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    (( Unless I haven't been paying attention, Garrett is still in Sinbad. ))

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    (( Kumquat and Mad Man pretty much summed it all up. Of course you're welcome to hop in at any time, there's never going to be a time nor place where I'd say otherwise to you. If you want to jump in, there are a couple options. You could meet up with the gang in Sinbad, the now frozen but former capital of the Eastern Region. You could, alternatively, have a reunion toward the Southern Archipelagos, where a fleet of six warships has docked. If you don't feel that either of these options is suitable, you can always get a phone call from Rykov Industries (pretty sure that's what it's called) regarding recent events. ))

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    [Tobias]


    My captor decided to release my Arcoli after being satisfied that I learned not to try anything. The feeling of getting an idea for what to have said during a debate after it's over is nearly exactly what I had been feeling then. During the duel, I could have simply used Godspeed to defeat each opponent within the frame of a second. I could have evened the odds a bit more using clones. Regardless, I didn't do either of those and had ended up getting captured as punishment for not utilizing all of my techniques. What good is it to know so much about magic if I never used it? The other Jurors had gone south to help with the invasion, which scared me. I had only recently instructed the group I liked to keep my eye on to go that way. Three jurors, while I had told them only one.


    "We need to get out of here, now." I barked, feeling an odd sensation. The aura of the Mirror Knight was always weird, since it simply reflected those around it and accumulated some of the energy from it's previous targets. My energy burst might have attracted it's attention. "I could take it out if I had all of my strength, but since all of that mana just got defused by you, I can't fight."


    "Rule number one: You belong to me now, so I give the orders." She replied, with sass. There was a slight uneasiness in her voice. "However, I'll let it slide this time." Andromeda grabbed my wrist, then lead me toward a helicopter hidden between a giant pile of sand and a building made of ice. The once holy city had been destroyed. The pilot was already prepping for flight, so the two of us got on and the vehicle whirred to life. "You may address me as Master, Mistress, and Ma'am, nothing more nor less." She added, which I found quite bothersome. Another person with a pride issue. I only had room for one ego in my life and that's mine. Either way, I simply shrugged and drifted off to sleep. I could no longer worry about the group's safety, since mine was now on the line.

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    (( No objections. Mad Man, let's not forget that Demi is heading toward Tobias, not the fleet. ))


    [Tobias]


    At first, I had figured that it might take both Garrett and Rani, the two more battle oriented warriors in the group I had always liked to keep my eye on, to defeat a single Juror. Now, I knew that it would take the whole lot of them.


    Despite being attacked in four different ways simultaneously, it was clear that I needed to get rid of the support before taking on the offense. This meant I'd need to use my new abilities to pop a hole in Octavian's perfect shield. He alone had absolutely no magic power, but his physical shield acted as a sort of artifact for him to conduct magic. Caelum's magic was, if three of the four jurors here were any representation of the whole, focused on tools. Octavian's shield, Vulcan's ring, and Medusa's vambraces. Andromeda's entire body had that energy, but it was still different from having actual magic power, so that'd require further investigation. Anyways, the defensive warrior was blocking a vast majority of my attacks, which annoyed me. Getting him to let go of that towering shield would be difficult, since he was likely trained to keep a firm grasp on it at all times, but there are always ways to get people to do what you wanted. His entire uniform was made of thick plates of metal, which was a stupid idea when dealing with me.


    "Thundering Serpent." I shouted, which is extremely cliché. From my left and only hand, a snake began to appear in the air, it's body composed of sparks and bolts. It dodged it's way around Octavian's barriers and made contact with his shield. That shock didn't get him to abandon his tool, but rather just loosened his grip. Andromeda was behind me, preparing a spell of her own, which would end up working perfectly. Just as she launched a barrage of meter-long ice spears, I gave her a brief winked and used Godspeed to duck out of the way. That volley of crystalline projectiles smashed into the dazed Octavian, knocking him to the ground and the shield out of his tight grip. I figured having his tool would be advantageous to me, but the moment I had picked it up, it seemed to heat up to an unbearable degree. In all likeliness, it was bound to it's master.


