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 Pü was deeply angered to discover that after the carnage had come the looting. Had his loved ones been killed simply so that these new creatures could harvest the surface's resources in peace? Was Atys not generous enough to share its riches? But, as if to punish the idealism of this naive question, his memory soon brought back memories of the history lessons his mother used to give him as a child: the War of the Aqueduct began when the Fyros Empire was hit hard by drought, after the Kingdom of Matia had dried up the river Munshia and increased the taxes it levied on Water Route convoys crossing its territory. The longest war in homin history began with a quarrel over water, a resource that was nevertheless present in abundance in the Wide Puddle. At all times, access to the resources of Atys had been a matter of conflict... So why not imagine that these intelligent creatures were driven by the same motive?
-This incongruous idea was just one of many. It was the delirious product of a sick mind. Broken. Forever scarred by pain. Ever since that terrible day, Pü had not stopped brooding. Nothing had ever succeed made him think about anything else. He tried to understand why his loved ones had been taken away from him. And finding no satisfying answers - none of them could be - he let hate consume him. Usually so calm and measured, he swore on Ma-Duk to eliminate every insectoid monster he would came across, gradually giving up the mission that the dying Grandmother Bä-Bä had entrusted to him: to find his ‘companions of destiny’, including a Fyros and a Matisse. Her obsession had almost cost him his life. and, used to the placidity of the harvesters, he had gradually let his guard down. Because, in fact, not all the enemy soldiers had left the Jungle. He made this discovery after slaughtering several workers busy cutting the bark off a large dorao tree, one of these slender, smooth-trunked trees whose tops formed the main bulk of the area's luxuriant canopy. As he prepared to leave, he spotted a group of creatures in the distance, similar to those in the first wave of the invasion, but with a more streamlined abdomen, like a scorpion's tail, and a carapace coloured green and white rather than brown. Well... it was rather the creatures in question who spotted him. Completely ignoring the herds of herbivores in their path, the monsters rushed towards Pü, as if they had been stalking him for a while already. Although the Zorai's first instinct was to draw his weapons, the Voice convinced him that he could not defeat the six giant insects at once. Unable to match their running speed either, Pü had no choice but to climb to the top of the dorao and flee into the canopy. And although the two smaller specimens managed to follow him, they proved far less agile than a human when it came to leaping from branch to branch. Over the following weeks, Pü came across these creatures on several occasions, identifying them as members of patrols exclusively hunting down homins who would have survived the swarm. This was a behaviour that again demonstrated the collective intelligence of this insectoid species that came from the depths of Atys...
+This incongruous idea was just one of many. It was the delirious product of a sick mind. Broken. Forever scarred by pain. Ever since that terrible day, Pü had not stopped brooding. Nothing had ever succeed made him think about anything else. He tried to understand why his loved ones had been taken away from him. And finding no satisfying answers - none of them could be - he let hate consume him. Usually so calm and measured, he swore on Ma-Duk to eliminate every insectoid monster he would came across, gradually giving up the mission that the dying Grandmother Bä-Bä had entrusted to him: to find his ‘companions of destiny’, including a Fyros and a Matisse. Her obsession had almost cost him his life and, used to the placidity of the harvesters, he had gradually let his guard down. Because, in fact, not all the enemy soldiers had left the Jungle. He made this discovery after slaughtering several workers busy cutting the bark off a large dorao tree, one of these slender, smooth-trunked trees whose tops formed the main bulk of the area's luxuriant canopy. As he prepared to leave, he spotted a group of creatures in the distance, similar to those in the first wave of the invasion, but with a more streamlined abdomen, like a scorpion's tail, and a carapace coloured green and white rather than brown. Well... it was rather the creatures in question who spotted him. Completely ignoring the herds of herbivores in their path, the monsters rushed towards Pü, as if they had been stalking him for a while already. Although the Zorai's first instinct was to draw his weapons, the Voice convinced him that he could not defeat the six giant insects at once. Unable to match their running speed either, Pü had no choice but to climb to the top of the dorao and flee into the canopy. And although the two smaller specimens managed to follow him, they proved far less agile than a human when it came to leaping from branch to branch. Over the following weeks, Pü came across these creatures on several occasions, identifying them as members of patrols exclusively hunting down homins who would have survived the swarm. This was a behaviour that again demonstrated the collective intelligence of this insectoid species that came from the depths of Atys...
