuss. Zanya jumped to attention and performed a hasty salute in the direction of the new entries. One of whom appeared to be a communications officer, and the other being Lord Srox herself.

"I'm sorry Lord Srox, I hadn't realized you entered," Zanya said breathlessly. Nervous sweat joined the sheen covering her forehead as she dropped the salute and began to follow Lord Srox. "What is it you wished to discuss with me, Lord Srox." Zanya asked.

They walked through the hallways away from the gun range. "Since your abilities in magic have been growing slowly. You have been labeled as a magic user. Thus, you're more valuable. Like the Lieutenant here, she has skills in managing billions of Nypherian code at a time. Your tenacity in conflict and now your growing talent in magic, opens new doors for you. I am reassigning you to my squad. I will begin training you in magic, Void Magic. Within time, you will be considered a Void Lord. Our Squad will be on the front lines against the Demons and the Asmodians. If you're going to be on the front lines, you might run into Anu Mau. I need you at your best."

They continued down the hallway and turned towards the engineering bay. The same ship Lord Srox had already shown the Lieutenant."There will be four of these ships made and we're going to be in one of them. It will be our flagship. Raylene here, will be helping the coding of the ship. Our last large ship had a lot of coding errors. Once the ship is complete, we will be on the front lines fighting the enemy.". She turned and looked at both of them. "There is one more who is within our squad. He is a mercenary. A paid man to do direct work with us. He won't be here today but he will be here once the ball gets rolling."

Raylene briefly takes in the sight of Zanya, processing her from head to toe. It's unusual that she gets to meet directly with the people she will be working with, usually only needing to be in close proximity with her commanding officer to relay information sent over the code network.

When Raylene is informally introduced to Zanya, she would offers Zanya a soft nod of her head. There would be time for them later to introduce themselves to each other more thoroughly; for now she didn't want to interrupt Lord Srox, continuing to let her talk until there is a very obvious break.

The word of a mercenary joining their ranks was a small cause of alarm for Raylene; not particularly trusting of those outside the Empire. It's something she wants to inquire about, though she needs to word her delivery properly lest she be seen as questioning Lord Srox. "I assume this mercenary can be trusted to keep variables at a minimum. Minimization of variables is key for success." Raylene states, hinting at her underlying concern without overtly asking it.

Zanya frowned under a mask of neutrality. Her magical prowess was basically nonexistent compared to what it had been before the accident that cost her eyes. There certainly had to be far more skilled or powerful soldiers in the Nypherian empire who would be a good fit for Lord Srox's new squad. A famous intelligence officer such as Raylene would be far more valuable in the field than Zanya could hope to be. Her talents chiefly lay in sniping and maybe a bit of lucky calls in command of a squadron or two.

They arrived at a massive construction bay with four warships being built. By now, Zanya had gotten used to the sheer scale of warship the Nypherians utilized. They continued to shock her, but Zanya had gotten used to hiding her shock and awe emotions. Then Lord Srox said there would be a mercenary in their group as well.

"Are you sure about that decision," Zanya replied, "A mercenary's loyalty is with money, not our cause. What is there to stop him from stabbing us in the back thanks to a higher bid?"

" The mercenary will only have access to limited technology and resources. He will not get access to Nypherian technology or our facilities. I only trust that he can get the job done. He will only be there during planet sweeps against the Asmodians."

They had a point, that she will not deny. She had no intentions of having this mercenary fully join the Empire. He never seemed the type to only work for one group. She had every intention of keeping an eye on him. She had also heard rumors he wanted to create his own mercenary group. During the Asmodian conflict, that would be beneficial. However, after the war, that would be a problem and the Empire would soon have to beef up their defenses. She never had too much faith in Mercenaries as they only cared for themselves and the biggest payout.

Even if they wanted to "stab" the Empire in the back, it would cost them their lives. As they made their way into the construction chambers. Lord Srox watched the probes fly around and fully construct the ship. With their speed and quickness in construction, the ship began to take shape. "We will be getting ready for a Dominion on a system. After Vice Admiral Koff is done on, Scorix. I will have you both be ready for the attack on another Asmodian outpost on the system of Abiri. There, we will hunt down and kill the lead General that our captive, Thoth has told us about."

