Lin had heard of Kyrion’s wayward instructor from multiple people. Everyone save the headmaster of Drisil and Rion called him a charlatan. While the latter two called him a dangerous yet greedy tactician.
Lin now understood, how powerful Gamodren was, and it wasn’t just in direct power. The way he fought was methodical, as he observed her combat style before developing a perfect counter. From there it seemed like he knew the environment better than she had.
Lin rolled to the side and sent a wave of chilling ice, towards a patch of waiting serpents freezing them solid along with the ground creating a thick layer of ice that buried many waiting serpents beneath them, freezing many and killing more. From there, she created a path of ice as she skated through the forest. As Gamodren's current location was unknown.
As Lin turned right to cover another area of snakes with ice, a sword was thrust toward her back.
A metallic clash echoed through the forest as Gamodren's thin blade, was parried by an oversized greatsword.
Gamodren recoiled as he attempted to retreat, and circle around, only to be tackled by a large, dark-skinned figure and slammed into a boulder like a vengeful wave hitting a sand castle.
Volain followed up the tackle with two punches, one to the neck and another to his right shoulder blade, a red tinge beginning to build up in his eyes as water propelled them through one portal and into the trunk of another.
Gamodren thrust his sword forward to skewer Volain’s torso, only for the blade to pass into empty space as he seemingly evaded the blow like he wasn’t there. Leaving him to wonder if that was just blind luck or planning.
Rion didn’t give Gamodren time to think, from behind the boulder, Kyrion flipped the trigger on his sword, and the chain link holding the blade together was released. From there he swung it in an arc causing it to wrap around Gamodren and the boulder three times before going taut, pinning the expert in place.
Lin, seeing Gamodren restrained, began to send a barrage of ice lances into the man, doing no damage while freezing him to the boulder. From there, she turned and ran towards a crawling Kyra.
“Do you really thing besting me is this easy?” Gamodren said from everywhere and yet nowhere as his restrained body went limp.
Lin covered herself in a dome of ice, as snakes began to rain down on her from above. As it solidified, a loud crash echoed through the forest as the ice was cracked by a bare fist, a somewhat surprised young man reeling from his blow.
There wasn’t a second slam on the ice as Volain crashed into Gamodren from the side, slamming him through a rushed portal, leading the two of them to reappear over half a mile in the air.
While airborne, a confused Volain kicked an even more confused Volain in the chest and pushed off of him. Gliding through another open portal that had been conveniently left open, and landed on the ground next to Rion.
“What next?” Volain asked.
“Simple. My dear Volain. Where do you think they teleported you?”
“In the sky, duh.” He answered.
“But we’re only practitioners, so moving others is greatly restricted.”
“We were half a mile above something.”Lin had heard of Kyrion’s wayward instructor from multiple people. Everyone save the headmaster of Drisil and Rion called him a charlatan. While the latter two called him a dangerous yet greedy tactician.
Lin now understood, how powerful Gamodren was, and it wasn’t just in direct power. The way he fought was methodical, as he observed her combat style before developing a perfect counter. From there it seemed like he knew the environment better than she had.
Lin rolled to the side and sent a wave of chilling ice, towards a patch of waiting serpents freezing them solid along with the ground creating a thick layer of ice that buried many waiting serpents beneath them, freezing many and killing more. From there, she created a path of ice as she skated through the forest. As Gamodren's current location was unknown.
As Lin turned right to cover another area of snakes with ice, a sword was thrust toward her back.
A metallic clash echoed through the forest as Gamodren's thin blade, was parried by an oversized greatsword.
Gamodren recoiled as he attempted to retreat, and circle around, only to be tackled by a large, dark-skinned figure and slammed into a boulder like a vengeful wave hitting a sand castle.
Volain followed up the tackle with two punches, one to the neck and another to his right shoulder blade, a red tinge beginning to build up in his eyes as water propelled them through one portal and into the trunk of another.
Gamodren thrust his sword forward to skewer Volain’s torso, only for the blade to pass into empty space as he seemingly evaded the blow like he wasn’t there. Leaving him to wonder if that was just blind luck or planning.
Rion didn’t give Gamodren time to think, from behind the boulder, Kyrion flipped the trigger on his sword, and the chain link holding the blade together was released. From there he swung it in an arc causing it to wrap around Gamodren and the boulder three times before going taut, pinning the expert in place.
