Chapter 87: I refuse!
"Let’s see," Vacuse frowned as he studied the battlefield very well. He noticed the difference between the constructs and what makes them move. "Do you think I can push my mouth out of the window?"
Harkon stiffened. "What are you trying to do, Lord Vacuse?! You can’t want to stick your hand out of the window this time when the battle is like this!
"My Lord, leave everything to the Captain!"
Vacuse only frowned. "Keep still, Harkon. I’m trying to help here. If you watch closely, you’ll see that the constructs that are bigger used thicker strings than the one that is smaller.
"I guess the poison dulls the senses. That way, nobody noticed the smaller constructs. They are busy fighting the main ones. If we can cut the strings in two, we will help them a lot."
Harkon frowned. "Cut the strings in two? All the strings? From here? How can we do something like that.... Lord Vacuse, don’t tell me you are trying to get out there."
Harkon’s voice ended on a cold note, and his eyes narrowed like spears as he looked at his Lord, his body moving subtly to block him.
Vacuse smiled. "Well, I’m the Void Soulbearer. I should be able to pull it off."
He turned to the window and pressed his right hand against it. A force stopped his hand cold, but he narrowed his eyes and pressed harder, and with a small fizzling sound, his hand passed through even as the force remained present.
"Look at that! We can interact with the outside while the inside can’t interact with us!" Vacuse smiled.
Then he narrowed his eyes, drinking in all the sight of the battlefield, taking in all the strings that he wanted to cut. "Let’s see how Rith’s teaching goes."
He raised his hand, palm up, and a small ball of dark energy appeared above his hand. And then around it, more threads began to appear, curling into each other.