Raylene is learning much from the interaction between Lord Srox and Zanya; most notably how direct Zanya was with the concern and the fact that Lord Srox responded to the concern with reasoning, instead of offhandedly demanding the two of them to trust her judgement. Perhaps she really could afford to be a little looser around Lord Srox than her first impression.

The ship itself has Raylene's secondary attention, glancing to it for a few moments to quickly take it in. It is particularly neat to see such a thing being built in person; though she would be able to learn far more about it through the code network later, though in the back of her mind was a child-like glee knowing that she'd soon be contributing directly to such a task.

Soon, her attention falls back to Lord Srox. "I could, if I may, spend that time between now and then studying everything of relevance and use it to compile a detailed briefing for you and the squad, for you to formulate a plan of attack from." Raylene offers Lord Srox. "I would require access to all appropriate information." She requests, stoically. To be able to offer more valuable support would be a remarkably good hobby.

Even if the mercenary wasn't to be trusted under any circumstances, Zanya still wasn't comforted. Surely any of the more talented cybernetics or warrant officers were better suited to the task of fighting in Lord Srox's personal squad. At least the Nypherian Empire had more than enough money to ensure such a mercenary never fell into enemy hands, especially if he was  a decent one without familial ties. She dropped the thought. All of it would only matter if the mercenary started pointing his guns in the wrong direction, after which he would instantly be slaughtered. The prospect of attacking the Asmodians sounded promising, however.

"Sounds great mi- uh, Srox," Zanya responded, "Though I fail to see how my magic will help you against the Asmodians. My own magic is extremely weak, it will pose no threat to them." Zanya had to admit, the prospect of being able to retrain magic was extremely appealing, especially under a talented teacher such as Lord Srox. Though her current ability was virtually nonexistent compared to even the most basic of Sigren warriors.

"You may have access to any and all information regarding this ship and the current mission plans. We need you to have any and all strategies within the upcoming missions. " she said towards Raylene. She handed her a hologram pad that held many pieces of information. The information had everything listed about the ship. These included the coded network, panned weapon placements, and upgraded armor. It also listen Haven technology that has been given to the Nypherian Empire and how it has changed the current technology.

The missions were also on the pad. This had the upcoming planned attack on the system of Abiri. The system that is close by to Scorix. The orders were to invade and "clean" the planet. Make it livable for Void Citzens. "Now, Zanya, you have the magic ability and I will bring it out. We will train daily and make sure you're ready to fight the Asmodians and possibly Void Lord Anu Mau himself. Lieutenant Raylene will send information to us while we're on the battlefield. Make note, there is one more person we might enlist. He is the first Ex-Nypherian Master Sergent in history. You should know him by his code name, Groff 3B155. His new name is Mox Larrs, Mercenary."

Raylene accepts the hologram pad with her left hand, using her right hand to reach up to the back of her head, pulling a small cable out from herself. She threads the cable through a couple of small loops on the side of her shirt before plugging it into the pad to interface directly with it, moving to place the pad into the pocket of her pants on the same side she'd threaded the cable. This way, the cable wouldn't be accidentally caught on anything and yanked out of the pad. The pad would remain dormant, her mind able to scan through the information at a much faster rate than if she had traditionally read the information on the pad. She could still maintain eye contact with Lord Srox and Zanya as needed this way and much better keep her focus on them.

At the mention of Groff 3B155, Raylene looks him up in the code network to immediately know what she'll be dealing with, responding as soon as that pad is dropped into her pocket. "Groff 3B155; Ex-Nypherian Cybernetic and Master Sergeant. 532 years of age. Notable for his numerous small operations against Asmodian forces and facilities during his time spent in service. Also notable for stealing Nypherian technology with alarming frequency since leaving the Nypherians to become a mercenary. I agree his experience may be an asset, though I feel it would be equally beneficial to study his former tactics rather than hire him." Raylene states. "It seems highly likely that he would steal more of our technology while we are not looking."

