The endless pool had never seemed so far. Sagiri's body was burning so badly that his skin was coming off, and neither nvaru or lotaga could hold onto him. Something was really wrong. It was as if the archives were not moving freely in his veins or circulating through his body with ease. His skin peeled off, and he could not take the pain anymore. He fell forward and groaned in pain. The cold stone walls and floors under the central pentagon offered less relief. Even the air he breathed felt wrong. The markings on his body glowed and frickered.
"We need to help him," Lotaga said. They had tried twice, and he had burnt them. "Let's use our hands, not arms, to lift him, then we can beg Sayaku for those quick healing pills," Lotaga said, and it did not take long before a pair of hands held onto sagiri. They hissed in uniform.
"He is burning alive," Lotaga said, as they lifted him and dragged him to the pool that was now a level down. "What happened?" Lotaga asked.