 Breaking the flow of his thoughts, the voice inside echoed in his head.

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 Pü was deeply angered to discover that after the carnage had come the looting. Had his loved ones been killed simply so that these new creatures could harvest the surface's resources in peace? Was Atys not generous enough to share its riches? But, as if to punish the idealism of this naive question, his memory soon brought back memories of the history lessons his mother used to give him as a child: the War of the Aqueduct began when the Fyros Empire was hit hard by drought, after the Kingdom of Matia had dried up the river Munshia and increased the taxes it levied on Water Route convoys crossing its territory. The longest war in homin history began with a quarrel over water, a resource that was nevertheless present in abundance in the Wide Puddle. At all times, access to the resources of Atys had been a matter of conflict... So why not imagine that these intelligent creatures were driven by the same motive?
-This incongruous idea was just one of many. It was the delirious product of a sick mind. Broken. Forever scarred by pain. Ever since that terrible day, Pü had not stopped brooding. Nothing had ever succeed made him think about anything else. He tried to understand why his loved ones had been taken away from him. And finding no satisfying answers - none of them could be - he let hate consume him. Usually so calm and measured, he swore on Ma-Duk to eliminate every insectoid monster he would came across, gradually forgetting the search for survivors and the quest that the dying Grandmother Bä-Bä had entrusted to him. This madness had almost cost him his life and, used to the placidity of the harvesters, he had gradually let his guard down. Because, in fact, not all the enemy soldiers had left the Jungle. He made this discovery after slaughtering several workers busy cutting the bark off a large dorao tree, one of these slender, smooth-trunked trees whose tops formed the main bulk of the area's luxuriant canopy. As he prepared to leave, he spotted a group of creatures in the distance, similar to those in the first wave of the invasion, but with a more streamlined abdomen, like a scorpion's tail, and a carapace coloured green and white rather than brown. Well... it was rather the creatures in question who spotted him. Completely ignoring the herds of herbivores in their path, the monsters rushed towards Pü, as if they had been stalking him for a while already. Although the Zorai's first instinct was to draw his weapons, the Voice convinced him that he could not defeat the six giant insects at once. Unable to match their running speed either, Pü had no choice but to climb to the top of the dorao and flee into the canopy. And although the two smaller specimens managed to follow him, they proved far less agile than a human when it came to leaping from branch to branch. Over the following weeks, Pü came across these creatures on several occasions, identifying them as members of patrols exclusively hunting down homins who would have survived the swarm. This was a behaviour that again demonstrated the collective intelligence of this insectoid species that came from the depths of Atys...
+This incongruous idea was just one of many. It was the delirious product of a sick mind. Broken. Forever scarred by pain. Ever since that terrible day, Pü had not stopped brooding. Nothing had ever succeed made him think about anything else. He tried to understand why his loved ones had been taken away from him. And finding no satisfying answers - none of them could be - he let hate consume him. Usually so calm and measured, he swore on Ma-Duk to eliminate every insectoid monster he would came across, gradually giving up the mission that the dying Grandmother Bä-Bä had entrusted to him: to find his ‘companions of destiny’, including a Fyros and a Matisse. Her obsession had almost cost him his life. and, used to the placidity of the harvesters, he had gradually let his guard down. Because, in fact, not all the enemy soldiers had left the Jungle. He made this discovery after slaughtering several workers busy cutting the bark off a large dorao tree, one of these slender, smooth-trunked trees whose tops formed the main bulk of the area's luxuriant canopy. As he prepared to leave, he spotted a group of creatures in the distance, similar to those in the first wave of the invasion, but with a more streamlined abdomen, like a scorpion's tail, and a carapace coloured green and white rather than brown. Well... it was rather the creatures in question who spotted him. Completely ignoring the herds of herbivores in their path, the monsters rushed towards Pü, as if they had been stalking him for a while already. Although the Zorai's first instinct was to draw his weapons, the Voice convinced him that he could not defeat the six giant insects at once. Unable to match their running speed either, Pü had no choice but to climb to the top of the dorao and flee into the canopy. And although the two smaller specimens managed to follow him, they proved far less agile than a human when it came to leaping from branch to branch. Over the following weeks, Pü came across these creatures on several occasions, identifying them as members of patrols exclusively hunting down homins who would have survived the swarm. This was a behaviour that again demonstrated the collective intelligence of this insectoid species that came from the depths of Atys...
