The Kindling Heath pulsed lightly as always while taking in the immense waves of essences that rushed from the stout mountain. Regardless of how chaotic and intertwined they were, the great throne tamed them, and divided them according to their characteristics.
Replicus felt the eager energies get sucked into him, and his body absorbed them greedily.
The Titan World Storm Penetrator sat, still decked in his starry armour, his flashing sockets telling of his current state of mind. He had a lot of things to sort through, most related to the journey he had just returned from.
Thankfully, because of his thought phantoms, he didn't have to exert himself. After all, when it truly mattered, the mini-hims expressed quite the decent level of intelligence.
"Got to say, it's good we made that arrangement with the Bishop when it counted. Having to constantly look over our backs for FRIENDLY FIRE is annoying."
