Chapter Text
Location: Arago’s Castle, Dynasty, Youjakai
Date & Time: May 28, 2007, early morning
Invasion: Day Four
“Well I hope you're pleased with yourself. You can be such a hopeless braggart.” Rajura sighed after watching the replay of the previous day's battle. He shook his head, his long braid of white hair swishing down his broad subarmored back. “Right now they probably think you're dead. We might be able to use that to our advantage but...”
“But it makes the rest of look bad,” Anubisu added with a sigh of annoyance. “Your disgrace is our disgrace as well.”
“Given you are the proclaimed leader of us, they'll think we'll be as easy to beat as well,” the Venom Warlord muttered. “I know its difficult, having to hold back like we are, but still....”
The youngest Warlord sighed. “If we could just kill them...! Fighting to not kill our opponent after all these centuries!”
Before his fellow Warlords could reply, they all stiffened at the familiar feel of their Emperor's presence joining them as Arago materialized over the dais. Immediately the four bowed to him, their fists banging home over their hearts as their voices rang out: “Arago-sama.”
“My Warlords,” he greeted them. “I see you have learned from young Shuten's mistakes in the last battle. Make certain you do not repeat them. You are aware that despite having captured millions of human souls, my plans for this world have not yet been meet?”
“Yes, Arago-sama,” Anubisu murmured, head tilting to study the spectral representation without lifting his head from his bow. “But we will still manage what it is you seek – to destroy this tainted world, to fill it with suffering and death in order to bring about a better world of peace and prosperity.”
“Your thousand year old revenge will come and at last your dream will become reality,” Naaza agreed.
“Very good. But none of that will not come to pass until you bring me those five. Without the armors held by the Samurai Troopers I will not have the power I need. As you have noticed, the armor of Wildfire gained strength from being in that volcano, much like each of yours gain strength from certain seasons in the year. I suspect each location they are hiding at are places that will strengthen them in a similar manner, so you must not underestimate them and capture them before they revive. You must not repeat Shuten's mistake.”
Shuten's head dipped deeper into the bow at the reprimand even as the Emperor continued.
“The odds are still in our favor though we will have to move swiftly.”
Rajura's head lifted and he gazed at Arago in confusion. “How so, Arago-sama?”
“They will not be a true threat until all five have gathered together,” the ghostly Emperor replied.
A nearly nonexistent brow rose as Naaza looked at the Emperor. “I see. So if we capture them all before they manage to reunite, keep them separated, then they are no threat to us, yes?”
“Correct, Naaza,” Arago agreed, pleased by the Venom Warlord's quick mind and cunning. “Keep in mind, however, that their armor protects them like yours does you, so it will not be easy. Naaza. This time I will count on you to seek them out and capture them. Bring them to me. Do you understand?”
The other three shifted to study the second youngest even as he straightened, back stiff and shoulders squared in pride. “Of course, Arago-sama. I will not fail you.”
“Your poison will run over the Earth and drive them out of hiding.”
“The Dynasty will rule. They will not escape me.” Naaza promised.