Lin, seeing Gamodren restrained, began to send a barrage of ice lances into the man, doing no damage while freezing him to the boulder. From there, she turned and ran towards a crawling Kyra.
“Do you really thing besting me is this easy?” Gamodren said from everywhere and yet nowhere as his restrained body went limp.
Lin covered herself in a dome of ice, as snakes began to rain down on her from above. As it solidified, a loud crash echoed through the forest as the ice was cracked by a bare fist, a somewhat surprised young man reeling from his blow.
There wasn’t a second slam on the ice as Volain crashed into Gamodren from the side, slamming him through a rushed portal, leading the two of them to reappear over half a mile in the air.
While airborne, a confused Volain kicked an even more confused Volain in the chest and pushed off of him. Gliding through another open portal that had been conveniently left open, and landed on the ground next to Rion.
“What next?” Volain asked.
“Simple. My dear Volain. Where do you think they teleported you?”
“In the sky, duh.” He answered.
“But we’re only practitioners, so moving others is greatly restricted.”
“We were half a mile above something.”
“This is one of a better hidden secret of the area. Lets just say he’s in a dungeon separated from time and space. Without a guide, getting out will be trickey, knowing him even with the time distortion, we have five minuets, unless the bait works.”
“Bait?”
“An all you can gamble casino. If he’s tempted then we have quite a bit longer than five minuets.”
“How do you know him so well?” Volain asked as he approached Kyrion.
Alarm bells went off in Kyrion’s head as that tone sounded off coming from Volain, and it finally made sense. Kyrion was being played, or so Kyrie thought.
“Who would pass up a chance for Telestrine, a rare and expensive material, and yet that dungeon can reproduce it.”
.”Telestrine? Dungeon?”
“Yeah, you wouldn’t happen to need that material would you Volain?”
“It just so happens that I have prior obligations and an oath that takes precedence over this request.” Volain hopped right back through the portal.
“Master, it seems Volain has found one of your leftovers fridges?” Karl said through their link.
“I don’t leave leftovers…We both know that.”
“My mistake, he’s in the medical area, those are your organ donor fridges.”
“Ah! My extra organs! Please escort him to the cafeteria.”
“Will do, about the other Volain?”
“Make the Telestrine time consuming to get, also, put a that time cutting thing in there as well. I want to see if it takes them with me. Mostly Gamodren, but if Volain eats all my food, he should at least compensate me for it.”
A howl of pain shot out from the forest, which called for Kyrion’s swift attention as Kyrie oved them through the forest and to the sight of the sound.
Kyra was a bloody mess of missing limbs and fury as Lin held her within a red sphere of snow, her body still writhing.
“Looks like we’re done.” Lin sighed.
Kyrion walked up to Kyra and placed a hand on her neck noting that she was still alive.
"Do you submit to my power and agree to join me?” Kyrion asked with two voices.
“No…Impossible...you…Tricked us.” Kyra said in shock, having figured something out.
“A pity.” Kyrion sunk clawlike nails into her neck in preparation for ending this doppelganger here and now.
“I submit!” Kyra yelled in panic.
Kyrion, Kyra, and Kyrie found themselves in a strange stone room with eight doors. Three were open while the rest were locked.
In the center of the room was a faceless statue with Kyrion’s height, and proportions. Resting in front of the statue was a tablet with strange carved letters.
“Whats going on?” Kyrion asked allowed.
“You have hit a threshold and unlocked the seal on our soul. Where there were three, are now one, its your choice as the head to decide how things go. Usually you’d wait until becoming an expert before doing this but…”
“The other me cheated by sending you here assiming I was already dead?” Kyrion asked having pieced it together.
“Pretty much.” Kyrie answered.
“You aren’t very loyal our old leader.”
“That man humbled me yes, but he sent me here with bad intell and weaker powers. He could have fused with us, but he didn’t. Don’t you know why?”
“What are you going on about Rie?” Kyra asked.
“You know what Ra. He wants us to be shattered into mindless puppets before he takes us in. That way he gets full control of our soul. Rion Will at least share, the body, or give us out own, to do stuff with.”
“You can do what now?” Kyra looked at Kyrion and scowled.
“Yeah I can make bodies and let Kyrie pilot them whats the big deal?” Kyrion shrugged.
“Will you swear to make me a body and let me do what I want?”
“Oh Abyss no.” Kyrion stated.
“Why resist now?”
“I have a spy in the beastblood empire now, or a potential enemy that now knows my secret identity. I will not agree to something so open ended. You are not free to stab me in the heart five minuets after our deal is struck.”
