Reanimation protocols:
Trakhsis first sight once his mind returned was a dull green light. As his “eyes” put themselves back together he was greeted by a canoptek reanimator, once sufficient time past it moved on to his immortals.
“For so called immortals, they die easily.” An unseen voice said.
Not worrying about who or what said that our warden picked his metal frame out of the mud. Waiting on his immortals. Not flinching when lighting sparked around him. Not caring about the destroyer cults a few paces way.
“I am Zohk, pkasmancer, and you warden will respond when spoken too.” The lighting said as it form a vague shape of the top half of a cryptek.
“And I’m a catans uncle,” a sarcastic reply from Trakhsis, “I have my orders from Tamonakh, I will not listen too you.”
The cryteks eyes gleamed with it’s anger and ambition. It made movements to respond or attack but the immortals moved between them. A march towards where the enemies that had previously “killed” them once stood. Only now, only a few bodies and primitives weapons remained. Trakhsis seizing this chance followed them to get away from the plasmancer. Over to one side, a destroyer was still tearing apart a human. One in black robes and an comically large hat.
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