[center][h1]Nero[/h1][/center]

With the slaves through the portal was beginning to close. The spiral that made its surface akin to an illusory glimpse into the infinite universes began to slow. Its brimming presence waning. The number of remaining seraphim grew smaller. Soon there were few there but the strongest. Mirror remained, fighting many foes with his spectacular abilities. Ice forming into various weapons and striking foes down with a flurry of speed to counter their own. Ice forming within the surrounding area more and more. However as stronger seraphim showed so did stronger Nero elites.

A Nero Royal, clear Nayu in dress and demeanor. Wearing a mask. Stood among these people. He merely watched as if entertained. A seraphim beneath his boot. [b]"A great culling is upon us."[/b] He spoke with a chuckle. A glass of blood in his hand as he leisurely sipped from it. [b]"It's our turn to infiltrate.."[/b] A shadow emerged from beneath him. His shadow moved on its own vanishing beneath the shadow of one of those combating the Nero guards and Therosi slavers. 

[@geurls]

A portion of this giant chandelier exploded upon impact with the stone. It rocked to the side from the strike dropping shrapnel below. It gave a sparkling flare to the battle waging within. This also caused one of the few light sources in this place to give out. Allowing the Nero guards complete shadow vanishing within the room. This caught Mirror by surprise as a black blade struck his left wing. He smiled however. His wing reforming instantly as if made of ice and sentient on its own. 

[color=#C6DEFF]"Somethings missing... LILA! WHERE ARE YOU!?"[/color] Shouted Mirror. As he did this a surge of frost whirled around him and froze many of the stalking enemies who lurked in the shadows. He then leaped into the air taking flight with a stream of frost escaping his feet. He made sure the young Nayu girl that was with Constance made it through the portal. She was met with care immediately despite her obvious differing heritage from the seraphim they aimed to save.

[@13org]

Anui's ears perked upwards. He was steadfast watching the curtains for anyone who may enter. But his ears picked up the sound of someone calling for Lila. Anui closed his eyes. Again he heard the shouting for Lila. He could tell from sound alone that this person was air born and was fighting against the odds. This was not one of his people, a Nero Royal. He released the blade and it vanished into a billow of darkness. He then stood to his feet, leaving his right hand on Lila's shoulder as he walked around to her front. Returning to a kneel to meet her eye to eye.

[color=#744E74]"Lila. Why does this man who slaughters our people call out your name? Does he have a grudge against you my dear?"[/color] His hand reached out besides them. A ebony blade forming in his hand once again. [color=#744E74]"If so. I will not let him leave here alive to threaten you another day."[/color] He awaited her answer with his tender yet cold expressionless face. Always prepared to take action with the upmost significance. 

[center][h1]Vrondi[/h1][/center]

[@Guy0fV4lor]
Upon entering the white stone walls of the healing center, decorated with beautiful wild vegetation, those who came from the portal began to be placed on soft beds of dried grass on wooden planks. Healing mages wearing white or the near bare attire that Sol in Vrondi typically wear began casting regenerative, and curing spells. Manipulating the flesh to reject any possible poison and heal itself. Liquid medicine was poured into their mouths. Remedies made from potent plants bred in Vrondi's territory. A drink to put pain out of ones mind and feel a heavenly pleasure. 

This was done to Mason the clearly injured seraphim ex slave. Along with others of his kind who were laid out besides him. The drink would be sweet like juice yet feel like warm alcohol. A healer who wore little else but vegetation to cover her most delicate parts hovered her hands over him after administering the drink. She spoke soft words like a enchanting whisper into his ear as she did this to lull him away from his pain as his wounds attempted to heal. She also wrote down on a paper with a stick and ink various notes on his condition.

[@Jollan]
Dremmick was a presumed enemy by the seraphim for sure. However his approach caught the Therosi archers by surprise. Once grabbed he screamed a curse before succumbing to Dremmick's necromancy. The Aion warrior the dragon blooded man then selflessly helped provided backup for Dremmick. This luckily was a workable strategy. As he healed more seraphim more began to trust him. Allowing him into their defensive line. So once they began to escape they held onto him, as he was clearly flightless. 

Once through the portal Dremmick was immediately checked on by a healer. One wearing all white who was a clear Sol in blood. "Now now. Let us check you." She said despite Dremmick's protest of being unharmed. He was sat down on a grass bed and as he was a seraphim knight approached him. [b]"You helped save my friend back there. I couldn't help but notice you're not an Aion. Regardless you made the right choice in helping us. What's your name?"[/b] Taxis guards remained at the entrance with their shields blocking the exit. This was a security measure, all was confined in this room. Even those outside could not get in.

Word was spreading of the success of the Aion already. Freeing slaves from the mouths of hungry Nero royals. It was a beautiful story for those who heard. This mixed with the festivities currently going on made many curious and want to see. But the Taxis headquarters was very well protected. Unlike the usual as its mainly used as a healing center. For those waiting to exit there were many waiting to greet them and congratulate them and share their stories. Some wrote for papers in various territories.