But the Torim below survived.
Not as physical beings. Not when their bodies were forcibly taken. Reduced to so much ash and dust.
Not as minds. The Torim below had found a power that linked them deeper than that simple structure.
Not as a single being, but as an entity of thought and presence and power.
And in the caverns of Torim, an Ortrix.
The tension broke.
The Torim above took action. They felt the power from below like electric prickles on their skin and they could no longer bear it.
They sent armies below, and with fire and plasma and the rending of guns they silenced the voices in their ears and released the pressure on their chests.
For a little while at least they even felt relief.
Eventually they gave up.
The experiments failed while the fear in those above grew.
All the while Rex could feel the power of the Ortrix increase although he could not locate it. It was not quite the same power as those below possessed.
And tension grew. And hatred grew. And Rex's heart felt heavy with more grief than he thought he could handle.
One by one they were taken.
In the darkness, they came with powerful lights that blinded. Although they were met without resistance they brought weapons.
They rounded up a few at a time and they took them above. They opened them up to see where the power lived and tried to pull it out.
Of course it failed. The power was not caused by any part of their physical body, unless you count their consciousness or their ever-loving minds.
Not all Torim were fearful.
When they tried to talk their peers around or tried to provide aid to the Torim below it usually went one of two ways. Either their own power increased until they themselves were shunned, or they were forced to see they were wrong and became even more callous.
And not all the Torim above lacked power. Some held it as a prize to be used and feared. They believed the gentleness that emerged in their kin was weakness, and sought to punish those who failed to use the power.
The horrors began.
Rex watched time unfold in silence, the other by his side. He didn't look at his companion as they watched, but he sensed the tension permeating the non-space they shared.
He watched the Torim drive their fellow Torim underground. In deep cavernous bunkers they waited, uncertain, afraid, but too generous to resist.
He watched the Torim above make plans. They sensed the amassed energy of their captives below and it drove them, ever fearful, to unspeakable acts.
"So what happens next?"
"The Torim below created the Ortrix. If they didn't make it as a weapon, then for what?"
The Other had materialised, and Rex searched his face for a clue. Instead, he was shocked to see his companion crying.
For a moment, Rex was speechless.
"I... I thought you were a god. But gods don't cry."
All Torim were born with great power
But those below hummed with it, exuded it like a bright light from their being.
It may have been an evolutionary trait, or simply that these were the Torim that embraced the power, revelled in it.
The power was similar to that which you posses. It understood all things it touched, and embraced all it understood.
Those who possessed it strongly would not fight when the others cast them down.
"And here they wait".
"I sense disharmony."
This is not a world at peace.
Rex let his awareness expand, encompassing the planet.
He sensed a rift between two peoples. He couldn't really see much of a difference, at least not at the deepest levels he could feel them. Pulling back, trying to focus on the conflict, he could see one group were more fearful of the other.
Geographically, the group the others most feared were separated and underground. He sensed a familiar power concentrated there.
"These people call themselves the Torim," Rex said, realisation dawning, "and those underground... They are the Torim below."
"How many times have I died?"
"And why is it, that with time and space bending to my will, I still keep forgetting stuff like this?"
The power of the Torimbalo is not meant to be used by consciousnesses such as yours. The effects can be unpredictable.
"So who is the Torimbalo for then?" Rex asked as he wandered around the base of the enormous stone hut.
It is not a tool for anyone's use. The power was corrupted and shaped into the Ortrix.
"Maybe I can stop that happening," Rex replied.