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It had been several hours since The Officer of the Lance had contact with its Major. The Major was sent by Vadam's Council of Elders and approved by a minor Prophet to chase after the female. Using the resources from The Covenant required as much, especially when there was a Heretic in their midst. They awaited the death and return of the apostate's body, shriven, violated... dead.

Instead, nobody returned. Not even the peasant of the same clan had been capable of coming out. The Major had the mind to track her down through her kin, her brood. Now that the coward hadn't returned and the name of Suttin had been stained in treason, The Officer had no choice but to execute the Suttin clan. If her kin had survived, they would be put to death alongside her.

The same would befall the legacy of her name. That was if the female had produced any childling still trying to survive. To him, it was a mercy for the young, for they knew not what they had been doing.

In the wake of the situation, The Prophet of the Ministry of Inquisition approved of additional troops to investigate the situation. Sensing the possibility of the apostate's death, the Officer of the Lance would order the rest of the unit to proceed into the cave. The composition of their numbers followed with the company of their Covenant brethren gave sheer confidence in the swift execution or recovery of the Apostate. In all honesty, he preferred to be done with the consistent slaughter of his own people; and return to killing the true Heretics proclaimed by The Hierarchs that had recently ascended to power.

"We must kill these heretics for the great journey. No sacrifice is too great."

Accompanying the Officer were two Kig-Yar sharpshooters, Ten additional Unggoy Minors to comb the cave, Five more Sangheili Minors to lead the Unggoy, and two more Majors to assist with aiding the Officer's Lance of two Minor Elites and their four Kig-Yar Minors.

To the Officer, he had assumed this was overkill for a single female. However, he knew not to question the Prophets and their judgment. In truth, it was likely that the female would be taken dead or alive, making an example to all of Sanghelios. After the female was made an example of, he knew her bloodline and clan would be snuffed out wholesale...

Such a waste of life, but to serve The Covenant, this was the price for Heresy. The Clan of Vadam called for it and the Writ of Union compelled it. Their deaths would make the path to The Great Journey untainted and the fight to clarity made true. Yet, the female chose to hide here, in the ruins of their people. Such a desecration must be answered for.

If she had desecrated a holy temple...

"We have begun the search, Officer 'Telcamee."

"Good, spread the Unggoy out and scour the ruins. Kill any who dare desecrate our sacred grounds!" Bellowed the officer. He would grip his Type-51 Plasma repeater and examine his weapon, soon electing to shoulder the weapon and use a far more honorable tool. With his right claw, he would bring out the hilt of his energy sword and activate it. The blue blade hummed with the electric activation, shimmering brightly in the shadow of the great slabs of stone.

However, before he could continue to think, one of the Kig-Yar sharpshooters would tighten the grip of his weapon and aimed it at the dark ridge where a majority of the force went. "Movement ahead! Heading close to perimeter!" Squawked the Kig-Yar, pointing ahead to the path that the Unggoy and Sangheili went into.

"Left flank, there is movement ahead; kill whatever-!" The officer was cut off the moment plasma-fire was exchanged and the screams of Unggoy echoed from the tunnel's hollowed depths. He could hear the cracks of needler rounds being shot out from the warriors that followed the Unggoy in, mixed with the bright flashes of plasma rifle and pistol fire. Their greenish-blue mix of energy discharge shocked Telcamee and caused him to look further at the tunnel entrance.

"Report! What is going on in there!?" Telcamee roared.

"One Sangheili, he's killing us al-!" An unggoy screeched into the comms channel, just before the channel went dead a cusp scream hit the net. Bright lights of plasma discharge flickered all along the dim outcropping of the cave. The fact that the fighting was going on for this long, there were signs that this Sangheili was not a simple whore, this was a warrior... and a male who would be able to take on the rest of the Lance if he was able to.

"Pull back into the entrance! Draw this heretic out into the open!"

Even with his roars, the exchange of fire continued... along with the screams and the locking weapons of the original members of the Lance that stayed with him; none of the Uggnoy nor the Minor Sangheili in the extended lance retreated. Chaos and confusion riddled the tunnel exit... and Telcamee merely ordered his lance to get into position. In a few more seconds, the fighting stopped and silence dominated the entrance of the tunnel and in the cave.

What remained of the coordinated Lance scrambled to the Officer's position, with the four Kig-Yar minors in front with shields active and a few meters ahead, two Sangheili Minors behind the shield formation, and the sharpshooters taking position along two ridges. They would watch the tunnel entrance with exceptional perception, waiting for the attacker to reveal himself.