“He’s a paranoid one, Rie.” Kyra muttered.
“Not usually, he just doesn’t know you yet Ra.” Kyrie sighed.
“What do you want to do anyways?” Kyion asked.
“You don’t want to know.” Rie stated.
“Fine then. Why are you shortening our names?”
“It’s tradition to cut off the first part of out names when speaking to those of your own soul.” Kyra stated.
“How do you know this when I don’t?”
“Because as far as we’re aware, Rion, you are a wildcard. We remember losing to the one you know as your enemy. Beating us again solidified his hold, and proved we couldn’t win.”
“The one you called Psycho, we were sent here to kill him before he matured into a threat, he told me this before he left having figured out that you wern’t the same person. You haven’t bested us in combat, yet our wills are too weak to challenge yours. Your resolve is strong, and yet you strive for alternative ways to fight. Let us be your hands, Rion.”
“I knew something was off about them. Fine, help me out, but what you do with your face is on you. Don’t bring harm to my friends and family, and don’t kill unsessecarilly. Your business is your busineniess so keep your drama to yourself, I have enough as is.” Kyrion shook his head.
“What is unnecessary killing?” Ra asked.
“If you really need to ask… Killing outside of eating or survival. Or provking a fight so that you can kill someone. If they attack you first, do what you must.” Kyrion explained.
“Was I a necessary kill?”
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“Mostly. You haven’t seen what I have yet, so you don’t know why I’m determined to destroy the Beastblood Empire. You also don’t get how close you were to death. Why is there a child on your team and why send him after us?”
“Oh. Right. That. We need to get out of here and flee. We’re going to die otherwise.” Ra stated.
“Ah. I was planning on that.” Kyrion
“So your going to flee?” Ra asked.
“Oh no. I’m going to die, that is my resolution. Kyrie will breif you on the plan when we get back and hopefully Karl will figure out how to make you a body while I’m away.”
“Wait. Your doing this in an attempt to die. Are you some type a fool.”
“I’ve been told I’m a special kind of fool. To be fair, where is the Beastblood emperor when I need him to kill me?”
“He’s within the city, why?” Ra stated before her eyes widened.
“Why were Gamodren and White Fox, out of the city.”
“Gamodren was probably watching, but he’s a reluctant ally and hasn’t recogized me, White Fox? I don’t know.”
“Why do you even want to die?”
“That demon thing on Midas was linked to me, and I have been told that we’re going to be losing years of time shortly. So I’m gonna go on an adventure while everyone else is doing nothing.” Kyrion touched the statue and watched as the world flashed, everything shook, and within a few brief moments, he was back where he stood. Kyra’s body was gone all her items were transported into his domain, along with those belonging to Kyrie. That was shocking to Kyrie as well, however.
“I got my equipment back!” Kyire said through Kyrion’s mouth.
“God Slaying Spear? Heaven breaking Hammer, Sword of greater Demon slaying, interesting item names. Are they really that powerful?”
“I was twelve when I made those enchantments…” Rie said as his face redded.
“Ah?” Kyrion brought out the supposed God Slaying Spear and examined it. The enchantment was overcomplicated and did very little extra damage. Although the lettering did look cool.
“Why do I feel your judgement?” Kyrie asked.
“Can I have Karl fix these?” Kyrion asked.
“Sure. But do you have the time?”
“No. No I do not. Why did we let that kid cast that kind of spell again?” Kyrion said as he watched the large amounts of undeath gather into the dragon’s corpse.
“Don’t you need to die?” Kyra said within Kyrion’s head.
“Right. Issac, have you finished your investigation?”
“Ah. Right. You’re an idiot.”
“Why is that the issue?” Kyrion seemed surprised.
“Well. While I’d love to tell you this when you were in grave peril, for dramatic effect. I recognize that doing so now would be dangerous, in the literal sense.”
Kyrion watched as Milo’s corpse doubled in size while bonelike armor covered its entire body. The ritual was taking longer than expected. “Go on.”
“You agreed not to prove your mastery over magic early. Resurrection would be in the mastery category. Destroying a city full of experts would count as showing, mastery. Defacing a forest could me seen as a mastery.” Issac explained.
“Alright?”
“You agreed to this to it beliving what it meant by holding back had become a self made handicap.”
Kyrion sighed. “What can I use?” Kyrion asked.