    "I know we've got numbers on our side, but I want to go one-on-one with him. I'm the only one who doesn't have to worry about dropping anything." Andromeda told her two remaining partners. Vulcan and Medusa nodded, then backed away. I didn't notice it yet, but the city that was once pure and free from the wretchedness of magic had faced the same fate as Sinbad. Buildings were either freezing over or turning into dust, with that effect growing slowly across the holy refuge. My foe flicked each wrist, summoning pillars of ice from the ground to act as a sort of area for us to duel. With the other Jurors out of earshot, she began to speak. "Our Emperor wants you removed from this war, dead or alive. I have special permission to capture and keep you as my play thing. If you surrender now, you may not have to lose any more limbs. I've kept every warrior that has ever caught my eye and I will add you to my collection, even if you are just a corpse."


    "Sorry, but I've still got work to do here." I said, looking down. I didn't care about who won this war, nor did I care for the countless mages who lived in Eternia who might lose their lives or freedom. I fought for my own personal agenda, nothing more. "You are the strongest Juror, aren't you?"

    "Yep." Andromeda confirmed, cheerfully. "If I was trying to kill you, you'd be dead, just like everyone in that eastern city. Anybody near me is within my blast radius."


    I grinned. "Then I will not insult you any longer by holding back." With a snap of my fingers, all of my clones around the globe disappeared, revoking my limitation on my current power. By correcting my stance and breathing a bit, I opened up the reservoirs I had created within myself to act as energy storage. All gates were blasted open, all chains were shattered. However, before I could use any of this energy, our fight, if you could call it that, ended. My abdomen began hurting with a sharp pain from just near my stomach. All of my energy dissipated. There was no longer any strength left in my muscles, so I collapsed.


    "I know a bit about Eternian magic. The connection between your magic energy and the physical world is a small organ called the Arcoli. Yours is now frozen solid." She taunted. Magically oriented Fallen Angels suffered the worst from a damaged Arcoli in much the same way as the Tainted relied on Titaint's magic. "We're done here. Before we leave, get your finest clothing because we're going to go take a visit to the Emperor."


    [Demi]


    Tobias' aura disappeared when I had gotten about half way to wherever he was. There were no other presences near him, but I'd suspect he had finished fighting some strong Caelum soldiers, perhaps a Juror or two. He likely suppressed his presence to remain hidden, but after he was forced to bring out as much power as he could muster, I was still worried. I stopped boosting myself, unsure of whether I should continue to pursue Tobias or if I should change course to head south.

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    (( Yes, yes someone can. ))


    [Demi]


    In usual Fallen-Angel-Fashion, I had become oblivious to my surroundings. A woman presented herself as Iris, apparently from the military or whatever-she-had-said to come to our aid. Tobias had somehow managed to get even the top brass to join our rag-tag team. Along with her, another man decided to have a nice, blunt, little outburst. People like that would get along very nicely with me.


    "Welcome to the group, Iris. Try to fit in, tea time is at four." I welcomed, with a tinge of sarcasm toward the end. "And as for you, mr. Let's-Shout-At-Everything, we're discussing what the heck to do about Caelum. Tobes says to go south, so that's where we should either go or avoid. If we want to help out at all, we nee—." Before I could finish, even my senses were overwhelmed with raw energy. I knew how powerful Tobias had presented himself to be back before his Tournament, but he was likely still holding back at that time. Now, I didn't need Brom to answer. This could only mean one, single thing: he was in a fight that holding back meant getting killed.


    Despite how blinding his energy was, I could accurately figure out where it was originating. "South west. I'm going to go help him." Words like who I was going to go after we're not needed. With a snap of my fingers, jets of fire were created at the pads of my feet, propelling me toward the source of the presence.