"Movement!" The Sharpshooter bellowed in the comms, causing the minors to raise their weapons and aim at the tunnel. There were sounds of tapping in the tunnel, like hooves beating against rock, metal clanking along the chips of earth. It would make the fighters continue to hold their positions, keeping their weapons holstered and aimed at the entrance.

"Is the heretic there yet?" One of the minors questioned, his plasma rifle still aimed at the entrance.

Suddenly, the noises stopped, causing the officer to look at the sharpshooters.

"Where is the cowardly infide-!" Bellowed the Sangheili, but in the middle of his words; the sharpshooting Kig-Yar would attempt to put one round into the tunnel. However, they would never get the chance as two pinged needler shots struck both Kig-Yar in the heads in quick succession. They would drop as quickly as their shots barely made their targets.

Immediately, the tunnel entrance was hailed by a barrage of plasma bolts as the shooter retreated. Yet, the Lance would fire until their plasma rifles and pistols needed to cool down.

"Hold your fire!"

In seconds, the sharpshooter would pop back out of the hole and quickly return fire against the Kig-Yar minors. Three shots per Kig-Yar was all it took to kill the line of males. They would go down as quickly as the Sangheili revealed himself and started putting down the remaining Lance.

All that was left of the Lance were himself and two minor Sangheili, against one male who had killed everyone else. He would order the two minors to fire the male dead while he called in for more reinforcements. However, before he was about to make the request as his minors shot at the male, another Sangheili bolted out from behind the marksman and released the energy within the two plasma pistols contained within them.

They would strike the minors precisely, overloading their energy shields, and allowing the marksman to shoot the two minors in the legs to disable them. It allowed for the second male to rush ahead, tossing out his plasma pistols in exchange for a single Sangheilian blade. This was all made in a blitz of a couple quick seconds, with the two minors being struck with singular and quick unarmed strikes.

Two large and imposing Sangheili did all of this, killing many and sparing few.

He could only get incoherent words out before he realized what happened. The charge of the Sangheili quickly brought the officer to his senses. He would swipe his weapon at the large and silver warrior, yet only found a sharp force throwing his sword away and a tight pressure throwing him into the ground. When realization kicked into him, Telcamee found the silver Sangheili's hoof pressing against his chest.

"You will die for your treachery... heretic..." The officer panted, looking up at the Sangheili who held him by the length of the blade. He would only hear the Sangheili chuckle before the armored warrior put even more pressure against his combat harness.

"I am Kel 'Darsam, if I am a heretic... so are you." The silver armored male spoke.

Before the officer could react, he would find the second boot of the proclaimed mythological legend slamming into his skull.

And then... darkness consumed him.

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Xol

Sanghelios, Continent of Qivro

March 20, 2525

22 Hours after Incident

Building a clan and protecting it were both very difficult tasks for Xol as he dwelled at the face of the cave. He held the needler rifle over the unconscious Sangheili he spared and the Kig-Yar he executed swiftly. His son, and fellow ally, Kel'Darsam; he was the one who had assisted him in the gaining of these weapons and the use of them against the Covenant Lance.

The smoking barrel of the rifle pulsed with the expense of so many rounds. Xol would jet the expended magazine and place another to fully reload the rifle. On seeing Kel binding the three Sangheili with ropes and tight twigs, the male huffed in appeasement as he would look around and scan the area for more reinforcements. Upon the lack of any warriors seeking to reply to the attack, Xol would merely wait before additional sounds of movement came from behind.

Coming out of the hole and standing beside him in numbers, six of Xol's offspring, both male and females alike, looked to Xol and awaited his command. Many of them wore minor forms and pieces of armor as they bore their bows and arrows with glee. A few of the sons even shrugged as minor plasma burns marked an arm or a shoulder. Easy enough for them to move and still enact their duty.

"Strip every corpse and binded male of their armor, then drag binded ones into camp. Tell everyone else to take the weapons to my tent. As for the armor, place them into the center of the tunnel system so I could examine them; some may have tracking devices." Xol commanded the group, earning their understanding before they swiftly went to work.

"You do know how to lead, I had assumed you were just some lost soul who has no experience with the blade," Kel chuckled as he approached Xol from the circular outcropping of the cave.

"It was a simple ambush, they were almost begging to be taken out by eight properly advised warriors." Xol would speak, soon starting to walk down the mound to approach Kel. "Besides, it won't be long until more come. This is just the beginning."

"That's what they always say. Come, we should move camp as you say." Kel implied, watching as four of Xol's offspring started dragging the groaning Sangheili captives into the tunnels.

