Night beckoned and the desire to protest crumbled to pieces as her feet began to collapse under the enormous strain she had been enduring for hours.
Her defence was conceived inexpugnable among the fraternity named Silent Sodality by it's father founder, venerable among people of all ages, with a solemn pledge to purge vitiated minds across the world. He was the man of words preternaturally skilled in wielding weapons along a mental force reckoned coercive by all. His motives were clear and just and he tied everyone becoming a part of this family with a set of rules, ambits and secrets using a oath which devours your strength in case of any breach of code and conduct. The vow was never broken and the world flourished with the bravery and wits of those noble souls giving every bit for the cause but never before it was subjected to such a strenuous test in the history.
"You know you can't do it, why don't you give in? You are only lingering the inevitable." a grave voice boomed with authority but clearly sounding vexed. "Don't feel so confident," she barely emanated these words before letting herself drown in dreamworld. "I want every relevant chip of information out of her head." the crooked figure walked out dispelling aura of fiery red blaze.
Anusha's tenacity and proclivity to seclude her thoughts from her shadow even had created many problems in past but it also allowed her to transcend the ranks in her profession and she never considered impediments on the way more than petty stones thrown at rigid walls but today inspite of all efforts, the failure looked imminent nonetheless she was intended to loiter the capitulation as far as possible. The dormancy could not fade out the determination apparent on her juvenile face. She was lying on the floor with fists clenched and contorted nerves visible all over the face as if ready to knock off anyone making a faintest attempt to encroach her bulwarks. While the filthiest but cunning brains were running paces to break in, the persistent inactivity of the victim was making assault a little risky. A concorded force of nine elites of Unholy Radicals was more than sufficient to bring down any fortification but a blatant attack could prove fatal to target and they had strict orders against any such mishap. The process has to be carried out with discretion and finesse and they were all aware of it. It's like opening the proper entrance to the castle, demolition of one wrong pole may churn out havoc and an unforgivable blunder having potential enough to botch up all of their's destiny.
The plan had been chalked out keeping every minute detail in consideration and was about to be enacted. A single light knock to be pinged at every joint of exposed layer of architecture and if a vibration of inner mind comes in the reply, a link has to be made by hurtling the trojan through a infinitesimal crack opened up in the juncture via focussed lashing of mental beams against it. Now the party in there shall serve as a channel to execute subsequent attacks on newly divulged screen. The time this process may take depends wholly upon the number of layers and weaklings left while constructing the rampart itself. As the assaulters get ready to set on the mission brushing aside all the apprehensions, anusha mustered all her nerves and formed one final inscrutable armor around the information cells forcing herself in deepest slumber. This was her last hope to save the secrets though there was no coming back from the abyss she just dived in if the prior boundaries were transgressed and the enemies are faced with this last but indecipherable clue.
The discreet and powerful minds were marching incessantly to victory as none of the layer could offer stiff resistance though the time it consumed was little disheartening but then there was no other option and the rewards were too good to drop the effort. The rejoicing moment looked near and a wave of temporal relief swept above all heads. The sought after chamber was in vicinity and they were about to have unauthorised access to it when one of them shouted "We should have a knock in anticipation of some invisible fence." and everybody backed him up with hushing approval. So the procedure was repeated and they felt a sensation of assuagement when the knock replied from all around the target cells. So the info cells looked approachable but when an attempt to draw the information out was made it proved futile. To an utter despair, few more otiose tries were performed. The problem was plain that there is some guarding diaphanous fence reflecting knocks from everywhere. The gravity of situation can be conceived easily as nobody knows where to shoot yet they need to decide fast as the outer links are fallible with time. After an exasperated but quick discussion, the conclusion came out to make a feeble attack over the random targets and find the crack in this final armor. With sceptic minds they proceeded to take the last hurdle down, hit places in expectation of foible in the razor edge blade but one mishandled focus of mental beams enervated the very root of neuronal structure and it started caving in and in turn her nervous system and the quintessential secrets stored within. The decisive blow was made.