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    [Demi]


    There was yet another new addition to the group: a mage apparently sent here by Tobias. While I admit I sucked at aura analysis, it wasn't hard to see that this new person utilized less Holy forms of magic. He looked vaguely familiar. It was very possible that he had participated in the Tournament a month ago, but I couldn't remember.


    "If Tobes says you're helpful, then that's that." I decided, with a shrug. "My name's Demi. If you don't mind me asking, how strong was Tobias, at least by your best guess?" When I had fallen from Aer, I lost over eighty percent of my former power. Tobias might have been weakened at an equal scale, so he may not be as huge of a threat to the Gods anymore. Either way, he had managed to escape Aer once with his immortality and power intact, so I couldn't be sure. Turning toward Garrett and Rani, I decided to ask the big question that was probably on everyone's mind. "What should we do? Head south and be obedient to Tobes, or go our own way?"


    [Tobias]


    "My main concern about this war," I began, sitting in one of the chairs in the small room, "is Caelum's magic. I know that it is able to work outside of even the strongest of radars, yet it's impossible to mimic. Care to elaborate?" Andromeda was silent for a few seconds, thinking things over. Before she spoke, her phone began to ring, which was rather annoying considering the two of us were in the middle of an important conversation. After a couple Mmhmm's and a few Alright's, she tapped the screen and set it down.


    "That won't be necessary." She finally said.


    "What?" I questioned, immediately examining my surroundings for errors. Could this meeting be compromised? I understood what was happening when I looked down at my feet. "Oh, I get it. You were never betraying your country. You brought me here using information as bait and figured you could catch me, the strongest player on Eternia's side of this game, before I could do anything." My hint for this was the fact that my shoe had began getting frosted over, but I had nullified that effect. "Sorry, but I'm not up for that kind of thing."


    "Nobody asked if you were." Another voice said, the woman who owned that voice likely being Medusa, another Juror. I had only to the end of her sentence to duck, because the room above my waist level was converted to sand. Both of the Element Converters were here, each trying to kill or capture me. With the roof gone, I sprung into the air, keeping myself at a fairly calm hover. Two agility oriented mages, one with sand, the other using ice. They each had the common weakness of fire, so using that would be to my advantage. Andromeda began to freeze over the city, since panicking citizens usually got in the way of these things. Pointing two finger guns at my opponents, an arc of crimson lightning was produced from each. Wherever they struck would explode, but it was stopped by an odd barrier, like a force field. A third juror.


    I sighed. "Three on one isn't fair. You should have brought your whole gang." Medusa was getting closer and closer to me, everything in a two meter radius from her turning into that simple, tan powder. The new Juror was Octavian, who I had been told usually stuck around the Emperor. He was slightly taller than myself, although he looked absolutely ripped. His hair was brown, slicked back to get out of his face. The Juror wore a fairly thick plate armor, accompanied by a shield that was even taller than him and just as wide. If the information on him I was given was correct, he could create perfect, impenetrable shields.


    "You should be honored." A fourth voice exclaimed. "This many members of the Jury have never been gathered for a single person." Just by looking at him, I could easily figure out who he was. Vulcan, an expert in hand to hand combat. From what Andromeda told me before hand, he could manipulate fire. My plan for exploiting their weaknesses wasn't going to work. He was dressed fairly basically for a fighter: no shirt, loose pants, and several sashes. Why the sashes, I'd never know. On his left hand was a gold ring, which seemed to be glowing with heat.