"You go do that, I'm going to strip the armor components and reach back to you with the rest of the party. We need to find a Forerunner construct, that way we could at least make a ship worthy of evading The Covenant." Xol nodded. He would walk over to the many pieces of armor left behind and began scouring the pieces. Two of his large sons would help him with the weapons, but he would be left alone as he watched out for any reinforcements.

"I'll see you back at camp with the remaining four females then. Don't stay too long." Kel warned, before he would start picking up several weapons and walking off with the loot.

"I won't, take care Kel."

With a nod, Kel'Darsam returned into the dark depths of the tunnels, moving alongside the trek of offspring dragging the captives into camp.

Xol, however, sighed as he walked to the many pieces of armor scattered in the room. Most of the pieces he knew would be useful in the Jackals shield projection tech, the Combat Harnesses of the Sangheili, and the universal translators within said Combat harnesses. Using what he already knew of the Sangheili combat dressing, Xol merely examined the helmets of the warriors; soon discovering that the comm system was attached to the helmet.

However, as the male examined the helmet even more, there were signs that the universal translator was attached to the helmet, like a blipping piece of hardware that could be detached at any time. Chuckling to himself, Xol stripped the helmets of their translators, the armor of their shielding generators, and the Jackals of their shield projections. Now holding onto all the items he needed, the male began to make his way to the tunnel entrance and wait for his offspring to finish gathering the weapons before The Covenant arrived.

Finding a Temple in these lands will be simple, defending themselves against hordes of Covenant will be difficult. With adequate movement and continued replenishment of numbers, Xol hoped that would be enough. He needed to find a means to produce more Sangheili... but he wasn't thinking of stooping to inbreeding to do it.

For now, he needed to convert the captives to their side. Doing that would require a lot more patience than the average Sangheili. But if he could find a way, Kel would be his best option.

If there was any honor left in The Sangheili, Kel would certainly know how to find it.

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Kel'Darsam

Sanghelios, Continent of Qivro

March 21, 2525

32 Hours after Incident

The First Light of Sanghelios hummed in deep thought as he sat on his knees in meditation. His mind examined the details of what had occurred in the past, determining if his actions were honorable... or in line with his principles. Determining these thoughts in his tent was a practice he missed dearly. To gain purchase on the freedoms of his practice and sustain the luxuries and liberations of his own life; while also being accepted by a male who respected his perspectives and understood his compulsions. Xol as a leader was... refreshing for a Sangheilian out of time.

Upon further meditation of Sanghelios in this timeline, Kel could barely stomach what he recalled from Xol's memories over what he had learned from the Sangheili that still live. He was surprised by the sheer lack of honor that dwelled within the Sangheili of his future. Even as he held eight of the Sangheili captives in true dishonor of their dignity without blade or armor; there were three of the males who forsaken their vows just to have their way with the many unclaimed females who provided them food and water... and two more just because of the legends that presided his name. He couldn't give them the thought of the day, so long as they continued to press forth as a clan.

Even as they dragged them through Sangheilios's ruins, still there were no signs of enemy reinforcements.

In the many hours that passed in their travels, thirty whelps were produced and quickly raised to being capable to travel. No childling was left behind, that was the rule.

Their clan was growing rapidly, the lack of any logical explanation for why this was happening a continuous theory to those who were not aware of the full truth. The converted warriors from The Covenant proclaimed that they were blessed by Urs, a sign that The First Light of Sanghelios was here. Two of the final three captives would challenge Kel to test if he was truly the legend he was to be in response to these proclamations.

Oh were these two males proven wrong on so many fronts. Kel beat them in battle, skill, and simple expressions of honor; matches were established by both sides and yet won by The First Light of Sanghelios regardless. Defeated and broken down in honor and spirit in their own rules, the males relented and bowed their heads to him. Kel, seeing such a shameful display of capability and a lack of ability to prove themselves worthy; he would prefer to put these weaklings down.

However, Xol had commanded him to let them live, not only for their use in extracting invaluable information, but to prove that there is a better path for them to reclaim their honor. He did not understand why simply killing the enemy was just as useful, but in the overall scheme of things; he trusted Xol's judgment. To turn an enemy against itself was an interesting thought, but trying to do this in practice left Kel to doubt the outcome.

Yet the results Xol had produced from this were quite effective, proving his reservations to be incorrect. Even if Kel believed he was one who was capable of making Xol's plan come to light, he could not underestimate how effective these plans would be when successfully or even partially completed. With the completion of allowing the two warriors to live, the clan would have the insight they needed to understand and use the weapons they recovered, information that could be proven useful, an abundance of Sangheili seed into the melting pot...

And the timeline that Kel and Xol needed.

