Cado sent out buoys, floating on the surface of the Void, listening for one of the Nul. Her kind were adept at riding the currents between the realms, the ripples that indicated various lives. Great waves signifying those such as the Nul. There were other great waves now, moving in their own particular patterns. Many she was used to were gone, dead, frozen (which was as good as dead), or just too far away for her to detect. Frustrated, she floated a few more sensors, hoping the extra information would catch something. Before they had finished opening, she had released them; she had felt the signature of a Nul. She couldn't tell which as they all sounded the same for some reason. She doubted they were a split soul; split souls divided their powers equally between fragments and there was no way that anything could grow so powerful as to be able to split a seemingly countless number of times and still be capable of so much. The Nul were titans amongst hazeshapers.
She stepped out of her passageway near Avan Nerovast. That wasn't surprising – he had been aspected to Alarast for as long as she could remember. Possibly as long as it had existed. Now there was a thought!
Avan was looking at her. Just looking. She realised that he stood before an audience. She had interrupted something. Probably something important. She didn't care, this was more important.
“Cennon has breached the wall. Plarit pushes back, alone for now.”
Avan's face went whiter than it already was. “Thank you Cado. Are you well?”
“Yes.”
“Can you help Plarit?”
“Yes.” She stepped back into the Void. Some were offended by the quick responses to their requests. Cado did not see a problem with it. When you had something to do, you got straight to it. That was why she had always got so much done. It was how she had learnt to excel at shaping. You could talk all you wanted, but that didn't mean you would get things done, including practice. Drawing didn't even hurt any longer – she had practised that much. Yes. She would be able to help Plarit.
She was wrenched back. Painfully.
“Ouch!”
Avan looked at her crossly. “Plarit can wait. We have other things to discuss first.”
“Oh.” She raised a shadowy arm to her head, causing dark patches to flow around the room for few seconds. The humans in the room stirred uneasily. Whatever Avan had been doing here, these were fragile things. She thought briefly about giving them a fright, but decided against it. Actions always had an effect, and that effect was either helping or harming. Scaring these fleshy things would likely fall on the harm side of that continuum.
“Please don't go until I give you the okay. I know how impatient you can be.”
Cado nodded. To Avan it would appear like a shifting of darkness in deep shade. He could perceive it, but she wouldn't give any more than that. Avan was being rude.
He sighed. “Sorry for snatching you back like that. This is urgent.”
She cheered up a little.
He continued. “I'd like the Watchers to resume their old roles. Defenders and Pushers, except with something extra. Those who excel at both fighting and pushing, Blucks for example, I'd like those to work as a sort of shock troop. Push Cennon out, but also keep an eye on the fighting. If it seems intense, jump in. If we can nip this in the bud we may fare better than last time. I still mourn the losses we endured, especially that of Jason Brade.”
Cado understood. Jason Brade was exceptional in his abilities. She also understood the idea of getting to the action quickly to avoid things becoming worse.
“Is that everything?”
“Not quite. I'm planning on sending these people here to help, if they are willing. They aren't strong, but every little bit counts. There are a couple of others I know of with useful talents. You can most likely also expect something from some of the other Nul.”
“I'll pass the messages along.”
“Thank you.”
Cado waited impatiently. After a few seconds Avan must have realised why she was waiting. “Go!” He commanded.
She left, shadows scurrying around the room once again.
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