 Breaking the flow of his thoughts, the voice inside echoed in his head.

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 At this thought, the Zoraï's heartbeat quickened and his hands began to tremble. Not from the cold, but from fear. I'd rather die than be alone. Anything. Anything but loneliness.
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 :''"You're getting very close, my boy."

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 :''"Ma-Duk offers us the ultimate pain so that no sorrow in the world can ever reach his soldiers."
-{{WIP}}
 He had never been close to his father, but he was by contrast close to his uncle. Ke'val was his master of arms. He was the one who had taught him everything, in martial matters, and who had made him an accomplished warrior. He was the one he should have succeeded. He was the one who had given him the keys that enabled him to endure the present pain. For the instant Pü grasped the spear, he thought his head would explode. Then waves of pain spread from his skull and flooded his entire being. Just like when his mask was growing. However, in reaction, his body reacted other way, and all his muscles froze instantly. He tried to free himself, but that only multiplied the pain. He was swimming against the current. However, he had no choice. So, as during the growth of his mask, he concentrated on his seed of life and accepted the sensation. It was familiar to him. He stopped swimming and dove into this ocean of pain. And, little by little, his hands clenched around the cursed object, he exerted a pulling movement. Millimeter by millimeter.
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 Hearing his father’s name, Pü was at first astonished. How could he know his father, and more importantly, how could he take him for him? Then he remembered the mask he now wore. To honor the memory of his tribe and respect Grandmother Bä-Bä’s last wishes, he had accepted the title of Black Mask, and had tattooed himself accordingly. His mind still numbed by the shackle, Pü answered without asking himself any more questions.
-« Je ne suis pas Sang, je suis son fils. Qui es-tu ?
+:''"I’m not Sang, I’m his son. Who are you?"
-— Son fils ? Ainsi, Sang a passé le flambeau à son aîné ? Je ne pensais pas voir ça de mon vivant. J’espère au moins qu’il est mort pitoyablement. »
+:''"His son? So Sang passed the torch to his elder? I didn’t think I’d see that in my lifetime. I hope at least he died pitifully."
-À ces mots, la mâchoire de Pü se serra. Non parce que l’Antékami avait insulté son père, mais parce qu’il l’avait confondu avec son frère. Son frère, qui avait toujours été destiné à devenir un jour le Masque Noir. Son frère, qu’il aurait pu sauver ce jour-là… Pü pointa son interlocuteur avec son épée et reposa sa question.
+At these words, Pü’s jaw clenched. Not because the Antekami had insulted his father, but because he had confused him with his brother. His brother, who had always been destined to one day become the Black Mask. His brother, whom he could have saved that day… Pü pointed his sword at his interlocutor and asked his question again.
-« Qui es-tu ? »
+:''"Who are you?"
-L’Antékami rigola, leva les bras puis tourna sur lui-même. Sa massue semblait ne rien peser.
+The Antekami laughed, raised his arms, and then spun around. His club seemed to weigh nothing.
-« Je suis qui, les gars ? »
+:''"Zunak! Zunak! Zunak!"
-Alors, en chœur, le cercle d’homins leva ses armes et hurla.
+The yells continued until the Antekami lowered his hands and took a step toward Pü.
-« Zunak ! Zunak ! Zunak ! »
+:''"This is who I am. Did your father tell you about me?"
-Les cris continuèrent jusqu’à ce que l’Antékami abaisse ses mains et s'avance d’un pas vers Pü.
+The answer was no. Pü had never heard of this individual. His tribe was at open war with the Antekami, so it was not surprising, after all, that his father knew some of his enemies. But at this moment, his identity mattered little to him. The Kami's condition did not seem to be improving, and he himself had not fully recovered. He had to think of a way out, and buy time.
-« Voilà qui je suis. Ton père t’a parlé de moi ? »
+:''"No, my father never told me about you. But I'd be curious to know more."
-La réponse était non. Pü n’avait jamais entendu parler de cet individu. Sa tribu étant en guerre ouverte contre les Antékamis, il n’était pas, après tout, étonnant que son père connaisse certains de ses ennemis. Mais à cet instant, son identité lui importait peu. L’état du Kami ne semblait pas s’améliorer, et lui-même n’avait pas totalement récupéré. Il devait réfléchir à une issue, et gagner du temps.