For some reason, Xol was extremely unsettled by the news he received. All that they needed to do now was continue to relocate and find whatever temple Xol could be able to access. Only when they had found their next relocation space, a grotto under a mountain pass, Xol would reveal the information, in time.

Tonight, Kel would have his answers.

As for the males who had turned against their own code, Kel snorted in disrepute. Most of the female offspring Xol had and will produce would go to them, increasing their numbers and allowing their growing clan to defend against The Covenant. He could see the value of such vision, to sacrifice the captives honor and dignity for said vision was respectable. However, the argument from Xol was clear: If the Sangheili of today lack honor, then what they did today will not stain their sense of honor.

However, seeking a Temple and using the sacred relics that lay dormant within still unsettled Kel. How long have they been sitting on these artifacts of the Forerunners? What secrets could they uncover and how many artifacts did they exchange to the San'Shyuum? Many questions resonated within his mind and all of them were not good. This was the reason why he had encouraged Xol to take the helm, the once human-now-Sangheili was much more effective than even his own brother in tactics. Yet the time would come where being Kaidon would be the most stressing...

And as he thought of Xol being a Kaidon; he didn't feel a shred of regret in making this decision.

Kel would soon awaken from his meditation. Movement started to cusp dust in the air as did the air sheltering him within the tent. It unsettled the male, even as the night allowed him to perceive the shadow that approached his tent.

"Enter," Kel spoke.

Instead of a whelp seeking advice on a new point of perspective or a female suggesting which converted male to mate with, Kel was greeted with the appearance of Suxe; the mate of Xol. Immediately, Kel would raise a knee and bow his head to the apostate. Even if she was a female who was considered to be dishonorable to The Covenant, she was the more honorable in his eyes... regardless if she was his current matriarch.

"You have proven to be even more capable than the myths of old, Kel'Darsam." Suxe'Suttin hummed as she would approach the kneeling warrior of old. She could see he was still draped in the basic coating of silver plated armor. How he had managed to create such armor without a forgemaster or a station to construct it was beyond her. Yet, all she could do was honor her son, even if her son was many centuries her superior.

Huffing, Kel would simply look up to his maternal mother, return his raised knee to the ground, and nod in factual approval. "So it seems... and thus another entry into my ballad shall be proclaimed." He replied with a swift and curt respect for the matriarch. However, the scent of other males clinging to her scent unsettled him.

He could evidently see she was mating with the other males of the clan, those who had converted at the very least. There was a sign that Xol had approved of this, seeing as she was currently naked and without her cape. She had not been shown to the converted males in order to ensure her privacy and protection. The secret that she was the apostate was kept as a secret between himself, Xol, and her for her safety.

Yet, there were still a great many measures in place to ensure her safety... even if it was unnecessary.

"Still, I worry for both you and Xol. The clan is growing faster than I had ever expected. With the seven converts, I still share my body with them in order to help with my daughters. And the sentinel watch is always reporting activity." Suxe huffed.

"We have the numbers and the weapons to mount an effective defense. For now, we are making sure we have the necessary warriors trained to kill anyone that dares threaten the clan, rather than having the bodies needed to fight them. You would be surprised how effective small teams are during any sort of battle." Kel implied, eyeing his matriarch to see what she would say or do.

"Give the clan a few more days, and we might be able to accomplish any feat we set our minds to." Suxe agreed, nodding as she walked towards the entrance of the tent. "In any passage of words, you are summoned by Xol. He wishes to speak with you." With that, the female departed Kel and exited the tent.

The First Light of Sanghelios hummed in the departure of Suxe. He would quickly stand and recover his composure for the discussions ahead. What caused Xol to grow weary concerned him greatly. If the male was knowledgeable enough to understand all the horrific things that came with this reality, then the implication of this current passage in time was enough for Kel to be worried.

Waiting too long to think about what this would imply for the male, Kel would walk out of his domain and answer the Kaidon's summons... ready to be revealed to what was to come.

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In the middle of the command tent within the center of the camp, Xol dwelled on the large and wide implications of their position inside the large chasm inside the ruins they've found. While he was aware of the grander schemes of The Covenant, he needed to figure out how to combat them. The rising Kaidon understood that The Covenant had taken a great deal of Forerunner artifacts from the Sangheili. If there were any that were remaining, then the temples in this region would have them.

Xol shuddered in observation over the mass of temples in their wide perimeter. There were so many of these proclaimed temples of the Sangheili, causing the leading male to examine the nearest locations of these temples more closely. Several of them were a few miles out from their pinpointed location. The map of quickly generated paper showed as much from the converts who had the information to share it.

