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The Dark Realm's oceanic design reacted violently to having been split open, nearly collapsing in on itself; forcing Alucroas dive deep down into the abysmal black liquid that made up the environment, keeping a close eye on the flagship which had apparently managed to crack the intricately 'wired' code that granted access into the sub-plane which housed those abominable beasts. The majority of them released beams of electrical energy to cancel out the laser beams and missiles which had targeted them, producing a series of explosions all around the vicinity, masking the enemy's presence as they escaped through dimensional tear they had created and used to escape.

Soon after, the many eyes which had been staring at the ship just moments ago directed their sights back to the spot where Alucroas had submerged himself, concurrent with the many clones of Agron; remaining completely silent as the waves subsided and a cluster of bubbles floating up to the surface, popping as soon as they came into contact with the 'air', immediately followed by the reemergence of their offspring. They began to approach him, making barely audible clicks with their vocal chords, checking on his condition as Alucroas smacked his tail against the pool, followed by a brief growl and an image being relayed throughout everyone's minds.

They were connected to the spirit-plane which was how the familiars were brought through to begin with, and in correlation to this connection, the threads of spirit-saidin being interwoven back on Terra could be sensed, and it wasn't something that appeared to be giving off a docile nature. In fact, just the opposite; it was.. tense and defensive, polar opposite to the comforting feeling that being in this safe... haven of sorts gave him. There was no questioning that whatever had been ensuing down on Terra was nothing less than preparation for war, and if he knew war, there was no questioning that havoc he had wreaked on the planet ten years ago would be multiplied by that same number, if not - a hundredfold.

That very sub-plane which had housed the secondary reality had no doubt, delivered him a forewarning to the events about to take place at the planet of the surface-plane. The tear which had previously been forced open had sewn itself back together, followed by a momentary stream of charges zipping up all other scars that accumulated on the walls. Alucroas jerked his head to the side and snorted, seemingly annoyed that he didn't get to slaughter every minuscule insect on board that wretched vessel. Fortunately, he wasn't one to get distracted by emotions for very long and immediately began snapping his jaws at everyone, letting out an abrupt shriek combined with the very same bestial battle-cry that they had emitted when they first laid eyes on the flagship.

The commands issued out could be interpreted with much ease and simplicity, given the tone of the roar and the emotional content that the message portrayed along with it.

Protect..

our..

home..

And suddenly the sub-plane began to twist and contort on the outside, rippling with raw power, overlapping one another until finally shrinking and compressing itself into what would appear to be oblivion. A deception for their own protection; not wanting to have to deal with the potential burden of any warships somehow following them through the Dark Realm and launching a full-scale assault on his army before they could make it to the battlegrounds.

Meanwhile, up high in the ever changing skies of Terra, one of the clouds began to take on a pitch black ominous hue, an obvious indication that Alucroas and his 'soldiers' had manifested back onto the surface-plane through the connection that had been formed with the threads of spirit-saidin; energy being formed by sorcerers of whom had been in service to the son of a late Kelantan king. However, in spite of all the horrors that were about to be unleashed, there was a sign that more alleys were soon to come; should they be overwhelmed by the massive horde of androids that had been deployed by the Crimson Knights, judging by the dust plume that was coming out of the blackened cloud.

The consciousness that resided within the dust cloud fragmented itself once more as the dust began to settle on the ground, quickly rising up and forming into an anthropomorphic shape, taking on the structural design of your basic human, standing at six feet in height, covered in a series of archaic, crimson runes and a set of crystals where ones eyes would normally be located. An extension of the back took place along their shoulders, melting at various points in a thin layer of molten rock, as long arched tubes of ice spread through, hardening the area around them, essentially forming solid bone that would act as support for the newly formed wings.

Each and every single clone turned around and cracked open their faces below the eyes, forming a sort of maniacal grin, as another extension of rock protruded out from their wrists, melting at an incredibly fast rate, forcibly hardening being brought up into their heads, crystallizing the molecules of iron from the moon's surface as well as the very same element which they had taken up from the planet's core when they had first emerged in the form of a pillar. It was a curved bladed edge, easily reaching a solid four feet in length, incredibly hard and nearly indestructible. Perfect for puncturing the bodies of enemy ranks..turning back to face the army up ahead, hopefully having assured the Kelantans that each and every one of the thousands of Agron clones were on their side.

And if that wasn't enough, then the forty foot tall beast who came plummeting down to earth, would prove more than enough for a viable means of combating them. The beasts wings flapped, producing huge gusts of wind that swept across the area, nothing powerful enough to topple over anything big; but still containing great enough force to see the visible rippling waves in the grass.

His was the same color as the cloud he emerged from, baring a strongly reinforced exoskeleton which had been carved out, immaculately to match his anatomy, leaving to be much more mobile than what would've been expected at first glance. A set of sinewy tendrils were wrapped tightly around his arms, ending in hollow openings, dripping a sewage-green fluid that hissed the moment it touched the ground, releasing a small jet of steam in its wake, before subsiding in a few seconds to the superior mass of soil before it.

The stage appeared to have been set, and the creature that descended had been salivating with hunger, and he would satiate that craving on the battlefield. For the time being, though, Alucroas was no more... trapped in this enraged state of bloodlust and the undying urge to slaughter the first thing that moved.

An appendage protruded out from the mouth, snapping once more, this time being the internal mouth, and once more an insidious shriek, followed by a deep nerve-wracking roar escaped from the jaws of the monstrosity known as Alutrosity, the clones of Agron obediently followed his commands, flapping their wings and taking off straight for the androids, ready to wage an all out war for supremacy, dominance, and most importantly..

Survival