+:''"Ah? I'm disappointed. I was one of the leaders of the Antekamis before I ended up in the hole. Your father and I had a... passionate relationship. We promised each other a lot of horrible things. Now, I'm the leader of this little gang. And also the new leader of Zoran."
-« Non, mon père ne m’a jamais parlé de toi. Mais je serai curieux d’en savoir plus.
+:''"Is it because of my father that you ended up in prison?"
-— Ah ? Je suis déçu. J’étais l’un des meneurs des Antékamis avant de finir au trou. Ton père et moi entretenions une relation… passionnée. On s’est promis à chacun plein d’horribles choses. Maintenant, je suis le chef de cette petite bande. Et aussi le nouveau dirigeant de Zoran.
+:''"Oh no, not at all. He would clearly have preferred to kill me." he said, taking another step forward.
-— Est-ce à cause de mon père que tu as terminé en prison ?
+Pü analyzed the posture of the so-called Zunak, who seemed ready to attack. Behind the Antekami, he surprised two prisoners nodding to each other. These were the Zoraï and the Fyros he had spared a little earlier.
-— Oh non, pas du tout. Il aurait clairement préféré me tuer, dit-il en avançant d’un nouveau pas. »
+:''"Is that my armor you’re looking at like that? the Antekami added. I recovered it from the body of a Karavan Agent seriously injured by a kitin."
-Pü analysa la posture du dénommé Zunak, qui semblait prêt à attaquer. Dans le dos de l’Antékami, il surprit deux prisonniers se faisant signe de la tête. C’étaient le Zoraï et le Fyros qu’il avait épargnés un peu plus tôt.
+:''"A kitin?"
 L’Antékami s’appuya sur sa massue et fixa Pü sans rien dire. En vérité, Pü était intrigué. Comme beaucoup, il s’était longtemps questionné sur l’apparence réelle des Agents de la Karavan. Comme les quatre peuples homins, ils possédaient deux bras, deux jambes et une tête. Ils maîtrisaient aussi chacune des langues atysiennes et exhibaient généralement des manières d’être et de faire homines. En cela, ils était pour beaucoup bien plus facile de s’identifier aux Agents de la Karavan qu’aux Kamis, avec qui il était souvent compliqué de communiquer. Mais les Kamis avaient pour eux de s’exposer tels qu’ils étaient au monde, tandis que les Agents de la Karavan restaient murés derrière leurs imperméables et froides armures. Zunak s’avança et continua. Il était désormais à un mètre de Pü.

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 :''"Ma-Duk offers us the ultimate pain so that no sorrow in the world can ever reach his soldiers."
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-He had never been close to his father, but he was by contrast close to his uncle. Ke'val was his master of arms. He was the one who had taught him everything, in martial matters, and who had made him an accomplished warrior. He was the one he should have succeeded. He was the one who had given him the keys that enabled him to endure the present pain. For the instant Pü grasped the spear, he thought his head would explode. Then waves of pain spread from his skull and flooded his entire being. Just like when his mask was growing. Cependant, en réaction, son corps réagit autrement, et tous ses muscles se figèrent instantanément. Il essaya de se dégager, mais cela ne fit que démultiplier la douleur. Il nageait à contre-courant. Pourtant, il n’avait pas le choix. Alors, comme durant la pousse de son masque, il se concentra sur sa graine de vie et accepta la sensation. Elle lui était familière. Il arrêta de nager et plongea dans cet océan de douleur. Et, petit à petit, les mains serrées autour de l’objet maudit, il exerça un mouvement de tirage. Millimètre par millimètre.
+He had never been close to his father, but he was by contrast close to his uncle. Ke'val was his master of arms. He was the one who had taught him everything, in martial matters, and who had made him an accomplished warrior. He was the one he should have succeeded. He was the one who had given him the keys that enabled him to endure the present pain. For the instant Pü grasped the spear, he thought his head would explode. Then waves of pain spread from his skull and flooded his entire being. Just like when his mask was growing. However, in reaction, his body reacted other way, and all his muscles froze instantly. He tried to free himself, but that only multiplied the pain. He was swimming against the current. However, he had no choice. So, as during the growth of his mask, he concentrated on his seed of life and accepted the sensation. It was familiar to him. He stopped swimming and dove into this ocean of pain. And, little by little, his hands clenched around the cursed object, he exerted a pulling movement. Millimeter by millimeter.