In estimation, they would need to gather their numbers in order to go further into Vadam territory. The Covenant would surely be searching for Suxe and himself. Even if they numbered close to fifty in strength, they needed to be skilled and weaponized for the campaign that they would need to embark.

Mathematics would only imply that the increase in the breeding rate led to the conclusion that one night of recovery would double their numbers at minimum. If he increased the number of daughters given to the converts, they would most likely triple their population at most. However, one night was all that was needed to jumpstart the clan count and give them the ability to find every damned temple's secrets within the miles long perimeter.

If they found a Forerunner Constructor...

His thoughts were interrupted the moment his tent flaps were opened. Soon enough, Kel'Darsam passed through the entrance and looked at the overseeing clan leader. "You sent for me?" The First Light of Sanghelios asked of the rising Kaidon.

Nodding, Xol would stand upright and place a claw on the map. "Yes Kel, I have." The male implied, giving the warrior his moment to enter and gather himself for the meeting Xol had intended for him.

The room itself was rather stark and only coated with an array of creature comforts. By how the map of the region was splayed on a makeshift table, he was surprised that the Sangheili would be able to do his work with the resting females he spotted resting in the corner of the tent. It was evident enough that his distant brood-sisters served as worthy concubines to the male, even as he didn't show it.

"What did you wish to talk about?" Kel asked.

"Many things, but above all, to inform you what the plan is going to be." Xol replied, bowing his head in respect to the great warrior. "Seven objectives there will be, all leading to a single end goal."

"And that goal is...?" Kel asked, staring at Xol.

"This-" Xol would take out a scroll of parchment. Inside, there would be chicken scratches of a designed device, implied as a floating piece of tech. "-is the mission. A Forerunner Constructor, it could be able to help us design a ship or repair one for us to use."

"Strange... this looks oddly familiar." Kel thought to himself, not out of the memories that flashed from Xol's human recollections... but of a shrine within a holy temple. He would remember that this land, Quivro, held it. However, Sunion was a coastal city that he didn't recognize.

"Are you... okay Kel?" Xol would speak. His head cocked at the sight of Kel's moment of thought.

"Yes... I am fine. I have seen something similar to the creature you have designed. It is within this land, in a temple deep in the bowels of Quivros." The male informed the clan leader.

In reaction to this information, Xol widened his eyes and rolled up the parchment so that he could place it to the side. "So, it looks like the temple is far more inland. That would explain the deep and cavernous rivers." The male implied, soon scrambling over to gather a small stick with an inkwell to write with. As he would grip the stick and begin looking at the vast array of temples, there were only a few of them that matched the small details that Kel mentioned.

After writing a few dots on the map, Xol regarded Kel with a look of respect. "There will be three locations, then." Xol sighed happily. "We can do a lot with this intel, if the converts' intel on the land is correct."

"Why even trust them?" Kel asked.

"Simply put, scouring the land of any Forerunner resource will draw more than unwanted attention. It may cause The Covenant to find, scour, and take the secrets of these temples before we can be able to do it... that's if they discover what we are going to do." Xol would examine the distance and the length of time it would take for search parties to make it to the locations and then back.

Logistics, that was the word that Kel did not like observing the practice of. Whenever there was a plan, he just went with it, adapted to the situation, and followed his instincts to the letter. However, the reasoning here was sound, even if he didn't like it. Targeting temples to find a revered relic, then find a ship to repair or use it?

"And this... ship? What are we going to do if everything goes well with your... plan?" Kel asked.

"If we manage to get the ship, we will evacuate the planet. The Covenant is far too large and powerful for us to handle alone. We need to plant a successful rebellion, find means to make ships, produce technologies, and find more Forerunner artifacts. Finding the humans... however, that will need to come when we are more prepared to utilize a universal translator."

All of that jargon spoke little to the Kel, only 'retreat' and 'find humans'.

"So, how will we do all of this?" Kel implied to the male.

Xol, now seeing Kel's lack of implication on the details, picked up his verbiage by speaking on the subject in a little more clarity to it. "If we have the ship or at least many ships, then we can find means to get to a planet and recover. The plan can be adjusted there." The male nodded.

"I am still concerned by the very notion of desecrating a temple. We are solely coming into these temples and just to take the artifacts within them?" Kel implied, crossing his arms the more he thought about what the male was speaking.

Seeing where this was going, Xol turned to face Kel'Darsam and approached him. To ensure that the male was not worried of a pure desecration of self and the source of Sangheilian honor, the male rested a claw on the shoulder on Kel with a look in the eye.

