Aven is the first to move.

Before Arsival can summon his trigger, he steps forward and releases his own ability. A silver mass emits from his arms and takes shape between him and Arsival. The large crates collide with a solid force field. Piles of food and canisters drop to the floor.

The attack was something that Aven wasn't expecting to happen.

The Soline would've been the likely neytive to rebel amongst them and cause problems. Xen has made his intentions abundantly clear. Half the candidates could've had a reason to kill one another, but that's not the case.

It's the Psyke neytives who've attacked first. The very neytives assigned by the Chancellor herself. Neytives who have no issue hurting their own Preeminent. They must have been planning this from the start. There's no way their grudges and hatred for the trybes would disappear in one dial. Those negative emotions were festering in the back of their minds, until they saw the perfect opportunity to attack.

They wanted the last dial on Auroris to be their last dial to live. That was their mistake.

This is the time to show them what the candidates of Myalón are capable of.

He holds up the force field while shouting over the smashing crates. "Stay behind me!"

Most of the candidates recede into the cluster of crates and pipes, but Aven stays planted where he is. Standing behind him are the neytives from Aurist, Vitares and Morphyle.

The Morphyle neytive places her hand on his shoulder.

She towers over them in height, her body bending over to level her face with his. Her skin is gray and her long brown hair reaches the base of her spine. Her body seems to contort in a way Aven can't.

He finds her presence to be a distraction. "What are you doing?"

Arsival hurls more objects at them.

Aven keeps his focus on the force field he created, but glances at what the Morphyle is doing. Her gray hand turns into a tanned one. Her height also shrinks to match his. Her hair pulls back into her head, changing from brown to dark green.

She copied Arsival's appearance, down to the last detail.

While Aven maintains his force field, the Morphyle runs off into the hangar and joins the rest. The Vitares, Dharunma, and Aurist stay where they are, using his force field for protection.

Dharunma reaches his hand out at Arsival. The ongoing assault comes to an abrupt stop.

The Vitares manipulates the Psyke neytive's blood, forcing his body to twist and convulse in a cruel manner.

"That should hold him down," Dharunma blurts out when Arsival passes out and collapses to the floor. "Come on. We need to leave."

The Aurist follows behind Dharunma, but Aven is showing reluctance to trail behind them. If he goes with them, there may be a chance they will attack again. If he stays, more Psyke neytives like Arsival will walk through the door.

He takes his chances and catches up to the Vitares and Aurist, getting lost in the hangar.

They turn left and right at every corner, trying to avoid running into more Psyke neytives.

"We need to get to one of those stratus vessels," Dharunma takes the lead while the Aurist falls behind Aven.

"Do you know how to fly?" the Aurist asks.

Dharunma stops walking and swings his arm out to push them back.

Around the right corner, a burst of fire passes by them. The Inphernos neytive stands his ground and forces every bit of his strength into his trigger. Aven can feel the flames growing hotter.

From the left corner, crates and sharp objects fly into the fire. A Psyke neytive dodges the attack and throws more items.

With no way across, they turn back. Their luck turns against them when another Psyke neytive pops out in front of them.

The Aurist is quick to raise her hands and form a ball of pure white energy. She throws the ball at the neytive and it implodes right in front of his face. He falls to the ground, but tries to stand back up.

Somewhere behind the wall of crates, a large explosion shakes the hangar. It wasn't fire that spread though, it was light blue and thinner. Aven knows the type of trigger that caused the explosion. The trigger of a Lunilla neytive. They can release huge amounts of lunar energy and even contain that energy in random objects.

Dharunma runs after the Aurist when he sees the crates toppling over. Aven stays put and summons another force field to block the falling wall.

Once the debris settles, he lowers his barrier but he loses sight of the two neytives he was following.

He's alone again.

During his stay on Auroris, Aven thought it would be better to be alone. No interactions, no conflicts and no contributions. Before he left his isle, he promised himself he would try to make an effort for the Knyghts Voyage.

His Preeminent talked to him the dial before he left. He told Aven to remember what they used to do before the Trybal War. The Barrilygo trybe earned the most respect from the Psyke neytives, including Chancellor Prime. Their force field trigger is powerful and impenetrable. Nothing can get through unless they willed it to.

He should've tried to find Dharunma and the Aurist, but something else is telling him to stop wasting time and find a stratus vessel before things get worse.

It doesn't take long for Aven to get lost in the hangar. Everything becomes the same in his mind. His breathing becomes heavier and his legs begin to ache. He's clinging to the hope of finding one of the vessels. Zaccur never got the chance to demonstrate how to pilot one, so he has to rely on his own instincts.

If his chances of escape are slim at this level, then he'll have to risk it even higher.

Aven leaps over the fallen crates and reaches over the next. He climbs quickly to the top, hoping it'll lead him in the right direction. As he gets to the last box, there's no right direction. Chaos erupts everywhere he can see.

An onslaught of attacks occur at the same time. A multitude of abilities are being used in the hangar. A few are big enough to shake the vessel, while some are barely caught with the blink of an eye.

This isn't the time to get distracted again. He has to get through these battles.

He has to run.

Aven breaks into a sprint and runs across a line of crates and pipes. A cloud of poison billows beneath him, consuming the narrow spaces of the labyrinth. A gust of sand almost knocks him over. A large explosion can be seen ahead of him, radiating intense solar energy. There's a Psyke neytive standing on the crates like Aven, but he's ignoring him. He manipulates the objects around him and treats them as projectiles toward an unfortunate neytive.

A thought comes across his mind. This is a familiar sight. It makes him recall moments from the Trybal Rebellion.

A scream echoes throughout the hangar, a feminine one and it's close.

Aven leaps down to the floor and runs through the labyrinth. He finds the source of the scream after turning the corner.

A Psyke neytive is standing over the Sub Terric. He's holding a long steel pipe. The neytive pulls the pipe behind him and swings it over his body, planning on bashing the Sub Terric's head in.

The four-armed neytive uses his extra set of hands to grab the neytives forearm and the pipe. For a neytive who is scrawny, he can withstand the force the Psyke neytive swung at him.

Beside them, the Aither lies unconscious with her wild orange hair sticking to the blood on her forehead.

Across the open space is a path that leads straight to several stratus vessels. The doors are wide open and ready for departure.

Aven slips past the quarrel in front of him without being seen, but feels a pain in his stomach. A part of him recalls the words his Preeminent told him.

Be better than what we were before.

He looks back to the fight and locks eyes with the Sub Terric. His pitch black eyes shine in the red lights of the hangar.

Aven pulls a force field out and moves it forward as hard as he can. It hits the Psyke neytive and knocks him against the wall.

The Sub Terric turns himself onto his stomach and desperately crawls over to the Aither.

"Thank you," he hears the Sub Terric whisper to him.

Aven doesn't know if he deserves the gratitude. He helped them and made sure they were okay, but something else is telling him otherwise.

This is still the Knyghts Voyage.

The lights in the hangar suddenly change from red to green.

"What is happening?" Aven asks the Sub Terric.

"They are opening the door," the Sub Terric responds.

"The one we came through?"

"No," the Sub Terric points a finger at the massive door. The one with the vastness of space on the other side. "That door."