Chapter 310: Swarm
It took over one and a half weeks for Ambraz to wake. One and a half weeks that Irwin spent with Scintilla and their children, thinking about what had happened.
The things that most preoccupied his mind were who Zazir and his people were. That, and the Wizteriaz.
He'd spend time talking with Tang about them, and the giant Fiz'rin had explained that long ago, he'd spoken with an elder Fiz'rin, who had fought Wizteriaz during a Gallery Barrier breach that eventually destroyed an entire side branch. Sadly, beyond them being very rare and very nasty, all he knew was to break them up into tiny parts and destroy them one at a time. The best way was to shatter their core and separate that, which would also reduce their ability to think clearly.
Now, he was lying in bed, Scintilla softly snoring beside him- pressed against his side, while Ambraz was in his soulscape, playing with the small Embers.
Like every night since he'd destroyed the Wizteriaz, his mind was drifting around, moving between what Zarzir had said and what he'd implied to who and what the Guidar were.
If they are really fleeing from the Guidar, we need to get into contact with them, Irwin thought, not for the first time.
He knew that if Zarzir's people attacked everyone they came across because they thought they were Guidar, there would be fighting. That would potentially create so much bad blood that even after the truth came out, things would have escalated beyond a peaceful collaboration.
Not that he expected the Ignitzians to be up to working with Zarzir's people.
Zarzir of the Waiters.
He pondered the name, wondering if his people were The Waiters or if it was some group within his species.
Scintilla made a soft sound as she turned on her other side, pressing herself closer to him as if searching for warmth. Irwin absently placed his arm around her shoulders, and she let out a soft sigh before continuing to sleep.
Beyond all the troubles, The Waiters, or whatever they were called, could cause, there was one more thing he couldn't place. How were they able to consume a card and take part of it into themselves? From everything he knew of the ancient wars, there had been no people who could do that, as even Zarzir had been powerful enough to fight against people with more than one soulcard easily. A species that powerful would have been known to Gelwin, or Daubutim would have read about them, but he'd heard nothing about them.