"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Athira seriously fuck him!" The blond man growled as he marched into that particular cave with his hands clenched into fists. He found this cave at a very young age, although he only back then used it to hide in his sadness. Today, however, the cave had a much darker function.
He didn't have to look around, and he didn't even have to use so much kí that the marks previously painted on the ground would flash. However, the man didn't care much about the summoning circle. He was much more preoccupied with trying to punch a hole in the wall, just so he could somehow calm his nerves, which were already strained to the point of bursting.
"Oh, we're not mad, are we?" A chuckling voice came from inside the cave, which caused the man to immediately turn towards it with an angry look.
"Oh, aren't we in a good mood?" The blond man barked, but the owner of the voice just laughed out loud.
"As I can see, you are not having a good day." He said as he came forward and when the blonde saw his figure, he leaned against the rock wall. "Now what made you so worked up?" He asked with a smile in his voice. This figure was completely black and only some red lines indicated its eyes and mouth.
"They appeared again." He squeezed out the answer between his teeth. "In addition, there are now one more person and their behavior seems to have changed as well." He pressed his forehead with his left hand.
"Does one team bother anyone that much?" The black figure giggled.
"They call themselves Athamana and unlike what they have done so far, they have now openly attacked my borders and not only mine. I just came from a meeting, they were at the Bolacsuks and the Boklós. And the night before, they were at the Motumiszes and the Zovárds. They are worse than the ötandis! It's like they know where the tribes' weak points are and can disappear in seconds." The blond man snapped angrily.
"They went right on your nerves." The voice chuckled.
"If they proceed like this, they can find out things they shouldn't." The man muttered to himself, not even bothering with the black figure. "The sooner we find out who they are, the better. I can't risk more of my people being rendered useless for two months, or getting to…" He shook his head before he could finish the sentence. "But how can I find out who they are?" He thought, then raised his head and pointed to the black figure. "You! You could look for them and find out who they are!" The radiance of the black figure changed in an instant. There was no trace of his cheerfulness.
"Know where you belong humman. There is nothing in our agreement about those bugs." He pushed himself away from the stone wall, then he went closer to the blonde and pressed his black hand on his throat, then, as he walked away, he caresed his face. "It would be better if you dealt with what we discussed." He stood behind the blond man and continued leaning over his shoulder. "You want Madüjawr and the Godwhip, I want the Shadow World and the daimon king's throne."
"I know! But as I said last time, it's not that simple. Or did you suddenly have an idea where to get more kí from? We both know that at the level where we are now, we are not capable of anything!" The blond jerked his head away from the black figure and walked away from him.
"For that matter." The black figure smiled, and the red line marking his lips took on a crescent shape. "I found a solution. If we don't have enough power, we borrow it from where there is plenty." He said as he pointed to the ground.
"From Mother Earth?" The blonde frowned.
"She doesn't need all of it anyway, and we only take a little." The black figure chuckled, the other thought for a while and then slowly nodded.
"How shall we do it?" He asked the question.
"That's the spirit." The black figure laughed. "There's the summoning circle. From there, it's all up to you." He gestured towards the interior of the cave.
"Don't underestimate me, daimon." The blond man turned his back on the black creature.
"Just like you shouldn't underestimate me, human." Came the serious voice from behind the man.
Meanwhile, in the Valley of Floating Rocks, the Athamana team was chatting with the chán Mo Ching, laughing out loud. They had just returned from another raid, so the team was still in their special black moonwalker attire sitting around the chán man's small table. Rahul was turning the black mask he had received just a few days ago in his hands. Well, yes, the last time period was very meaningful for the team.
After saying goodbye to Inepta and his team of men, the Athamana returned to Master Mo, where they decided that the time had come for the Athamana to re-introduce himself to the people of Madüjawr. And for this, Rahul, like the other members of the team, also had to receive his special moonwalker outfit from his master.
This particular costume was the invention of Master Mo Ching and consisted of a mask that left the lower part of the face uncovered and a glove that was missing the index and middle fingers. All masks and gloves were specially made by the chán master for each member of the Athamana, so these two pieces of equipment enhanced the wearer's abilities.
One of the special features of the mask and gloves is that it covers the wearer's clothes with a black material, which hides all signs of the wearer's appearance from those who are not part of the team. Thus, an average hegin saw only eight black human figures from the Athamana team with strange patterns on their faces. So it's no wonder that combined with their abilities, the Athamanas presented a frightening image to all the hegins.
"Master Mo this new weapon is simply amazing! You can shoot with it much more accurately than with an arrow and it is much quieter." Citar was excited as he turned the strange little object in his hand. "What did you say its name was?"
"Lightning Hand." The master declared.
"I had to do this on my test, right master?" Rahul asked, and the chán man just nodded.
"Master Mo always comes up with something amazing." Benkó grinned.
"Right, is the master working on something right now?" Suk explained.
"A boot with which you can walk on the sides of houses or on rock walls." The man stroked his beard, then waved. "But this is only in theory. I have to experiment a lot before I dare to give it to you. You'll ruin it for me in the end." The man frowned.
"Citar, don't sleep at the table." Rahul shook his head, but immediately put his hand to his mouth because he yawned.
*I think we are all exhausted. We are not used to this." Achilleus sighed.
"That's why we're going to take part in a special training session. Wandi, did your father agree?" Razvan turned to the boy Vojk.
"Yes, and he says that he welcomes us with open arms." The person asked nodded, but this only made most of the Athamanas look at him with worried eyes.
"Boss, you don't want to say what I think you want to say, do you?" Suk swallowed so much that even Rahul, who was sitting farthest from him, heard it.
"I do." Razvan smiled. "Athamana borrows Madüjawr's hardest training ground, the Vojks."
"We are done for." Achilleus lay on the table.
"The beginner is not so bad." Citar said, holding his chin, and the team turned to him questioningly. "What now? I had to do that in Master Mo's test." The Bolacsuk boy raised his hands defensively.
"I simplified the tracks." Master Mo remarked.
"By the way, that track..." Wandi's voice was heard, which was now much more serious than usual. "Master Mo, may I speak with you privately?" The boy stood up and although he surprised the chán man, the master just led him away so they could talk.
"Achilleus, I think I'll take back what I said." Citar looked at his friend. "We are really done for."