The Last Primal

The guard captain trembled with a mixture of emotions as the gravity of the potential situation settled in his mind. 

If he really did what he was thinking, then what he did wasn't just simply going against the high priests' orders. No, it was betrayal, it was going against their will of the Four Great Tribes. No, the blasphemy was even greater, he denied the will of their God, going against it directly!

He quickly quelled his growing unease, the captain was wizened enough to understand that before going into frenzy and rushing to report this to his superiors, he needed to confirm this conjecture first and foremost.

He needed to either debunk this grave conjecture or prove it beyond doubt before any actions could be taken. 

Coming to this conclusion, the trembling of the captain slowly calmed down. The shock began to settle, his heart once again returned from the crazy chaotic rhythm to a relatively normal beat.

He looked past the kowtowing servantile guards, only to be shocked once again when he noticed the strange, eerie, ominous eyes of this despicable priest. He couldn't process what he was seeing, his previous thoughts, his plans instantly vanished from his mind, leaving behind nothing as he gazed into those cruel, glowing golden eyes. 

That was the gaze from the legends! The eyes of their god! The omniscient gaze of their mighty, all-powerful creator! He couldn't believe what he was witnessing!

All the leftover power have left the guard captain's body in an instant, his arms losing their strength, he fell down on the ground. Still, however, his opponent wasn't done as in the next moment, as he swallowed some air into his lungs and pushed out his chest, even more, a surge of power, an invisible torrent rippled across the air, launching into him with a violent momentum and throwing him away like speckles of dust in a windy afternoon. His body was flung up in the air and came crashing against a nearby empty house, destroying a section of its stone wall in the process. 

As he lost sight of the armored skink, Aiden sighed with visible relief, exhaling all the used-up air from his body in the next instant. In the next instant, the pressure of his aura vanished as he reigned in his power once again, hiding it in the depths of his body. 

Yet even as his aura could no longer be felt, the two guards remained down on the ground and continued their clickety chants whilst kowtowing towards their master with reverence, causing Aiden to deepen the frown on his face as he gazed at them.

Still, there was over a minute before he could have a chance in giving some words of pleasing to them or having a clue understanding a word of what they were saying all the while.

Left without any other options, he could only sigh and walk up to the two faithful and misguided servantile guards and place his hands on the top of their bowed heads. For a moment the thought of either giving them a sliver of his own power and turning them to be his real, true minions crossed his mind.

However, he quickly dismissed the thought. Without a better understanding of his situation, without seeing the big picture, Aiden wasn't willing to potentially go against this ever-present entity looming over his head constantly. These were his people, his servants. They were carrying his will, doing his bidding. This was his dream, similarly to Haven, it was a sanctuary. Aiden felt that he had no right to forcefully inject himself into the equation, this wasn't like Eora, the outside world.

Though he couldn't be certain, as he had seen nothing of this realm so far, he felt that this slumbering, looming all-powerful entity was either the sole Master of this sub-world or one of those that guarded it.

So, while the thought did cross his mind, in the end, he didn't press on the matter and simply patted their heads, signaling them that it was time to end whatever they were doing. He then took a step forward, passed by them. His gaze, which was no longer glowing like the lamp posts placed by both sides of the streets was gazing towards the depths of this unknown city. 

As he looked at it from the premises still, he couldn't help but be reminded of Higrove once more. The first and so far only city he had seen since he got himself in this old-new world. Now, he had finally seen something else, something new. Gupta, Haven's 'heart' as his servants sometimes referred to it, was still at most a growing settlement, a small little village compared to these two. 

This was a city, a living, breathing mass of entirely different beings. Yet it still resembled something vastly similar to his previous experience. 

Even from a first look, the city was probably designed with a similar logic, a similar separation of the different classes in society than how it was done in the outside world. In fact, as he recalled Thuk and his people's 'district' back in Gupta, he was puzzled by how vast the differences were.

Without the corruptive nature of humans, the world of Haven was still innocent, still resembling that of a true paradise. In there, the people there were free of their worries, they built their residents however they liked. 

Thuk and his people, as they began to settle in, they quickly began to recreate what they were calling the great dream of all of their kin. Shortly after, buildings looking similar to the ziggurat that was erected for his master, Number 3 appeared one after another.

In any way, those buildings, and their structure, the methodology were vastly different from what he could see now. These buildings didn't resemble the hands of the skinks, there were no similarities to those 'Dreams' at all.

Lost in a daze, he only came back to reality when suddenly he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, shortly followed by the sound of a notification coming through the system.

Taking a look, the smirk on Aiden's face made its appearance finally once again. He closed his eyes, allowing the system to transfer the knowledge it had just finished compiling. He focused his mind on the knowledge, quickly processing all the information about the newest of skills in his growing repertoire.

[Analysis complete, processing information, creating skill. Remaining time: 00 hours 00 minutes 00 seconds]

[Analysis complete, Information processed. Skill: Language: Reptilian (-) created.]

[Note: Assimilation of the new knowledge will cause some slight discomfort to host.]

Seconds quickly passed as he stood still with his eyes closed. 

The two guards, who had already left the ground and stood up taking their stances a step behind their Master once more, have looked at him with confusion. What was he doing? 

Still, afraid to bother him and earn his ire, they refrained from asking and simply stood behind him, patiently waiting for him.

They didn't need to wait for long, as only a few seconds later, Aiden's eyes slowly fluttered open. He turned around, looked at them with a friendly smile sitting on his face. His lips parting in the next instant, a series of clicks escaped from his mouth.

He could finally speak!

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