"That is the only thing that is needed. Just because the religious center of what is now our people is wrong, we should not condemn belief itself because of it. I do not seek any priest to be killed nor an innocent life to be taken for it. If you do not wish to see such a mistake happen, I would not lose a day of sleep if you took command of this mission." Xol spoke, nodding to Kel in this regard. The male respected him too much to let Kel doubt the purpose of their mission.

If it meant that to ensure the First Light of Sanghelios was to have full autonomy over the mission, Xol believed it necessary to let him have the command. When he looked at Kel'Darsam, he would see the male displaying a comfort behind it. Just by allowing Kel to have the command, Xol spared the both of them any heartache by trust and respect.

"For one who comes from a different world, you carry honor very well." Kel snorted, soon placing a claw on his clothed chest. "Now, as you are a male of plans, are you capable of being a male of action?" He asked, looking at Xol with a curious gaze.

"I can kill and know how to do it, but if you expect me to hold my own in single combat, that is another issue entirely." Xol chuckled. He was curious as to where Kel was going with the thought of a matter of carrying out his actions.

"Starting tomorrow, you shall be trained. No leader should be weaker than those he leads." Implied the Light of Sanghelios, soon lowering his claw and letting it dwindle as a hand shake.

Seeing this, Xol nodded to Kel and shook his hand.

"So long as the other males train with me."

"We shall see. Get some rest, both of us are going to need it."

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Priestess Thapa'Nuttinee had found it very peculiar that the ruins of Urs had developed a fully fletched jungle all along the entrance into the cavern. She was surprised by how a similar jungle flourished into a valley before the statues devoted to the god himself. Vines that glowed a pulsating glow in day and night intrigued her. Even the environment that was of the local fauna adapted quickly to its sudden appearance... flourishing in a blend of colors of the Sangheilian gardens of Urs and his pantheon.

The clothed female observed the abundance of coloration these vibrant and wet vegetation had provided for the female. Too attractive were these biomes of unique fauna that Thapa thought it best to venture further. Standing nearly seven foot tall in length, the female leaned into the wide expanse and hallowed her way through.

As a priestess of her own congregation to Urs and the gods above, this was a sign to her from them. She believed in her essence that as her feet pressed onto the ground, she would depart herself of any footwear so as to not desecrate a potential holy ground. Even as she began the trek, she could not keep her enthusiasm from her mouth.

"By Urs light, this is magnificent!"

In entering the beginning passages of the ruins, the priestess witnessed a sight of radiant beauty. Before her, the ruins were being fixed by the glowing vestiges of the jungle. The vines were coating the walls and supporting beams to prevent structural failure, placing broken pieces back into place. She could not see this process in a quick manner, but the effects of the slowly expanding plant growth was enough for her to see its effects in detail. However, she was curious in determining why this jungle had appeared, or why today of all days did the gods decide to give them a sign?

Thapa took this sign of the gods as a reason to go deeper into the jungle. She sought to understand the will of the gods and prayed for their blessings for all of Sangheilios. Now, this was her chance to go to them. Looking to her left, Thapa elected to take a large tunnel that was filled to the brim with the soft outcropping of glowing brush, a vibrant mossy ground, and the reflective coloration of vines that radiated of juicy water and fruits. Each step caused the ground to flicker with light, like water disturbed by rocks on a stilled surface. It boggled her mind by the minor reaction of the bioluminescence, yet she continued onwards into the deep brush to seek out the source to this wilderness.

Adventuring deeper into the mouth of the cavernous system was not what the priestess had intended for herself. Even as her hooves splotched through fluidic grounds and dry surfaces, the nagging feeling of finding out what caused this still dragged in her mind.

Just when she was about to question the root cause, a strange scent began to fill her senses. The smell was sweet and succulent as the vines and the foliage brushed her skin. It ebbed a unique smell, clean and wet like a river, yet not as murky as a swamp. Strangely enough, the fluids she walked over slotched her skin, marking her in its smell and spreading its influence all throughout her body wherever it touched.

Little did she know that the jungle itself had an influence of its own and the humidity was the start to it. Thapa's clothing was the first casualty as the cloth she wore sagged in the amount of water that soaked it. The material meshed and rubbed against the female's skin while moving from canopy after canopy. That was when the priestess decided to toss her soaked robes to the side, stripping naked out of irritation. She would return to the trek, happy that she would no longer feel her clothes holding her back.

Never had Thapa been so conflicted with that assessment. As she started to make her way through the brush, the wetness had now started to coat her skin as vines, leaves, and heavy bushes raked along her figure. The humidity had not helped with the situation either; sweat had started accumulating all over her body. She could smell herself beginning to ebb a hot scent, odor that was feathery and clear.