Nim bit her lip nearby the doorway as she decided whether she should enter the room or not. Lord Srox wad inside, which deeply scared her. She didn't like being in the presence of such powerful people, especially since she was a new low ranking officer. She stared at the patch on her uniform that told that she was Warrant Officer Grade One. She tried not to pick at the fabric and concentrated on the floor. She had seen her commanding officer walk pass her and had dutifully saluted her but she was too scared to address her Lord. Then she stopped walking.

Okay, I'm tired of being a baby. This isn't a kids job. Just because I am sixteen doesn't mean I can't act older than I am. She wrung out her hands and glared at the door. She took a deep breath and entered, pushing the door open. She was about to call greet her higher UPS when she saw the massive ship, or the skeleton of it at least, sitting before her. She walked slowly towards it, awestruck. Then it caught onto her and she turned towards them and greeted them. "Lord Srox, ma'am! Commanding Officer and Warrant Officer H-Hawkeye!" She stuttered. She let out a shaky breath, glancing at Raylene  as she stayed in salute.

A former Nypherian cybernetic Sergeant, and deserter of the empire. The very idea of hiring a defector to work for the people he'd defected from greatly disturbed Zanya. That only made him more likely to defect all over again. He might even do it for anyone who paid him more than a thousand credits. It appeared that Raylene shared the same sympathies. Zanya resolved to keep an eye on her back whenever the mercenary was around.

"I still don't trust this mercenary concept, despite his expertise. We must have a way to keep Mox in line. Perhaps a remote detonator or an EMP just in case." Zanya said, she had no intention of fighting beyond this point. It was inevitable that she would have to work with the mercenary anyway. "In any case, I'll be glad to train with magic again."

Then a young looking warrant officer in a naval uniform burst into the room. She gave a stiff salute while greeting Lord Srox and Zanya with a stiff, unwavering tone. Traits of someone fresh to the job. What really threw Zanya off, however, was how young the newly entered warrant officer was. Her body had only just begun maturing yet she had chosen to give her life to the rigors of the Nypherian Navy.

"Welcome, warrant officer," Zanya replied, returning the salute. "Forgive me, but I don't know your name yet." Zanya dropped the salute and awaited a response.

They had good points but this time, she had already made a deal with Mox Larrs. "We need not worry anymore about his past thefts. Mox larrs has his loyalties within the Empire. He cut himself off from the network and he has refused any and all jobs that have been offered to him. I have made a deal that will make sure he never steals from us again. With payment of 100,000 credits and upgrading him to Cybernetic New Software. He won't have to steal anymore. He will be doing his assignment on Abiri. Your next assignment and if things go well. We could be looking t removing pockets of Asmodians from the Northern Galaxy." She paused at the sound of the new warrant officer.

She eyed her for only a second then saluted her back. "Greetings, Warrant Officer. Lieutenant, this here is your new Warrant Officer Grade One that will server under your command. Orders came in from your mother. She will be getting ready for operations on Abiri as well. Let's see how she handles taking orders while in conflict." Lord Srox had been interested in the girl since she had joined up. A young girl ready to make a mark in the Galaxy. The idea of it intrigued her and yet it worried her.

With someone so eager to prove her worth, she could get hurt. With the growing Asmodian conflict and Warrant Officers were on the front lines, it could get ugly. Though, she had been assigned to Raylene. She would be giving the orders, not Srox.

Raylene has nothing more on the subject matter to add. Regardless of her opinion it seems that she's simply going to have to co-operate with both mercs and be required to factor them into potential contingencies.

Raylene is about to change topics when the young Warrant Officer breaks into their walk and talk meeting, watching her behavior quite closely. As someone who wanted to enlist as soon as possible to follow in her mother's footsteps, she could respect their enthusiasm to join so young, though she wondered what loophole or external influence assisted them in joining so early. She salutes the Warrant Officer briefly, "At ease" She commands, her own hand returning to her side.

