Harkhum was the name given to Trakhsis' favorite immortal, a name that he decided to assign a purpose to. Harkhum's role was to scout ahead, a task not specifically ordered but one that suited her nature as a plan D type of warrior. Meanwhile, the other four immortals stood off to the side, observing the scarabs as they diligently carried out their work. However, Trakhsis was too preoccupied with his own thoughts once again. In his mind, this place held a certain beauty, and he longed to converse with the architect responsible for its creation. Perhaps the architect had perished long ago, even before the tomb had awakened. Such extraordinary talent wasted on a mortal being. Perhaps not all of them were vermin, but such considerations were irrelevant now.
"Sir," Harkhum stood beside him, breaking his reverie. "We need to move on, the scarabs already have." Trakhsis appreciated Harkhum's efficiency, although she remained irritatingly persistent.
Were there truly no signs of resistance? Had the invasion already been completed? How...disappointing. Well, at least the scarabs were finding some enjoyment in their tasks, if such a concept was even possible for them.
Frustration welled up within Trakhsis, stemming from everything that had transpired or, more frustratingly, failed to involve him. In his mounting annoyance, he fired upon a skull icon adorning a wall. Without delay, his immortals followed suit, obliterating the symbol from existence. There was at least some satisfaction to be derived from this act. When he turned his attention back to the scarabs, he noticed that roughly a third of the swarm was missing. How peculiar. It was time to investigate, and so they did. However, they found nothing of significance.
A crackling sound, reminiscent of feeble thunder, barely audible amidst the cacophony of scarabs, was soon followed by three of the immortals being struck down. Immediately, they began the process of stitching themselves back together. The remaining immortals, along with Trakhsis, instinctively sought cover. Bolts of light, green and blue, were exchanged between both sides. Ah, so the humans possessed formidable weaponry. This had earned Trakhsis' respect.
