Fiction:The Psionic Lord Ascends/Rise

Awakening
Before his world was brought down, he opened his eyes again. The Valader lied resting comfortably in an elaborated bed made of fur. Somehow the feelings of desperation and sudden death were gone, he was at peace, his body no longer hurt, and his psionic energies were stable.

A sudden though invaded his mind, and quickly acted upon it, as he hopefully moved his body in a sitting position. Just as he was about to move his arms when a painful twist of his back made him lay down again.

"Curse this" he swore, he had never before felt so impotent in his long life, for the first time in his whole experience he felt like a novice warrior after his first battle.

"You've come a long way young warrior" said a tired voice near him. The Valader turned to see who it was, and he saw an old, silver Civatron with strange markings across his body. The Valader's eyes immediately saw that the Civatron before him was filled with an energy he had never seen before, not even on the Omnia'Socius species... In fact, he sensed little of this power, "I suppose you are now trying to see my power flux, it is quite interesting isn't it?"

"Who are you?" the Valader asked.

"You shall know about myself in time young sage" said the elder, somehow, the Valader didn't liked the fact that he was being called young, after all, he was one of the eldest individuals of his people, "For now, you should rest a little more, the wounds caused by the Endest and his disease are not healed yet."

As his psionic senses were returning, the warrior noticed a strange flux of energy running from his body. He removed the drapes, and saw how his body was enveloped in strange, white glowing bandages. His eyes immediately identified the energy within them as the same as the old Civatron's.

"What is this?" he asked, the old man approached the bed, and stared at them as if he had forgotten. "They are called 'Sanidad'"

"I've never seen them before"

"It is because they do not exist in the entire Omniverse"

The Valader glared him, "That is quite illogical, how could they not exist in our reality if I'm wearing them right now?"

"This is the only place where you will find them, and that is because of the supernatural nature of this planet." the old man said.

The Valader was confused, ever since he came into that planet everything has been filled with doubts and questions. He had to have at least one of them answered, so he looked at the old Civatron and fixated his eyes on him.

"I think it is time for me to get some answers"

The Old Civatron looked at him, "You sure are persistent, but I can't blame you" The gray elder went back to his chair, and for the first time the Valader realized he was in some sort of a cave. He was stunned when he discovered what lied behind the old man's chair, and wondered how could he miss it.

Behind the chair, a statue with only half its body was standing, it was the statue of a Civatron, the Reptilian had something differently though, that was a forehead split in two horn that ended in connecting themselves again, similar to the way that the Civatrons had their own forehead, but just bigger.

"It's time to answer all your questions" the Old man said.

The Valader laid down again and rested his head on that comfortable bed. He closed his eyes in order to get his thoughts straight, there was so much going on.

"What is this place?" he asked.

"This place is called by my master as "Puerta", the entire planet is a deep rupture in our Omniverse, allowing perfect connection to whatever may be on the other side."

"When I first came here, I sensed that the entire planet was strongly psionic based old one, the psionic was created inside this Omniverse and has little relation to the godly races of our reality"

"But you see, a rupture of our entire Omniverse would create instability, chaos and even death to every single being in this reality, if it were not my master, this entire reality would have been torn to ashes millennia ago."

"Why are people that I know here?" said the Valader, recalling his encounter with Mantra.

"The Psionic entities powerful enough across the Omniverse that reach their end no matter the means, come here to preserve their physical body in some way."

"Yet again we come to the first question, what is this place, and why is there so much concentration of psionic energy here?" the Valader asked.

"Yes indeed, so I will answer that question with who I am" answered the elder.

The Valader felt little anxiety flowing through his back.

"I am the Valader's Hand".