    The fight began in a whole new way. I flew higher and higher to avoid Medusa, but Octavian began creating a pathway in the air made of his force fields. Andromeda, on the other hand, was flying through the air on a crystal platform, although flying wasn't as accurate to the event as a pillar of ice moving the platform. In my countermeasure against Medusa, I summoned a very simple focus, Fourth Power, and fired an assortment of elemental bolts. They increased in power by a huge amount, which was pretty neat for me. A fist sized fireball instantly grew to the size of a truck; a spark of lightning became as thick as Octavian's Armor's plates. The Sand Manipulator was forced back down. However, I was nearly defeated in a blink when Andromeda swooped it and just barely missed grabbing my arm, which would have led to me becoming a sculpture. Vulcan had a pretty similar idea to me: if you keep shooting stuff at it, they can't do much. He simply punched the air to create helicopter sized fireballs, which was incredibly bothersome due to his incredible speed. I stopped hovering and simply landed, breathing heavily.


    "I bet you guys think you've done something amazing." I said, between pants. "But I've yet to play my trump card yet. Feast your eyes on the power that will change the world." With my left hand, I covered my eyes, simply for dramatic effect. When I moved it away, I could truly see. The mechanics behind Octavian's abilities were now clear, as were those that created Vulcan's fire. Andromeda' confused me, but I could see Medusa's weakness. "I can see your magic for what it is, now."

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    (( I had meant to say "Direct Children", but did a bit of recalling and figured the memo would be recieved either way. ))

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    (( That's a question I'll save for a later PM. I wanted to get a post out. ))


    [Tobias]


    I snapped my fingers, closing the special wavelength I had created in order to connect to Demetria. It was merely ironic luck that she was the one who I was able to contact, considering it would just select the nearest signal. Sending them further orders wouldn't be tough, seeing as I can make free calls from pretty much anywhere in the world. Sure, it requires knowing where they are, but that's what aura detection techniques are for. I looked over at Cronwell, who seemed rather impressed with my connections. Perhaps he knew of some of that group, or he wanted more information regarding my contacts. "I don't quite feel like going with you to your headquarters." I decided, out of the blue. Raising a single finger, a second version of myself appeared. Over the last month, I had improved upon several of my signature techniques, including cloning. By imprinting that spell into all of their minds, I could essentially create a single clone that would, on a regular interval, summon another clone then destroy itself, which would relay all of it's information back to me. Very convenient. Without further ado, I slid open the door to the helicopter (which was locked, but a simple metal lock wasn't much against the physical strength of a fallen angel) and leapt out.


    Falling sucked, as proved by when I lost my full potential. Flying in style, however, was much more fun. I shot around in the air like a bullet, catching each breeze and using it to bolster my speed. I didn't leave because I was actually bored, no, but rather I had made arrangements via clone to meet with a very important contact. This asset was one who could turn the tide of the war with a flick of her hand. She had insisted on meeting somewhere where magical feats were never expected, so I had chosen the Lady's Chapel, one of the more grand temples for Solaire. The city that surrounded the building was called Yenma, although it had one very strange custom: no magic within it's walls. Soldiers who could manipulate energy were either sent away or forced to use proper weaponry. Yenma was the city where the Caelum soldiers would never look, thus it's appeal when discussing that country's downfall.


    I had to land over a mile away, just to ensure nobody from the city could see. Godspeed wasn't an option, so I had to travel by foot at the speed of a regular man. This experience wasn't very pleasing. The city gate was always open during the day, since Solaire was always looking after the citizens. The Light Goddess had no children, so even Fallen Angels were forbidden from entering. The various guards looked at me oddly since I carried no luggage or weapon with which to defend myself. Walking through this city was a nightmare. I had to fully suppress my aura and had to entrust the stability of hundreds of hidden clones around the world to the one I had left with Cronwell. Meeting this contact was worth all of these troubles.


    "Oh, you've just got to come see what you're friend has been up to while you were away." A woman said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward an inn. I played along. Unfortunately, with clones, the only information they couldn't pass along was what they saw. I had no idea what the contact looked like. The agreed verbal indicators. The woman wasn't the contact, but rather just the inn owner's wife who had agreed to help. She brought me inside, then into the third room on the second floor.