“A full manifestation ontop of anything that wouldn’t bring drastic and permanent change on Imala so long as your alive when it or after it occurs. If you die before something like that happens, chances are you will escape to the realm of the lost.”
“Perfect! Kyrie, I’m going to try to fully manifest, doing so will make you quite a bit stronger. I’m also going to turn on all of our boosting spells.”
“You pushed us into the belly of a dragon when we couldn’t heal ourself, I’m starting to suspect that winning isn’t your goal.”
“I mean dying in it’s stomach would have been quick and convenient. I was trying to cause acid reflux and hope it turned us into a skeleton. Had Ander not stolen that kill then I would have taken a permanent injury or could have died to a targeted blast.”
“Whats your new plan?” Kyrie blasted forward toward the growing undead abomination.
“Spirit of Blue, cover me in water and lend me your aid.
Traveling fox, grant me swiftness so that by sight I fade.
Dungeon of gems, give us arms to fight our foe.
Arbiter of nature, my body is your home, and you are free to grow.
Spark of fire, grant me the power to convert corruption to ash.” From Kyrion’s body, plants grew like a cocoon encasing the young man in a fiberlike thread.
As mana left his body, the plant fibers grew harder as water nurtured its growth. His wooden horns shifted from black to brown, growing until they rem, and two sets of arms grew from his upper and lower back encasing themselves rock. His green eyes began to turn red as the fire began to gather behind them.
As Kyrion exited the cocoon, his body was encased in a set of wooden armor and his long red hair seemed to lengthen. The mana he felt at his disposal was astounding, in moments he could call forth more than he had before.
Kyion pulled out a bag of dandelion seeds, filling them with life, and purification mana, and nurtured them with fire instead of water, which was an advanced application of plant magic. He then tossed them toward the growing undead dragon and watched as they sunk into previously cauterized wounds.
Undead are weak to life, and fire mana, while purification interrupts the connection a necromancer has on their creations. Or so he learned from his mother back when he was little. Now that he thought about it, his early education revolved quite a bit around how best to deal with necromancers as well as how to disrupt their creations.
Kyrie scowled as Kyrion’s thoughts intertwined with his own. “Now isn’t the time for this. You planted the seeds, now what?”
“Lin, can you fight?”
“Yes.” She said with a solemn expression. “But it seems Nicole is out of it.”
“How hard was she hit?”
“She was posioned.” Lin answered.
Kyrion stared at his comrade for a long moment. “Where is she?” Kyrion asked ever so carefully so as not to be insulting. His tone still came out as moderately annoyed.
“What? We don’t have anyone here who can cure posion!”
“Well…” Kyrion began.
“Hey, not to interrupt this lovers spat but, should you be fighting each other? Or the flesh craving dragon?” White Fox asked while sitting atop a tree neither of the others saw him climb.
On cue the giant black dragon let out a roar, shaking the forest with its tremendous voice and lack of need for any lungs. Which was good as those organs may or may not have been removed while Kyrion was inside the dragon. It may or may not have informed Kyrion that dragons can go without their lungs for quite a bit. At least until a lightning spirit master goes inside of it and fills the creature with lightning and gets highly acidic stomach acid everywhere.
“It’s just the two of us isn’t it?” Lin asked.
“So it seems.” Kyrion sighed.
“Any more help comming?”
“No. The city is in temporal stasis. Not sure how or why.” Kyrion replied.
“Whats the plan?”
“I’m thinking about it. Due to a misunderstanding I’ll need you to find Midas and if I die, I need you to kill him in my stead. He’s part of the center of this incident.”
“Only part?” Lin asked.
“The others here are suspects as well, while I’m also a big chunk, as it linked onto my core through a link I paced on Midas, breaking laws on consenting to possession. It’s somewhat simple to exorcise with the right ritual. But due to Ander’s injuries, we’re going to need to go back one more time and fix it before he wakes up.
“Got it.” Lin stated as she opened up her senses, looking for the heat of another human body which uses used to track him down.
Kyrie spun his sword around before sighing as he drew a second greatsword and examined it carefully, with his strength and that creature's size, he’d need all the surface area he could get against something of that size.
Kyrion watched the dragon carefully as Lin continued to flee, waiting for the abomination to make the first move.
The dragon started the fight by drawing mana into its core from the world around it as though breathing the cracks on the dragon’s body glowing an eerie azure hue. From there the power built up until it was near peak practitioner. As the power increased past the limits of a practitioner it began to compress into a darker hue before becoming so dark that all the light around it was absorbed into a white outline.