Yet, even as her sweaty body continued to move forward, she could feel herself reacting to the sweet smell that gained most of her attention. It was beginning to affect how her senses reacted to the smell, strangely changing tone and potency to affect her differently. The scent was still sweet and her long walk into the glowing tunnel resonated in refractive glows. Each coloration started having a desired change in the scent the more she walked and sweated, as if the jungle was aware of her presence and changed the smell of the environment to have a desired effect.

That was, until another change in the scent had its desired outcome.

Thapa paused herself in the middle of a tunnel intersection when the desired scent filled her nostrils. This time, the female felt several strands of her own juices beginning to trickle down her legs. She would feel the overwhelming scent drown her senses in its influence, an essence desiring her to its full effect.

The priestess wanted to understand the will of the gods...

Now, she gave into them.

If they wanted her to undergo a glorious prostation, then she would not be found wanting. At that moment, Thapa dropped to her knees and spread her thighs over the glowing earth. Her claws moved over her slit, loose with the history of the blademasters who had seeded her blood in the past. With her claws pressing against her nub and massaging the loose muscle between her legs, Thapa moaned in relief, her fingers finding purchase within her flesh in one stroke after the next.

Thapa didn't realize how wet her pussy was as her juices poured onto the surface of the floor beneath her. Just fingering her loose, fat piece of flesh created a small puddle of her own liquids onto the glowing fauna. With her left claw loosening up her snatch, she would caress her smooth and smelly body with her right. The excess pleasure that resonated within the priestess was humbling, even if she dug herself into the trenches of masturbating pleasures.

At the peak of her sexual high, something changed. While the priestess was fingering herself in the middle of the tunnel intersection and surrounded by brush and thickets, the ground beneath her started to react to her culmination of sweat and pussy juices. Little did she know, the bioluminescent fauna beneath her absorbed her succulent fluids. With the female's fluids absorbed, that was when the pheromones started to intensify and burn the priestess' senses even more.

Now her pussy had become a fountain, juices ebbing down from her muff in the midst of her desire to please the gods. In attempting to please the gods, she had become a hot mess full of sweat and fertile odor, driven mad into a perpetual state of pleasure and eventually... her genitalia would burn with the signs of a heat.

Prepared like a slab of meat, that was the moment it declared Thapa was ready. Within the glowing fauna, a transformation was approaching. The plants who had taken her fluids began changing its matter into flesh, churning its surface within and bringing a new diverse form of existence to the glowing light that dimmed all across the female. Subverted flesh brought forth new appendages that glowed within the bushes, fleshy tendrils that pulsated in the seed that created it.

Attached to a singular entity of a pulsating mass of nodes attaching to a wall, the tendrils that protrude from its essence aimed for the female. Thapa's fluids brought the mass of flesh into existence, now it was going to fill the priestess's insides with the gift of creation.

Unaware of what was going to happen, Thapa cried aloud as her snatch pulsated in a series of climaxes. She rasped in the midst of pleasuring herself for too long. Still, the scent that burned in her snout kept her fingering herself. However, while she furiously rubbed at herself and rasped at her feeling of skin, that was the moment she felt the tendrils snaking all around her.

At first, Thapa initially thought of running away or attacking the appendages that gathered. Three tendrils simply caressed her skin, sampling her sweat with rubs and snaked wrappings. Yet, with her vent wide open before the masses of tendrils that surrounded her...

Thapa immediately felt the flash of pleasure before her mind realized one of the glowing tendrils had entered her snatch. Like a glowing magnet, the long and thick piece of flesh pressed into her nethers and dug in deep into her loose and wet folds. The priestess cried out in the overwhelming sensation the tendril provided, adding to the females nearly incoherent state of lust. It only made the females sex-addled mind give into her emotions fully.

No longer rubbing herself, the Sangheilian female simply threw her arms back and embraced the feeling that the lengthy piece of flesh provided for her. The way it explored her slit and prodded her flesh only served to maximize the pleasure that Thapa felt. Each prod and poke made her shudder in pleasure, rasping in a breathless moan, and even begging for release.

The slick sensation of other tendrils soon changed her mind as the smooth flesh of the lengthy coils complimented her glossy skin. While the oily limb of flesh was preoccupied with making her pussy squelch, the other appendages began to focus on the rest of her body. Many tendrils focused on wrapping along her arms, thighs, and even her waist; preparing on hoisting her up in the peak sensation of the fucking she was receiving.