Raylene briefly wondered what juxtaposing such a new recruit alongside the likes of the mercenaries, Zanya and Srox truly meant. Were the Nypherians having difficulty fielding soldiers for this mission? Was the newblood merely cannon fodder? Maybe the young Warrant Officer would be deployed elsewhere on-planet to distract from what Srox and the others were doing. She'd have to review all the files in greater detail; some of which she's still sifting through on that datapad in her pocket.

"Is there anything further for us to discuss, Lord Srox?" Raylene questions.

While the new recruit had been introduced and things had been discussed with the Warrant Officer. Lord Srox turned to Raylene, "At this moment, all information is on the data pad. For now, there is nothing else to discuss as we have gone over a few things. I will send word once we need you upon the next fleet moves towards Abiri." she said as she nodded towards Raylene. She turned and walked towards Zanya. There had still things to be discussed with the Warrant Officer Grade Two. The beings use of magic had intrigued her.

"Zanya, there is still things we need to discuss. You will come with me and the new Warrant Officer will join us on a later time, when she is available. As of now, your new orders will consist of being transferred. Now, you're my warrant officer that will work directly under me. You will be trained to increase your talents of Magic and I will teach you Void Magic. We begin our training today. Follow me."

They moved their way away from the original meeting and through many corridors. The expansive station had many levels. Each level had specific needs and requirements. They finally came into a large room. It permeated Void Magic, as artifacts and books were all over the walls. "We will see how strong you are with your current level of magic. Once ll of your training is done, I will make you into a Void Lord and you will be a part of the Void Clan to fight  Anu Mau." 

Somehow, despite Zanya's depressing lack of any reasonable amount of magical power, her post as warrant officer was to be moved directly under Lord Srox's command and begin training in the arts of void magic. It all sounded like a great deal, but Zanya continued to doubt any ability she had to expand the power that had returned to her. The skills Zanya had spent years training in mostly pertained to sniping, commanding, and movement. Not to mention Sigren magic was vastly different from anything else in the galaxy. Zanya said nothing as she followed Srox through a maze of corridors until they reached what appeared to be a library of sorts, one filled with some kind of deep and cold power. The entire feeling was eerie and made Zanya suddenly feel more than microscopic in the face of the universe. Zanya had to wait several moments for the entire feeling to sink in before she could respond to Lord Srox.

"Oh," She replied, "Well, this is all I can really do." Zanya outstretched her palms and allowed magical essence to flow down her arms and pool into a dozen fist-sized orbs of green plasma, which floated lazily in the air above her hands.

She had been curious about Zanya since she found out about her magic ability. The idea of her kind and how magically unique they were, that was something she had to investigate. A personal test for Zanya, “There are a few targets on the wall. I want you to use your magic and fire at them. Once you’re doing, do it again but this time test it out with different emotions. Happiness and hate, use these emotions when you try again.” Srox said as she crossed her arms. This is the true test, to see what kind of Void magic this girl could use.

Depending on which emotion caused to most result, that is the direction she will go with.
Teaching her the easiest first, then going into the harder magic to balance her emotions. She couldn’t risk teaching her one side, that isn’t what the clan believes in. A Larger man walked into the room and he had the same kind of Energy as Srox. However, he felt older than Srox. He also looked his eyes on Zanya and didn’t say a thing. He rested on the wall and crossed his arms as he looked at Zanya. “So, we find out which direction she goes...” the man said in a deep voice

Of course Lord Srox wished to learn the extent of Zanya's abilities. And more importantly, her focus. Hate, love, and all emotions were difficult to conjure up forcibly. Drawing out the perfect memory took time and effort, not to mention enough focus to keep the image clear in your mind to ensure the magic didn't choke on itself and backfire, potentially casusing more harm to the caster than anything else. At best, such a backfire would damage Zanya's armor or burn her face. At worst, such damage could permanently tear apart her soul. Nonetheless, Zanya couldn't back down. Her magic had finally returned, and she had been provided the perfect opportunity to hone her magic to it's former, if not even greater, strength.