    "Well, it's nice to see you in person. I've heard about you and your past works." The true asset said, looking out the window. Her hair was tied back and covered by a shawl, but when she let it down, I could see the blueish tint in her snow-white hair. "The Thundering Alchemist. The Oncoming Storm. The God Slayer. You've made quite a reputation, even on my distant shores."


    "It's nice to finally see you, too." I replied, with a grin. My contact, who had warned me of another Juror and two warships coming from the south, was this country's best chance at surviving with our magic intact. To fight the Jurors, I'd need to infiltrate the Jury and decide what Justice truly is. "Freezing a whole city was a bit much, don't you think, Andromeda?"

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    [Demi]


    Garrett wasn't just injured from his crash landing; his wounds were more along the lines of from a duel than a harsh fall. With all of his cuts and scrapes, it was a miracle that he hadn't ended up carved like a pumpkin. Myron, prior to a month ago, was the greatest swordsman I had ever known, yet even he couldn't outmatch Garrett by this much. Who could have possibly done this? If Garrett was afraid, the I had a pretty decent reason to worry. It wasn't my highest concern, since I was still surrounding by the swiftly melting sculptures of Sinbad's former residents. Being attacked from a foreign country and from the inside wasn't quite the best of scenarios for us to be in. Of course, someone decided to poke their head in a bit and screw with everything. The priest's phone (which I was permitted to hold on to for the time being) began to buzz, the caller being an unidentified number. I instinctively set it to speaker mode to make discussion easier.


    "Well, I'm glad to see my control over air waves is somewhat decent." A familiar voice said. That arrogant genius, Tobias, carried a very mellow tone considering the state of this country.


    I was immediately overwhelmed with guilt. Him calling just reminded me yet again of my lack of thinking ahead. I tried to apologize. "Tobes, I'm so —"


    "No time for idle chit chat, we'll catch up later." He urged. I wasn't against the idea at all. "I hope you guys had fun meeting up. I'm sure you're in Sinbad? Yes, the city is likely completely converted to ice. Everyone's dead, the walls are translucent, blah, blah, blah. I've been out in charge of saving this country and I have the ability to choose whoever I deem worthy for this operation. You all are in, regardless of whether you helped me or hurt me back then. Your current orders are to investigate the commotion in the south. From my reports, two enemy warships have arrived and I wouldn't doubt that a Juror is there. If it is Andromeda or one claiming to be Medusa, run. You can't fight them."

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    (( It works perfectly, Scarf. ))


    [Tobias]


    Zicka died. Because of me.


    I hadn't really known him very well, neither here nor in Aer. He had been injured severely and I had used experimental magic to bring his Arcoli into functioning order. I believe his fight was against someone named Alice, which was also the name of his killer. How much time had he bought me? It was definitely my fault that he died, no questions asked. If only I had not rushed off to fight Titaint and spent more time cleaning up my pursuers, he might not have died. Where someone might form a grudge against the murderer of their friend, I couldn't muster any negative feelings for this "Alice" person. They were doing their duty and Zicka got in the way of that. I killed him, yet he likely spent his last seconds on his death bed thinking of how to help me. I could feel a third weight burden my shoulders, as he was the third person who had indirectly died because of me.


    The wand he gave me wasn't just a simple catalyst for magical action. This was his will. It is said that, in impossible scenarios, miracles happen, but how could it be possible for Zicka to know that I can know completely understand magic just by looking at it? His death wasn't in vain. This tiny rod contains the sum of his experiences. Just by delivering me this wand, I could understand the fundamentals of death magic and a few more advanced concepts, such as his Mock Tainted. Could he have known the results of his actions? No, that'd be weird. I looked at the wand with a grin. Zicka wasn't dead as long as I carried him with me. He would be alive in me. The Disciple of Death had given me his torch to bear. Regardless, I pushed away all emotions for the time being and got into the helicopter.


