Listening to the skink captain's speech, Madam Dara and her daughters of assassins lied in wait, hiding behind the dark shadows of the twisting corridors just outside of the general line of sight.

As Madam Dara was focused on the contents of this so-called Captain Ixorak's words suddenly a thought came to her mind.

The connection she felt spawn inside the very depths of her heart, -or most likely, in her soul-, could it be used to transmit the contents of this semi-rousing speech back to her beloved lord? From what she understood and felt, the connection couldn't be forcefully activated by herself alone.. Yet, she could sort of send a request, notification so that the Master could activate it for her.

Thinking it through, Madam Dara, decided to give it a try. Though the battle should have just started, she didn't feel any strenuous activity, or elevated state of mind coming from the other side. The Lord, the Master should still be overlooking the first charge, and have not sprung to action himself.

Closing her eyes, Madam Dara let a soft sigh escape her sensual lips. She focused on the strange, mysterious source of the connection she felt deep inside her being. Concentrating on the sensation, Madam Dara sent a sliver of her mana to gently poke at the area, hoping that it would resonate with it, and would alert the Ex-Archbishop, the man of her dreams and sole resident of her heart.

Not a moment later, she felt the channel activate, allowing a surge of information to pool into her mind. Suddenly, as if her eyes were opened to the previously hidden universal truth, images, visions flooded Madam Dara's mind, causing him to freeze in her place for several seconds suddenly.

Eventually, as the sudden surge of information calmed down, so did Madam Dara wake up from her abruptly induced stupor.

Before she could send a message to greet her chosen Master, the same youthful voice she had heard before came ringing in his mind.

"[Reptilian] What is it, Miss Dara? Why did you call for me? Are you and your girls in position?" The youthful voice of the unknown figure calmly and warmly spoke.

Hearing it the second time, Madam Dara was now sure that the owner of the voice was indeed the supposedly aged, stout leader she secretly loved and worshiped.

Still, just like before she decided to keep silent about the unveiled deceit. She revealed a mischievous smile, stretching her blood-red lips wide across her face. In the next moment, her alluring, seducing tone of whispers of voice flew back into the mind of her Master.

"[Reptilian] My lord, I apologize for the intrusion. I hope I did not bother you too much. I know that the fight has just broken out and that-"

"[Reptilian] Enough, woman. I understand, I can feel the urgency in your heart. Tell me, what is the reason you have asked for my attention?" Before Madam Dara could finish her line of thought, the Master's voice urged her to get to the point.

She smiled sweetly, not minding the slightly agitated tone. She chuckled in her mind, sending her sweet giggles through the connection as she explained her intent.

"[Reptilian] My lord is so impatient! Ehehehe.." She teased before getting to the point. Her tone shifting, Madam Dara suddenly spoke with a serious tone. "We are in position, behind their lines, my Lord. In fact, the army is a bit of a distance away.. however we have stumbled upon something that I believe would urgently require your attention.

"Allow me to show you what I mean. Please, my lord. Let me lend you my mind and my senses to show you what I mean."

Conveying what she wanted, Madam Dara closed her eyes and heaved a long exhale to clear her mind. She wasn't sure that what she devised was actually possible, she just hoped. After seeing the strange visions, she understood that these were either the thoughts or the direct scenes of what her Lord at the other end could see. Thus, she hoped that something similar could be feasible from her end as well, though she had no idea how to directly use such an ability.

She barely could grasp, understand the mysterious connection, much less animate it to the way of her will!

For a brief moment, there was absolute silence. The Lord at the other end of the 'line', did not respond. In fact, there was a sudden break, cut off in their connection. As if a veil, a shroud has descended, hiding the figure's thoughts and emotions from her.

This made Madam Dara grow increasingly nervous, worried. She feared that she may have offended the other party, or that something had happened causing the lord to suddenly shift his attention to the situation on the front line.

Before her worry could rise higher and cause her to do something that could potentially be disastrous, suddenly she felt the connection activate once again.

"[Reptilian] I see." The figure spoke curtly, the previous care and warmth were suddenly nowhere to be found, replaced by a colder, aloof sounding tone coming from the same vigorous unknown youth.

In the next instant, before Madam Dara could even respond, suddenly a sharp acute pain spread through her body. The source was the very connection she was using. An unknown intangible sort of substance, an energy similar, but at the same time vastly different to her Mana has invaded her veins, swiftly overtaking her spiritual vessel.

"[Reptilian] Don't fight it." Before panic could completely set in, Madam Dara heard the youth's voice once again. It was not as insipid as before, she could feel a faint trace of the worry and genuine care hiding behind the figure's forced cool.

"[Reptilian] I know it hurts, yet I have to ask you to try to withstand it. I will temporarily connect your senses. Please show me what you wanted me to see whilst you explain clearly what I need to know."

As the voice began to speak, the acute sharp pain that wreaked havoc inside Madam Dara slowly began to subside, allowing her to sigh with relief for a moment, before she followed the instructions.

Quickly, she opened her eyes once more, feeling a strange inexplicable sensation knowing that her beloved man was seeing exactly what she did. As a gentle smile began to curve the edges of her lips, Madam Dara sneakily turned her head around the corner once again, looking at the scene of Captain Ixorak and his modest but powerful team of warriors getting ready to set out and go back towards the direction of the city.

As the scene was transferred to Aiden, who was standing atop the crumbling, dilapidated section of the wall, Madam Dara transferred all the information she had so far heard and learned through the short speech of the little captain.

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