Not long into the exploration of her insides, the tendril finally poked the cervix that laid at the female's core. So deep was the tendril that Thapa climaxed in the first poke. Her thighs tried to close out of reaction, but the tendrils that were wrapped around her legs prevented it. All that was left was a female squirting all over the tendril, making all of its skin ooze with the wetness of femcum.

After a few more pokes and a loud cry of pleasure later, the tendril began to dump its fluids inside of her. Pulsating with one oozy wet drop after another, the balls of cum started to swell from the shaft of the tendril and drive the essence directly into her egg chambers.

That was when the essence of the tendrils really kicked off the female into a sex craze. Receiving the globs of the appendages seed brought enough of a stench that feelings alone couldn't process. Her walls were filled with the sticky contents, drooling from her entrance and slouching her depths like a murky pond. It still continued to wash her insides with the fluids even while the priestess's legs trailed multiple strands of fluids from her vent, flowing from her depths and dripping onto the floor like a waterfall.

Moments would begin to pass after the sexual high was reached. With the tendril still being bound inside her, the sensitive nub of her snatch squelched instinctually; her walls contracting every so often and bringing the female to a tight moan. Its seed still spilled inside her depths, expanding her muff or plugging the cervix to continue fertilizing her mound.

Only when Thapa's belly started to become heavy with eggs, that was when her mind came into reality. She felt like she was about to fall on her back. Yet, the glowing tendrils that held her by her waist and limbs only tightened. The second she tried moving, however, was when the tentacles began to pull her up with tremendous strength.

"I... what...?" Thapa asked, delirious and exhausted in the midst of her recovery. Her entire body radiated heat and her muscles were growing sore from the work it had to do to produce the eggs developing rapidly in her belly. Soon, she would find herself being placed upon the nearest wall and held there.

Not long into her confusion, a few extra tendrils would rise from the vines hanging all around the female. They radiated a light cyan and touched her skin, poking and prodding every orifice of her body. One would reach her mouth and start to enter her throat, causing Thapa to struggle and retract. No sooner did she resist, that the organ started to squirt juices into her feeding tube, making her muscles relax in recovery. Another tendril would enter her mouth and begin applying air into her lungs.

At that moment when Thapa was fully secured on the wall, tendrils started to spray a strange and organic fluid all over her body. It glowed cyan like the organs and felt sticky like the cum that marked her entrance. The fluids felt warm like spunk when it touched her skin, yet hotter when the material touched the concrete walls; dissolving it like acid on soil. It worked faster than any other surface, and yet it was not dissolving her. Thapa felt like she was chosen, by something greater than any she had ever met... smart... intelligent... like the gods themselves.

The moment she was covered in the fluid, did the tendrils holding her from arms, legs, and waist let go of her. She could still feel the tendrils in her throat and snatch still working in her. Everything was strange when she was still held, the biomass that covered her body still continued to grow. Thapa had since closed her eyes, unable to move herself freely as she wished. Until then, she would only slowly move side to side as the organic mass held her within it.

However, in the moments that passed, Thapa felt her pregnant belly pulsating in the effects of her eggs being fully developed. The moment she started to lay her eggs, the tendril in her feeding tube squirted a fluid to turn what would be a painful experience into a pleasurable one. Her eggs started to plop out of her muff, the tendril in her snatch swallowing each one as they came out. Thapa groaned as the organ swallowed her young, making her instincts swell as she started to fight and struggle against the biomass that held her.

Yet, it was far too late to struggle now... and the tendril soon took in every egg she produced.

Then, out in the peak of her struggle, Thapa felt the tendrils in her mouth squirting a noxious fluid into her depths. This time, instead of providing pleasure, nor fertility... this one was different. It was a fluid that directly affected her mental state, making her senses resonate with that of every thought. She gagged, spasmed, and twitched with every effect the fluid made, like a wave that spread throughout her body that hit the nerves and onto the spine... leading directly to her brainstem.

And when it did... Thapa widened her eyes within the gestating growth.

The truth was revealed to her, all of it. Memories of Sangheilios, The Covenant's lies, the origins of The Forerunners... and the fate of humanity was revealed. She did not understand what most of it was... but the visions she had seen, all of it... had changed her.

"I understand... We have failed the Gods... but we can still reclaim our honor. Teach me creature... reveal everything to me. I am not afraid!"

In the many hours that had begun to pass, Thapa communed with what allowed her to see these visions. It allowed her to experience the memories that were before her. Everything that was and ever will be was within her grasp, bringing her to seeking out the source of what caused all this. Her mind descended into the depths of the darkness, seeking the mental space where memories filled her surrounding visions.

This one was unique, a human was standing in the void, waiting, looking onward.

All she could do was simply ask:

"Who are you?"