-Au moment où le dernier centimètre de la lance se dégagea du corps du Kami, l’effet s’arrêta soudainement et Pü put libérer ses mains. Finalement, il lui avait fallu moins d’une minute pour retirer l’entrave, bien qu’il eut l’impression que le supplice avait duré des heures. Exténué, il tomba à genoux. Quant au Kami, il se répandit en une flaque de poils noire, dans laquelle flottèrent les deux sphères blanches. La créature divine avait perdu toute consistance. Soucieux, Pü tenta d’interagir avec elle, mais le tumulte qui surgit depuis les flancs de la pyramide le convainquit de se concentrer avant tout sur son propre état. Quelque chose arrivait. Le Zoraï se mit debout, chancela légèrement, puis essaya d’infuser de la Sève dans son corps. Malheureusement, il peina à manipuler comme il le souhaitait le flux qui l’irriguait. La douleur avait laissé place à une sensation d’engourdissement général : son corps répondait mal, ses sens semblaient altérés et ses pensées étaient confuses. Comme si sa graine de vie n’était pas totalement remise du maléfice de l’entrave. Et si son état s’améliorait doucement, il savait qu’il ne serait jamais remis à temps. Car le vacarme montant, qui mêlait voix et bruits de bottes, était désormais à portée.
+As the last inch of the spear was freed from the Kami’s body, the effect suddenly stopped and Pü was able to free his hands. In the end, it had taken him less than a minute to remove the shackle, although it felt like the torture had lasted for hours. Exhausted, he fell to his knees. As for the Kami, he spread into a puddle of black hair, in which the two white spheres floated. The divine creature had lost all consistency. Worried, Pü tried to interact with it, but the tumult that arose from the sides of the pyramid convinced him to concentrate above all on his own condition. Something was happening. The Zoraï stood up, staggered slightly, then tried to infuse Sap into his body. Unfortunately, he struggled to manipulate the flow that irrigated him as he wished. The pain had given way to a feeling of general numbness: his body responded poorly, his senses seemed altered and his thoughts were confused. As if his seed of life had not completely recovered from the curse of the shackle. And if his condition was slowly improving, he knew that he would never recover in time. Because the rising racket, which mixed voices and the sound of boots, was now within reach.
-Pü jeta un coup d’œil au Kami, toujours flasque, puis dégaina son épée de sa main gauche et accrocha sa rondache à son bras droit. En épargnant les deux individus, il leur avait permis d’aller chercher du renfort. Il devait en assumer les conséquences et protéger la créature divine coûte que coûte. Essayant d’optimiser le temps qui lui restait, Pü ferma les yeux et se concentra autant qu’il pu sur sa régénération. Plusieurs homins étaient déjà arrivés au sommet, d’autres se rapprochaient de lui. Il les entendait. Quand il rouvrit finalement les yeux, une petite cinquantaine d’individus l’entouraient. Si plus de la moitié étaient des Zoraïs, tous n’étaient pas des Antékamis. Quant au reste du groupe, il était composé majoritairement de Matis et de Trykers. Les Fyros étaient minoritaires, tout comme les homines. De vifs coups d’œil, Pü analysa ses adversaires. Certains portaient des tenues de prisonniers, et tous étaient armés. Pour autant, une minorité seulement avait l’allure de combattants. Un Antékami, notamment, se distinguait. Non pas du fait de la large croix boursouflée qui déchirait son masque, mais par l’accoutrement qu’il portait : tenue constituée en partie de pièces d’armure de la Karavan. Trapu et plutôt petit pour un Zoraï, sa main crispée au bout d'un bras musculeux serrait le manche d’une grosse massue à la tête hérissée d’épines. Pü dévisagea quelques secondes l’individu. C’était la première fois qu’il voyait un homin équipé comme le sont habituellement les Agents de la Karavan. En guise de réponse, celui-ci inclina son masque et s’avança vers le centre du cercle. Arrivé à trois mètres de Pü, il posa le manche de son arme sur son épaule et prit la parole. Son ton était narquois.