The breath attack that came was not one Kyrire was willing to take head on and swiftly moved out of the way as all the matter where the beam passed ceased to be. Trees fell to the ground as their trunks were erased, and many of the animals that were hit were erased and removed from the circle of life, unable to even become fuel for decomposers. Those were the lucky ones as those that survived had their limbs erased suddenly as unbearable pain passed through them. Where the blast hit land there were now ravines.
“Oh. Now that’s dangerous.” Kyrion stated.
“Next time, we don’t let the overly powerful creature reach it’s full power.”
“Glad at least you leared something. I should have known better. Fox! Do you really need to keep this undead creature running around? Your team has been defeated one way or another!”
“You need this more than I due, old man.” The white-haired kid said from a tree.
Kyrie scowled. “What does that mean?”
“I hope we don’t already know. Now go!” Kyrion ordered.
Kyrie flew forward with a burst of combined speed, passing the sound barrier with ease and slamming into the undead abomination, both swords piercing through and cutting flesh only for the blades to turn into a strange slag afterward.
“Highly corrosive body!” Kyrion stated.
Kyrie flew backward as his right foot was removed by a glancing claw attack.
Kyrie yelled as the wound was rapidly sealed but not regrown. It couldn’t be regrown, it was as though his foot was erased.
“Take to the skies.” Kyrion ordered as he began to increase all of his body's capabilities and mental processing speed to a level a practitioner shouldn’t possess. His brain constantly takes damage and is healed to keep the damage from becoming permanent or delaying him.
Kyrire blasted upwards past the sound barrier and soon passed through the clouds in the sky breaking them as he continued to fly up and up, eventually reaching the stratosphere.
“No way is it following us this high up.” Kyrie muttered.
Kyra took control of the body and moved Kyrion’s body out of the way of a jagged horn that would have split them into chunks.
“Focus on the fight you idiots!” Kyra ordered.
“Yes mamn.” Kyrie responded.
Kyrion didn’t respond as he felt a connection to stone in the sky beyond the stratosphere and it was burning. With an exertion of mana, he pulled the rock towards him.
Kyrie summoned a quiver of Javilans and tossed one into the dragon’s wing. The projectile passes through it before turning into slag and falling to the ground.
The undead dragon turned and began to summon another breath attack.
Kyrie countered by throwing two javelins down its throat and piercing deep into its mouth, from there the beast let loose an incomplete blast that shot toward Kyrion, only to miss and pass into the mesosphere, where it encountered a meteorite and crashed into it, only managing to split it open instead of erasing it.
Kyrion’s domain opened up and collected the material almost instinctively before it was transferred into a vault in his core. Kyrion had not been the one to do that however as he was still calling for something much bigger.
Kyrie exhausted ten more javelins before pulling out Kyrion’s five-ton metal training staff. A weapon almost as absurd as its weight, breaking through the law of conservation of mass, as though it didn’t exist.
When the dragon engaged, Kyrie slammed into the creature's head expecting it the melt, only for the dragon to stumble backward and fall as the rod passed through it like a hot knife through butter and sent a shockwave into its body.
Kyrion hadn’t swung that rod with all his might powered by wind mana, but as he watched the dragon fall and clouds split as the wave traveled faster, he knew he needed to be careful throwing heavy objects around.
Moments after the dragon crash landed, a black light shot upwards into the mesosphere again this time hitting something big floating about in space. Whatever was hit, didn’t like it, as a white beam shot outwards clipping off Kyrion’s left arm and landing vaguely where the dragon’s blast originated.
“I am that which brings about the end of giant’s from eternal winters and falling stars, I summon you to carry out my will. Use my body and soul as your fule but only take me into the afterlife as you pass. For now I ask the world to give me a meteor.”
Kyrion pleaded to the sky and for a while nothing happened aside from the firefight between the mysterious in entity the sky above and Milos's corpse.
That was when it came, a rock larger than most cities appeared in the sky and began to fall. Not towards the dragon and not towards the city. No, this rock was after him and he’d need to ride it down.
As the meteor fell Kyrie for the most part avoided the dragon’s attacks, still he lost his entire left arm. His right arm stopped at an elbow as his legs ceased to be. Still, Kyrion led the meteor downwards and filled it with his mana to the point where he should be able to guide the object from space. The amount of mana powering it was, enough to greatly damage the world under him, still, he would die right before impact registered and get out of breaking any oaths as well as getting to see how far he can bend the rules.
