Here's the thing that others may not understand. I knew Emma's trait wasn't broken. No statuses escape from my [Soul Analyse]. So why did I let the goddesses take her? It's simple really... I knew that if I didn't she would die. Not just the goddess of fate can see the future. Arcway can as well. Often in my dreams, I met the God who helped conceal me. The God that led my parents to Zotherg. He told me that when they came to take her I must not stop them. It was the only path he saw where we would be together again after what was to come. I had somewhat of a friendship with him just as Emma did with the goddesses of love and fate. Choosing to put my faith in him wasn't easy but knowing if I didn't I could lose Emma forever: I made my choice.

The fact is as I am now I know I don't have what it takes to keep her safe. Here I am as a man unable to protect the woman I love and having to put my faith in gods. The fact that I knew them personally made it only marginally better. Heck, Emma was bound to kick me right in the shin next time she saw me or have her mom shoot an arrow into my knee. Then my adventuring days would be over! Just kidding but old jokes aside I don't look forward to the fight we are gonna have someday (AKA one-sided ass-kicking).

What parents don't tell children about love is it's not all rainbows and sunshine. Relationships are hard work and love isn't simple. We've heard the whole "love is patient, love is kind" sermons before. Love can lead people to endure the harshest tortures and stand the tests of time. Love, however, is possessive. Marriage, for example, I belong to her as long as she belongs to me. It's my wife or my lover, very few people have truly open relationships and that is fine. No one should demand that someone change how they love someone else but it affects the ways we think about who we love.

The rules are different in Yor and if Emma died again she couldn't remain as a sentient ghost. Even, if she did, her ghostly form would hurt our relationship. Every time I'd see her would remind me of how I failed to protect her and how we would never have physical intimacy ever again. I chose what I thought was best for us both and in time I would know for certain. Last but not least of my thoughts is I don't want her to see what I'm about to do. There will be blood and death the likes of these lands have never seen and all will be by my hand. 

 I allowed myself to sleep for six hours before it was time to leave. Thanks to my life force heal magic all the injured had been healed. Grillo being the tuff old dwarf he was readied every wagon we had to head out. They would be heading for the nearest Dwarven Kingdom called Grannor. Grillo and I discussed that we would share skills and knowledge with the rest of the Dwarves. Grillo now holding a skill that made creating mythical grade weapons more common would easily gain an audience with the Dwarven King Michael Vernon.

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 Leaving my hut for the last time I approached my Godfather.

"Grillo, are you sure they will let everyone in?"

"Of course my boy the king wouldn't dare offend a mythical grade smith. The number of mythical smiths in existence can be counted on one hand." Grillo commented while pumping up his stature to look grand and prideful as he said it.

"Then it is good that my Axe evolving granted you that skill or we would be up a creek without a paddle" I mumbled. 

"Relax my boy what we offer would get us whatever we needed anyway," Grillo said while holding up the prototype Rune armor core we made in his hand. 

It was small like an orange instead of the gigantic one that would actually be needed to power the giant war machines. It would show King Vernon that we could create something they very much desired. Something that could only be created with my help.

The elves, dwarves, and green elves would all head to Grannor. While I would head my own separate way to seek out the crown, aid, and vengeance. Saying farewell I turned but a felt a big hand on my shoulder.

"I see you have Argus's Axe on you," Grillo commented.

"I do," I replied flatly.

"You tried to summon his soul didn't you?" Grillo asked.

"Yes but it didn't work", I groaned back.

"The boy didn't know but I do that you crafted that ax and it's quality rivals one of my own. It didn't work because there's more of you in that ax than there was of him. It's not your fault no matter how much you blame yourself ", Grillo soothed.

"THEN WHOSE FAULT IS IT?!!" I Snapped.

"You know who son, you know who" The old Dwarf sighed.

"Those damned abominable creatures that dare call themselves Gods and their brainwashed followers are gonna wish they had slow and painful death versus what I'm gonna bring them."

 Grillo just nodded back at me and I went my separate way. There was no turning back now.

Another fact I learned from Arcway was that God or Goddess was simply a title given to them by the system. Their entire species is just given the title as long as they hold a position that manages something in the universe. Dreams, love, fate, it didn't matter what it was other than what powers the God got for it. The creator was the only one that was really a God as his power to create made himself and everything from nothing. Just ridiculous and unfathomible but awesome in its own way I guess. At least the Goddess of Elves created a new "life". That made her rather godlike in my opinion but they were just Immortal energy beings. They were just super-powered immortal beings with unfathomable power... I can work with that I think.