+Pü glanced at the Kami, still flabby, then unsheathed his sword in his left hand and hung his buckler to his right arm. By sparing the two individuals, he had allowed them to go and get reinforcements. He had to assume the consequences and protect the divine creature at all costs. Trying to optimize the time he had left, Pü closed his eyes and concentrated as much as he could on his regeneration. Several homins had already reached the top, others were approaching him. He could hear them. When he finally opened his eyes again, about fifty individuals surrounded him. If more than half were Zoraïs, not all were Antekamis. As for the rest of the group, it was mainly composed of Matis and Trykers. The Fyros were minority, just like the hominas. With quick glances, Pü analyzed his opponents. Some wore prisoner outfits, and all were armed. However, only a minority had the appearance of fighters. One Antekami, in particular, stood out. Not because of the large bloated cross that tore his mask, but because of the attire he wore: an outfit made partly of pieces of a Karavan armor. Chuncky and rather small for a Zoraï, his hand clenched at the end of a muscular arm gripped the handle of a large club with a head bristling with thorns. Pü stared at the individual for a few seconds. It was the first time he saw a homin equipped as Karavan Agents usually are. In response, the latter bowed his mask and advanced towards the center of the circle. When he reached three meters from Pü, he placed the handle of his weapon on his shoulder and spoke. His tone was mocking.
-« Au début, je ne les ai pas crus. Mais finalement, ce n’est pas surprenant. Qui d’autre que  toi aurait pu survivre à cette catastrophe ? Je n’ai jamais connu quelqu’un d’aussi tenace que toi, Sang. »
+:''"At first, I didn’t believe them. But in the end, it’s not surprising. Who else but you could have survived this catastrophe? I’ve never known anyone as tenacious as you, Sang."
-En entendant le nom de son père, Pü fut d’abord étonné. Comment pouvait-il le connaître, et surtout, comment pouvait-il le prendre pour lui ? Puis il se rappela du masque qu’il portait désormais. Pour honorer le souvenir de sa tribu et respecter les dernières volontés de Grand-Mère Bä-Bä, il avait accepté le titre de Masque Noir, et s’était tatoué en conséquence. L’esprit toujours engourdi par l’entrave, Pü répondit sans se poser plus de questions.
+Hearing his father’s name, Pü was at first astonished. How could he know his father, and more importantly, how could he take him for him? Then he remembered the mask he now wore. To honor the memory of his tribe and respect Grandmother Bä-Bä’s last wishes, he had accepted the title of Black Mask, and had tattooed himself accordingly. His mind still numbed by the shackle, Pü answered without asking himself any more questions.
 « Je ne suis pas Sang, je suis son fils. Qui es-tu ?

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 With a powerful gesture, Pü threw the Antekami backwards, who collapsed piteously on the staircase leading to the top of the pyramid.
-Pour toute réponse, Pü se dirigea vers le Fyros d’un pas assuré. Toujours au sol, celui-ci avait retiré la dague de sa poitrine et semblait éprouver des difficultés à utiliser les pouvoirs de la Sève pour soigner sa blessure. Arrivé à son niveau, Pü s’agenouilla auprès du blessé et plongea deux doigts dans sa plaie. Le Fyros hurla de douleur. De son autre main, Pü effleura la fourrure du Kami. Elle était étrangement rigide. Le Kami était comme paralysé. Statufié. Entravé par cette lance noire constituée d’une matière brillante et sillonnée de fines lignes verticales et horizontales. Pourtant, ses deux yeux blancs semblaient le fixer.
+:''"My boy, instead of giving a sermon, to which you incidentally don't subscribe, you should have asked the young homin the reason for his presence here."
-« Qui es-tu ? demanda-t-il à sa victime sans même la regarder. Qu’est-ce que toi et tes camarades faites ici, et qu’est-il arrivé à ce Kami ? Réponds-moi !
+In reply, Pü strode confidently towards the Fyros. Still on the ground, this one had removed the dagger from his chest and seemed to be having difficulty using the powers of the Sap to heal his wound. Reaching his level, Pü knelt beside the wounded homin and plunged two fingers into his wound. The Fyros howled in pain. With his other hand, Pü grazed the Kami's fur. It was strangely stiff. The Kami was as if paralyzed. Statufied. Restrained by this black spear made of shiny material and criss-crossed with fine vertical and horizontal lines. Yet its two white eyes seemed to stare back at him.