The warrant officer shook her arms, allowing magic to circulate through her body from just below her navel. It swirled upwards in Zanya's chest and down her arms, pooling into her palms in pools of greenish-white plasma normally hot enough to melt skin, yet to Zanya, it felt no warmer than holding your hands comfortably in front of a fire. With palms raised, Zanya began releasing bolt after bolt of plasma energy towards Srox's targets and began to focus. 

Memories came flooding back. Pirates aboard the Sigren transport. Slaughtering those few brigadiers who defended with nothing more than sheer numbers and then tearing into the rest of the crew, each too powerless to fight back. Even Zanya's magic had failed her. All the emotions that came along with it - fear, despair, loneliness - came flooding back. The bolts weakened and began taking on a darker purple glow. Hatred followed. The need for revenge, ferevent loyalty to her Nypherian saviors and those who had given Zanya opportunity swelled in Zanya's chi as the bolts took on a new color, red. The blasts became more wildly destructive and explosive, taking on more attributes of flame than the plasma it originally was. What followed was the calm, serene focus of purpose. Zanya focused on the feelings of a goal in life: retrain her magical talent and finally prove herself useful. Her bolts now formed a light, sky blue with purpose and elation, now piercing clean through the targets and colliding with the end of the firing range.

"I hope this satisfies you, Lord Srox," Zanya said breathlessly. Beads of sweat now trailed down her forehead after intense usage of magic. She finally turned towards Srox and finally noticed the much larger man next to her. Someone Zanya certainly didn't recognize, but she also couldn't be too sure about anything at this point, given the sudden existence of a massive magical library in the middle of spire.

“Her emotions focus on determination” the man said out loud. Lord Srox glanced towards the man, “It first started with a weak emotion then grew into focus.” She said and looked back at Zanya. Lord Srox walked behind Zanya and lifted her arms. She began to push points on her arms, releasing some blocked magic flow in her arms. “Your emotions are all over the place. Mixing a plethora amount of emotion will break your body physically and mentally. We will focus on one emotion and turn it into your strength. The fear that came first. You must feel this emotion and channel magic and try again. Remember, you’re not to blame. Whatever happened in the past happened because there is a universal plan for us all. You have to accept the pain and live within it.”

Lord Srox backed up and let the girls arms fall to the side. She stood back in her original position. “If you deny the past, you deny a part of yourself. It happened to you and you should embrace it. Use it.” She said as she pointed towards the target. She knew Zanya is tired but she is beginning her training. This is when she will destroy Zanya and rebuild her to be stronger and to become a Void Lord.

Lord Srox glanced at her in response to her question. “You will be training in the aggression side of Void Magic, once mastered, we will work towards the other side of the spectrum. We must help direct you in mastering the anger and peaceful sides of Void Magic. There can never be only one focus, meaning, each side has its negative effects on your emotions and physical wellbeing. This Void Clan focuses on both sides, we are the neutral ground. Void Lord Taelonso over there, focuses on the rage side of Void Magic. Though, he was born from the Void itself, he doesn’t need to worry about his body breaking down. Void Lord Taelonso has full control. Your pain is your strength, your fear is your weakness, and you determination is your fire. You must conquer your fears and rage. The fear can kill you if you use Void Magic, we must purge that emotion from your mind. Your rage will fuel you when it comes to fighting other Void Lords. By our traditions, if you see any other Void Lords that are not within our clan. You must kill them. That is our way.”

She pointed towards the dummies again. A burst of color burst from her arm and the dummies came alive. They stumbled a bit and then moved their head in the direction of Zanya. Lord Srox walked away as she leaned against the wall. “This is a test to control your fear. These dummies can’t kill you, so no worries. They however, have weak magic so they can hurt you. This will push you and you may use any form of combat method you know to fight them. You must also use your magic and if you feel like you will pass out from exhaustion, keep fighting. To beat them, you must obliterate the dummies and make sure they don’t get up, again.”