A black beam passed through his chest, thinner and faster than any had come before piercing the meteor behind him. His liver and heart were gone in an instant. As though they were consumed entirely. The meteor continued to draw closer and closer before burning up and losing its mass as it passed through the stratosphere yet it was still bigger than he wanted. At that size, he could accidentally destroy the city. That would break the oath, but not in a good way. He only wanted to kill one undead dragon. Not wipe out the strongest people on the planet gathered to watch children beat each other senselessly.
“Maybe it won’t be so bad.”
“Master Kyrion?” Jala spoke through their connection, her expression quite concerned. “I don’t think dropping a city onto another smaller city is good for the soul?”
“This is a meteor.” Kyrion answered.
“Kyrion… This is a city with over five million people cramped together, how it got in between planets I don’t know, but it does seem to have its own atmosphere. If it lands any survivors will be lost.” Jala informed Kyrion.
“Why do I need to kill the dragon again?” Kyrion asked Kyrie.
“Pride? You just need to die remember? If you stop pumping blood through your body then you’ll accomplishjust that. I don’t think you use your liver for much despite it’s health and stubborness. Thats bizzare, and I think I get why my attack didn’t work on you. Damn bag of walking flesh.” Kyra stated.
Kyrie didn’t answer as he was in shock. How the other two were functioning as that much pain coursed through him was insane.
“Kyra, I’m taking over fully, your minds are going to leave my body for a bit as I finish this.” Kyrion sighed as he focused his mana and attempted to slow the meteor down. Using carefully aimed wind mana, he managed to adjust his trajectory to the point where he was falling into the dragon with the strange city railing behind him.
As Kyrion got in range of the dragon a black beam was brought across his waist, severing him from his waist and causing Kyrion’s control to slip as his mental wall took a hit. There was no regenerating, to be had so Kyrion didn’t hold back.
“Bloom flowers of the abyss use my blood and my life to grow and consume your host.” Kyrion muttered as his head was decapitated by the final beam. Something, that should have marked him as dead, yet there was still a delay between when he died and when he left his corpse as his domain opened up and swallowed the entire meteor.
When the city-sized meteor, vanished Lin moved to stab Midas in the heart, frozen droplets falling to the ground yet suspended.
Kyrion’s head hit the ground and rolled as his soul traveled to the world of the lost alone as Kyrie and Kira were trapped in his domain.
The dragon felt the magic keeping it alive fade as its core was corrupted by necromantic mana, something had ripped its core out of its body while it destroyed its opponent. Milo’s core which had solidified when he transformed and grew stronger with undeath was now gone.
A blue-haired man in a suit stood outside the city, his sclera was black, littered with tiny white dots. His expression was neutral and the glove over his right hand had been removed. On his hand was a tattoo that resembled the number one written in an expressive font. It had been forty-four years since he fought his master to a draw in that hellish tournament. Neither had held back against the other and yet, he couldn’t beat him. Now that he was gone, the world was his to mold for the foreseeable future.
“Young, Asela. This is yours.” Charles tossed the core to Asela.
“Why didn’t you kill the dragon yourself? Why let him kill my cousin?” Asela asked, concerned.
“Because he needs the experience. Kyrion, while strong for a practitioner, and dangerous as an expert. He will not be defending himself from weak experts. No, his enemies are strong and will get stronger with time.”
“Stronger than that dragon that destroyed him so easily?”
“Eh em. Uncle Charles.” White Fox coughed into a hand.
“Yes, little master Rys.”
“Do you still need me to infiltrate the beast blood empire’s team?”
“There is a reason, so many alternates were required. I’ll need you to play along for a bit. Milo and Edwin will be suitably weakened, and one of their aces are MIA.”
“Fine. Fine. If what's supposed to happen doesn’t, I’m going to kill you. Just so you know.”
“An empty threat, but I’d accept the attempt if you can pull it off.” Charles smiled knowingly.
Asela crushed the orb into her small hands and absorbed its power. Looking up at Charles with concern. “..Did you set this up as well?”
“No actually. It’s hard to plan around what a fateless will do. Although getting multiple predictable pieces in one area tends help skew the end result. So I’m following someone else’s carefully orchestrated plan.” Charles said with a straight face, snapping his fingers and unfreezing time around Midas, ending the stasis spell keeping the world from resetting one more time.