-— Pitié, me tue pas ! gémit le Fyros. Je m’appelle Lygridos, moi et les autres on s’est échappé de la prison de Zoran après le départ de la Karavan ! Ils ont pilonné la ville avec leurs vaisseaux, la moitié de la prison s’est écroulée ! Putain j’ai mal, arrête !
+:''"Who are you? he asked his victim without even looking at her. What are you and your comrades doing here, and what happened to that Kami? Please answer me!"
-— La Karavan ? interrogea Pü en quittant le Kami des yeux. Qu’est-ce que la Karavan faisait à Zoran ? Est-ce la Karavan qui s’en est pris au Kami ?
+:''"Please don't kill me! moaned the Fyros. My name is Lygridos, me and the others escaped from Zoran's prison after the Karavan left! They pounded the city with their ships, half the prison collapsed! Fuck, it hurts, stop!"
-— La Karavan est venue aider les habitants de Zoran à fuir ! Beaucoup ont été évacués dans de grands transporteurs. Beaucoup d’autres ont été abandonnés sur place, comme nous ! Après l'évacuation, ils ont pilonné la ville pour tuer un maximum d’insectes, sans se soucier des victimes collatérales ! Je t’en prie, arrête ! »
+:''"The Karavan? questioned Pü, taking his eyes off the Kami. What was the Karavan doing to Zoran? Was it the Karavan who attacked the Kami?"
-À ces mots, Pü comprit pourquoi la cité était en ruine : les dégâts étaient moins liés aux insectes géants qu’à l’action de la Karavan. Il se demanda ensuite si les Kamis étaient à leur tour intervenus.
+:''"The Karavan came to help the people of Zoran flee! Many were evacuated in large transporters. Many others were left behind, like us! After the evacuation, they pounded the city to kill as many insects as possible, with no concern for collateral victims! I beg you, stop!"
-« Parle-moi du Kami ! Que faisait-il à Zoran ? Que lui est-il arrivé ? hurla Pü en enfonçant un peu plus ses doigts.
+At these words, Pü understood why the city was in ruins: the damage had less to do with the giant insects than with the action of the Karavan. He then wondered if the Kamis had also intervened.
-— On sait pas pour le Kami ! On l’a trouvé dans une rue, dans cet état ! Y’avait des agents de la Karavan en petits morceaux à côté de lui. On sait pas ce qu’il s’est passé, mais c’est pas nous qui l’avons planté, j’te promets ! »
+:''"Tell me about the Kami! What was he doing to Zoran? What happened to him?" shouted Pü, digging his fingers in a little deeper.
-Pü approcha sa main libre de l’entrave, la frôla du bout des doigts, et sentit son crâne vibrer. La lance semblait agir sur sa graine de vie. Il retira ses doigts de la plaie du Fyros, l’attrapa par le col et le releva sans ménagement.
+:''"We don't know about the Kami! We found him in a street, in this condition! There were Karavan agents in bits and pieces next to him. We don't know what happened, but it wasn't us who planted him, I swear!"
-« Sais-tu si d’autres Kamis étaient présents au moment de l’invasion ? En avez-vous croisé d’autres ?
+Pü brought his free hand close to the shackle, grazing it with his fingertips, and felt his skull vibrate. The spear seemed to be acting on his life seed. He withdrew his fingers from the Fyros' wound, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him unceremoniously onto his feet.
-— Non, aucun autre ! Ni vivants ni morts ! On en a discuté entre nous, et on dirait que seule la Karavan est intervenue pour aider les habitants. Pitié ! On l'a simplement monté ici pour rigoler !
+:''"Do you know if any other Kamis were present at the time of the invasion? Did you come across any others?"
-— Pour “rigoler“ ? Je vais le libérer, et nous verrons bien si tu as menti. Si c’est le cas, toi et tes camarades en payerez le prix.  »
+:''"No, no others! Neither living nor dead! We've discussed it amongst ourselves, and it seems that only the Karavan has stepped in to help the inhabitants. Please! We only brought it up here for fun!"