Her defence was conceived inexpugnable among the fraternity named Silent Sodality by it's father founder, venerable among people of all ages, with a solemn pledge to purge vitiated minds across the world. He was the man of words preternaturally skilled in wielding weapons along a mental force reckoned coercive by all. His motives were clear and just and he tied everyone becoming a part of this family with a set of rules, ambits and secrets using a oath which devours your strength in case of any breach of code and conduct. The vow was never broken and the world flourished with the bravery and wits of those noble souls giving every bit for the cause but never before it was subjected to such a strenuous test in the history.
"You know you can't do it, why don't you give in? You are only lingering the inevitable." a grave voice boomed with authority but clearly sounding vexed. "Don't feel so confident," she barely emanated these words before letting herself drown in dreamworld. "I want every relevant chip of information out of her head." the crooked figure walked out dispelling aura of fiery red blaze.
Anusha's tenacity and proclivity to seclude her thoughts from her shadow even had created many problems in past but it also allowed her to transcend the ranks in her profession and she never considered impediments on the way more than petty stones thrown at rigid walls but today inspite of all efforts, the failure looked imminent nonetheless she was intended to loiter the capitulation as far as possible. The dormancy could not fade out the determination apparent on her juvenile face. She was lying on the floor with fists clenched and contorted nerves visible all over the face as if ready to knock off anyone making a faintest attempt to encroach her bulwarks. While the filthiest but cunning brains were running paces to break in, the persistent inactivity of the victim was making assault a little risky. A concorded force of nine elites of Unholy Radicals was more than sufficient to bring down any fortification but a blatant attack could prove fatal to target and they had strict orders against any such mishap. The process has to be carried out with discretion and finesse and they were all aware of it. It's like opening the proper entrance to the castle, demolition of one wrong pole may churn out havoc and an unforgivable blunder having potential enough to botch up all of their's destiny.
The plan had been chalked out keeping every minute detail in consideration and was about to be enacted. A single light knock to be pinged at every joint of exposed layer of architecture and if a vibration of inner mind comes in the reply, a link has to be made by hurtling the trojan through a infinitesimal crack opened up in the juncture via focussed lashing of mental beams against it. Now the party in there shall serve as a channel to execute subsequent attacks on newly divulged screen. The time this process may take depends wholly upon the number of layers and weaklings left while constructing the rampart itself. As the assaulters get ready to set on the mission brushing aside all the apprehensions, anusha mustered all her nerves and formed one final inscrutable armor around the information cells forcing herself in deepest slumber. This was her last hope to save the secrets though there was no coming back from the abyss she just dived in if the prior boundaries were transgressed and the enemies are faced with this last but indecipherable clue.
The discreet and powerful minds were marching incessantly to victory as none of the layer could offer stiff resistance though the time it consumed was little disheartening but then there was no other option and the rewards were too good to drop the effort. The rejoicing moment looked near and a wave of temporal relief swept above all heads. The sought after chamber was in vicinity and they were about to have unauthorised access to it when one of them shouted "We should have a knock in anticipation of some invisible fence." and everybody backed him up with hushing approval. So the procedure was repeated and they felt a sensation of assuagement when the knock replied from all around the target cells. So the info cells looked approachable but when an attempt to draw the information out was made it proved futile. To an utter despair, few more otiose tries were performed. The problem was plain that there is some guarding diaphanous fence reflecting knocks from everywhere. The gravity of situation can be conceived easily as nobody knows where to shoot yet they need to decide fast as the outer links are fallible with time. After an exasperated but quick discussion, the conclusion came out to make a feeble attack over the random targets and find the crack in this final armor. With sceptic minds they proceeded to take the last hurdle down, hit places in expectation of foible in the razor edge blade but one mishandled focus of mental beams enervated the very root of neuronal structure and it started caving in and in turn her nervous system and the quintessential secrets stored within. The decisive blow was made.
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