    "Cronwell, change of plans. Let's head to New Central." I told the agent, who passed the message along to the pilot. New Central was a project to restore the ruins of the once glorious city to a more prestigious state. That was where Cronwell's headquarters were located, so I'd want to head there first. I didn't mention to anybody that I was the one who blasted almost forty five percent of the city into smithereens. I didn't want to go to Sinbad. I was monitoring the whole country with a sonar technique when that disaster had occurred, yet I felt nothing when it happened. Either the caster changed the city in less than a second or she gave off no magic energy, even when doing something on the verge of impossible for a mortal to do. Going there would have no positive effect for me. The aircraft revved to life, then began moving south, toward the center of this country.


    "So, what aren't you telling us about Caelum? I know you didn't give me everything back then." Cronwell prodded, sitting across from me.


    "Caelum's Emperor is foreign. He's from Eternia, to be specific. If my theories are remotely correct..." I trailed off, looking out the window. "His Jury of Six is an issue. Any one of them is strong enough to easily defeat even Demetria, a daughter of Dimitri. Two of them will always be within fifty feet of the Emperor, so there can only be a maximum of four Jurors here at a time. I'd guess there are that many here right now." I explained. "They work in pairs in a complimentary style. Andromeda, who we are quite familiar with, is one of the more documented members, which isn't saying much. She can both create ice from nothing as well as convert other things into ice, including human flesh."

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    (( Will respond to Iris once Garrett replies. Tobias and Brom's discussion is going to be written by Scarf. Please don't needlessly post. ))

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    [Demi]


    "The lady on the radio said that she was from Caelum, but to think they've got mages strong enough to freeze over an entire city?" I commented, looking around. Anybody with the power to not only freeze a city, but also convert all solid or liquid matter into ice had to be on the upper end of the power spectrum. The woman's power should have terrified me, but 8 wasn't scared at all, really. Tobias could have turned all of Central City to ash with little effort if he tried, although that was a month ago, back before I changed the fate of this country. Back then, I was already having conflicting feelings about being sent to kill my friend, but now I was even more confused. Was it worth it to throw away power that was superior to my own at least one hundred fold?


    A dark streak ran across the sky and slammed itself into the city, liquifying it's landing zone. Unless I was mistaken, this could only be my half-brother, Garrett. He had chosen to stick by Tobias back then, so it was impossible to know in advance if I could trust him. All I could do was try. Garrett hadn't landed too far away, so I broke into a jog and investigated. "Need a hand, Lil Bro?" I teased, extending my hand.

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    [Tobias]


    Arrangements were, as per usual for Cronwell, fixed very swiftly. While I'd have preferred a plane because they are easier to walk around in, the helicopter they sent would suffice. Of course, this wasn't some standard helicopter that any military squadron could be carried on. This was the D4 Westnook, an aircraft designed to take tank shells, magic missiles, and meteors alike, all while providing a comfortable environment to its passengers. Due to a fairly advanced gyroscopic stability advancement, the helicopter could tilt at any degree just shy of doing barrel rolls without spilling a glass of water. It wasn't designed for stealth, but the sleek black exterior wasn't taking anything away from that factor. There was plenty of room to freely stand and make plans, but at the same time, it was rather quick for such a bulky bird. The interior was none too shabby either. Leather benches permitted guests to sit in comfort while possibly planning strategies to take over countries, which is what I might end up doing in here. There weren't many lights, probably to make it more difficult to see through the windows. Refreshments were likely held in a small compartment, a mini fridge.


    "My, my, what an incredible piece of technology." I complimented, stepping onto the helicopter and studying it thoroughly. With my new vision, I could directly see the small infusion core which was pumping a magical shield throughout the chassis. This helicopter was likely designed to carry political figures, diplomats, or pretty much anybody of importance. "Here are my orders: send a truck to Sinbad. If my sonar hasn't gotten dull over this past month, there should be several people waiting there. I want them all to be treated as VIPs, as they are likely going to be on the front page of the newspaper. Oh, and make sure the truck is fireproof.