-Pour toute réponse, le Fyros gémit et chancela en direction de l’escalier où l’Antékami avait chuté. Pü attendit de le voir disparaître avant de reposer son regard sur la lance. Deux sentiments de colère l’habitaient. La colère de voir la façon dont ces barbares avaient traité le Kami, et la colère de savoir que les Kamis n’aient pas daigné sauver ses proches.
+:''"For fun? I'll free him, and we'll see if you're lying. If so, you and your comrades will pay the price."
-« Je vous recommande vivement de ne point toucher cet objet, mon garçon. Vous vous exposez au risque de connaître un sort similaire à celui de ce Kami. Ou pire encore. »
+In response, the Fyros groaned and staggered towards the staircase where the Antekami had fallen. Pü waited for him to disappear before resting his gaze on the spear. Two feelings of anger filled him. Anger at the way these barbarians had treated the Kami, and anger that the Kamis hadn't deigned to save his loved ones.
-La Voix avait certainement raison. Mais en fixant une nouvelle fois les yeux figés du Kami, et malgré la rancœur qui l’habitait en cet instant, Pü sut qu’il n’avait pas le choix. Il approcha ses deux mains de la lance, ferma les yeux, calma sa respiration et repensa aux préceptes que son oncle lui avait enseignés de son vivant. Alors que son crâne se remettait à vibrer, l’un deux lui revint à l’esprit.
+:''"I strongly urge you not to touch that object, my boy. You expose yourself to the risk of suffering a fate similar to that of this Kami. Or even worse."
-« Ma-Duk nous offre l'ultime douleur pour que nulle peine au monde ne puisse atteindre jamais ses soldats. »
+The Voice was certainly right. But as he stared once more into the Kami's frozen eyes, and despite the rancor inhabiting him at the moment, Pü knew he had no choice. He brought both hands to the spear, closed his eyes, calmed his breathing and thought again of the precepts his uncle had taught him when alive. As his skull began to vibrate again, one of them came to his mind.
-S’il n’avait jamais été proche de son père, il l’était en revanche de son oncle. Ke’val était son maître d’armes. Il était celui qui lui avait tout appris, sur le plan martial, et qui avait fait de lui un guerrier accompli. Il était celui à qui il aurait dû succéder. Celui qui lui avait donné les clés qui lui permettaient d’endurer la douleur présente. Car à l’instant même où Pü saisit la lance, il crut sa tête exploser. Puis des vagues de douleur se propagèrent depuis son crâne et inondèrent tout son être. Comme durant la pousse de son masque. Cependant, en réaction, son corps réagit autrement, et tous ses muscles se figèrent instantanément. Il essaya de se dégager, mais cela ne fit que démultiplier la douleur. Il nageait à contre-courant. Pourtant, il n’avait pas le choix. Alors, comme durant la pousse de son masque, il se concentra sur sa graine de vie et accepta la sensation. Elle lui était familière. Il arrêta de nager et plongea dans cet océan de douleur. Et, petit à petit, les mains serrées autour de l’objet maudit, il exerça un mouvement de tirage. Millimètre par millimètre.
+:''"Ma-Duk offers us the ultimate pain so that no sorrow in the world can ever reach his soldiers."
 Au moment où le dernier centimètre de la lance se dégagea du corps du Kami, l’effet s’arrêta soudainement et Pü put libérer ses mains. Finalement, il lui avait fallu moins d’une minute pour retirer l’entrave, bien qu’il eut l’impression que le supplice avait duré des heures. Exténué, il tomba à genoux. Quant au Kami, il se répandit en une flaque de poils noire, dans laquelle flottèrent les deux sphères blanches. La créature divine avait perdu toute consistance. Soucieux, Pü tenta d’interagir avec elle, mais le tumulte qui surgit depuis les flancs de la pyramide le convainquit de se concentrer avant tout sur son propre état. Quelque chose arrivait. Le Zoraï se mit debout, chancela légèrement, puis essaya d’infuser de la Sève dans son corps. Malheureusement, il peina à manipuler comme il le souhaitait le flux qui l’irriguait. La douleur avait laissé place à une sensation d’engourdissement général : son corps répondait mal, ses sens semblaient altérés et ses pensées étaient confuses. Comme si sa graine de vie n’était pas totalement remise du maléfice de l’entrave. Et si son état s’améliorait doucement, il savait qu’il ne serait jamais remis à temps. Car le vacarme montant, qui mêlait voix et bruits de bottes, était désormais à portée.