Chapter 606 – Rescue
Chapter 606 – Rescue
Recognizing that whiny, drawling voice, the Oracle Guardian, lying motionless in his own blood, burst into a thunderous laugh before quickly breaking off into a painful coughing fit that caused him to spit out a gush of dark, partially clotted fluid.
When the cough subsided, Citro inquired with a snort of sarcasm,
"To what do I owe the pleasure of a Rank 3 Aetherist's visit? I do not believe you are here to enjoy the scenery."
The Rank 3 Aetherist giggled happily in response, then with a somersault landed squarely onto Citro's chest. Looking up, the Oracle Guardian was able to confirm who he was dealing with.
The humanoid creature using his armor as a welcome mat was a small alien reminiscent of a gremlin. An ungainly mix between a koala, an imp and a lizard, its bulging yellow eyes and large elephant ears gave it a funny look. Greenish, wrinkled and wearing only a worn-out toga, this thing was not exactly a model of elegance and loveliness in the Mirror Universe.
The good thing was that there were no two creatures like this one on B842. Wendoks were a species that was virtually extinct in the Mirror Universe.
Identifying it was a breeze, especially since this wasn't the first time they faced each other.
"I see your manners haven't changed Cekt. You're still as well behaved as ever…" The Oracle Guardian snarled with displeasure.
Ignoring his whining, the alien patted Citro with the tip of his wand, which also served as a cane. Because he was too small, the role of this accessory had deviated from its primary function.
Legend had it that the wand had once belonged to a powerful wizard somewhere in the Mirror Universe, or that Cekt had made it himself for a customer, but for some reason the customer had never come to pick up his order.
Surprisingly, the usually proud and gruff Oracle Guardian let himself be patted without protest, letting the Wendok grope him as he pleased. When the little alien stopped examining him, Citro probed anxiously,
"How is it?"
"You're a lucky one. This poison is unnaturally potent, but it's still within my capabilities. I'm still curious as to who could have poisoned you like this."
Citro raised an eyebrow under his helmet.
"I thought you already knew it was a rookie that got me into this state…"
"Hehe, I just heard you whimpering to yourself, thinking no one could hear you." Shrugging his narrow shoulders, Cekt explained more earnestly, "I just arrived. So… Who did this?"
"Kokoon…"
The Oracle Guardian repeated what had just happened on the Oros mothership and the purge that had just taken place there, then the orders he had received to destroy the many Dungeon Digestors popping out all over the place and to rescue any survivors inside.
Cekt Mogusar listened intently, interrupting him just when he needed a clarification. Meanwhile, the alien also attended to his wounds.
Raising his staff, a concentrated stream of Green Aether spilled out of the artifact, then with the expert strokes of a conductor condensed a complex Aether Symbol of millions of Aether Runes whose brilliance soon enveloped the body of the poisoned warrior with benevolence.
As this comforting light washed over his cells, Citro let out an involuntary groan of pleasure as the poison corroding his insides melted from his system.