    Cronwell nodded, accepting my orders since I was in complete control over the military, which he was likely working for in some way. "Fireproof truck, Sinbad, VIPs. I'll make sure one's over there right away."


    "Good. Before we leave, I feel like I'm being watched." I added, getting off the shiny new aircraft. I put my arms up, not in any sort of way to show I'm surrendering, but rather to challenge anyone nearby. Instead of saying my name or asking any questions, I simply released my aura. It was smaller, much more so than what it used to be. Unless someone else was suppressing their magical evidence of existence for the past month, I was still atop the leaderboard in the sense of quantity of energy. "The name is Tobias. If you want me, come out now. I've got a country to visit."

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    [Demi]


    The frozen grass crunched underlying feet as I made my way in and around the city. Watching as the only physical reminder of these citizens' existences melt away was overwhelming. How strong was this 'Andromeda' person? She said to be a member of a group of six, so were there five other people just as strong as she was? I wasn't excited to find out. Tobias wouldn't help us, not without something to gain from this all. His only two goals were likely, and this is coming from the person who can most easily think as he does, healing his arm and regaining his former strength, perhaps even obtaining immortality again.


    "Rani!" I shouted, spotting the man that had helped fight against Tobias. I was told that he, back before I had come to the surface, directly challenged Tobias and managed to survive the Oblivion Pane with his organ-thing intact. He looked a bit more muscular, so perhaps not everyone was spending their time by sitting in a church for a month. "Any idea how this all could have happened?"


    [Tobias]


    "So, what's the plan? Move to a command center? Organize the troops?" Cronwell asked. He had taken a break a few minutes ago to confirm with his superiors that I had accepted the request to help this sorry country. Every door a normal made would ever want to go through had been opened for me, yet my mother's words rang in my ears. How could I possibly know the Emperor of Caelum? Had he been walking on the street and had stopped to say hello? Did he ever join me on one of my artifact expeditions? No, that couldn't be possible. There really was only one option: The Emperor of Caelum was a god that descended. Who back in Aer was strong enough to rule that country and flip Eternia up on its head? I could, probably. Someone at my strength or stronger...


    "Get me a flight to Caelum. I'm going to solve this diplomatically."

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    [Tobias]


    The negotiator, Cronwell, chatted away on his phone for a while, frequently switching to a different language. It was quite an efficient way to throw off anybody attempting to listen in,such as myself. When he hung up, the agent looked at me with a grin. "That was a buddy of mine calling in to say that the documents you requested will be waiting for you in a secure warehouse in New Central." He explained. New Central was probably the name for the project of restoring the formerly glorious city to it's previous state. It didn't help that I had obliterated a bit less than half of it, but I wasn't on any official records regarding that entire occasion, so I was in the clear.


    Suddenly, a single blink turned into being trapped behind my eyelids. No matter how much I pried, they wouldn't lift. You have forced me to choose between my pride and my people. A voice in the back of my head said, definitely that of my mother. You should never force your parent into such a corner. I was the one who supported you on your trip to Aer. Wasn't it odd that no major Gods intercepted your course or meddled in your scheme? Who do you think convinced A'thery to be still? I had chosen you as my Champion and you were given my full protection. Her words stung with every syllable. I didn't even think about what would happen if Dimitri or one of the other Gods who didn't really like me had decided to stand between me and my plans to kill Titaint. I will give you my eyes, but do not disappoint me again. Figure out who your enemy is: you've met him before. When I could see again, the world was completely different. Instead of just sight, I could see the energy flowing through the air, the fiery spirit that lived within Cronwell, everything Arcane. A little bit of willpower reverted my transformed eyes back to normal. The power that I was supposed to own so long ago but now residing in my body was purely exhilarating. Cronwell saw my excitement and gave a light smile.


    "Congratulations, your gods have not forsaken you." I complimented. "Now, shall we begin this game?"

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