The wind whipped around the five mages as they cut through the air. Kingston was at the front, Theodore who's name he'd just uncovered recently was behind him, then Isolda, Rekken, and Gaius followed behind. They all wore black cloaks that blended with the night sky above, if anyone saw them they'd look like a band of thieves speeding across the land. Pools of dark mist poured out from the runic marking that was activated on Kingston's arm, leaving behind a disappearing trail of murky smog. Using his control over what he could only hypothesize was the weight of objects, he decreased the properties of the very air around him, creating a slipstream that in addition to their already exceptional speed, allowed them to travel at speeds exponentially faster than usual without consuming too much stamina. Although he was only grasping at straws when it came to understanding his power, it seemed like he was able to manipulate certain aspects of everything and anything he could possibly imagine. For now it was the mass and weight, acceleration and deceleration. And yes, he could influence the air itself, it was just a theory, but he felt almost certain that finding out what exactly he is able to control is the key to truly unlocking his abilities. "This is quite useful." Rekken muttered absentmindedly. "It is almost akin to teleportation." Isolda added.
The four most prodigal Mages their generation had produced, otherwise known as 'The King's Elite' each of them graduated early from the continent's top academy, they were the Nation's hottest commodity at one point. They were young and powerful, their clans saw endless potential in them and were eager to test their abilities. But due to their age they couldn't give them a task challenging enough without risking grave injury. And so after months of deliberation they all agreed to send them to the Kingless Kingdom, the experimental state, Lambridge Stronghold. A place where they would have the position of high ranking noble guards, responsible of carrying out the King's orders, while not being at risk of any real danger. But a few years passed and their clans had forgotten them. Not because their growth was stagnant, but because of the rapid change in the world of Magium. Their level of power was no longer rare, their abilities weren't as sought after and so their little project was abandoned.
Gaius was the only one native to Lambridge, he was their protector of sorts, Tall, large build, broad shoulders, proud golden hair, and stormy blue eyes that should have belonged to an elderly old man. Isolda was the "princess" of the group, or that's how she was treated. She had a certain... holy aura to her that made her seem untouchable, pristine white hair and her silvery eyes that gave her an incredible visual prowess. But it was mostly her indifferent personality that caused her to be perceived as a divine glass doll that was not to be approached. "I still don't understand why we all needed to come." The cowl on his head covered most of his face but if he could see his expression, he would assume that Theodore was wearing the most begrudging sneer on his face just from the way he talked. He was the only member of the King's Elite that Kingston couldn't get a read on, he was about the same size as Kingston, a little thinner with unkempt brown hair and mischievous green eyes. Keeping his gaze ahead Kingston replied, "The path ahead of us will be difficult. After today, the target on our backs will be much bigger than before. I need to see the extent of all your abilities."
"What? I thought you said this mission was a diplomatic one. To garner support from potential allies." Rekken bit her lip, she'd been on edge since his appearance in the throne room, and yet here they were, putting their trust in him. Following right behind him as he led them into uncharted territories. Rekken was the youngest of them, and by far the most immature. She was not very good at hiding her thoughts and was more... emotional than the rest. Her long gold locks of hair would have had her mistaken for Gaius's sister if it weren't for her deep, umber brown eyes. "Regardless of how they receive the news about what happened today. The clans' first reactions will be doubt." Kingston kept a level tone as he spoke. "They will find explanations for why Ulric wasn't able to strike me down, and they will choose to not believe in my power." He'd told them beforehand not to worry, and that they shouldn't expect too much confrontation during this endeavor... that's what he said, and it wasn't a lie... although... he may have misjudged the appearance of this task. "My demonstration in the meeting room may have been enough to entice the smaller clans, but the God Bloods would not be so easily amused. Right now, we are just a temporary regime that stole Lambridge from them." He paused, the four of them listened quietly to him. His main concern right now was their conviction, whether or not they had the mental aptitude to follow him all the way. Do they have enough reason, or motivation to fight, how far were they willing to go for their freedom?
"We need to show them. That we have enough power to be a Sovereign Nation." Gaius frowned, "That does not sound very diplomatic." His comrades glanced nervously at each other, they knew what they wanted, and that this man was their best chance in helping them escape the grasp of these clans. But rising up against the most powerful houses of Magium that this world has ever seen? With just the King's personal Sorcerers and a complete stranger, it wouldn't be outrageous to say that this was almost suicidal. But it was too late to turn back now, the giant blackstone walls of Bordium Fort came into view, stretching across miles of land it was easily quadruple the size of Lambridge. It's infamous Ceylicot stone bricks stacked so high that it was almost in the clouds. Banners of blue and grey hung proudly by the gate, the colours of the God Blooded Cicero Clan. A warning to all who saw it. The magian essence in his arm retreated away from the rune, deactivating the slipstream. The five silhouettes slowly walked across the wooden bridge, dark oak planks dimly lit by the hung torches. There was only one guard on duty, who would come unannounced and uninvited at this hour anyway? At this time he was barely able to stay awake, but the sight of five cloaked individuals approaching at the dead of night reinvigorated him. Stumbling into posture he shakily placed his hand on his sword before calling out, "HALT!"
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"𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒚?"
"Mother I swear to you that man is not a normal Mage, the way he spoke to the-" Ulric bit his tongue, he shouldn't tell them about the Auspex yet, there was too much happening already. Arura Amon, the Highlordess waiting at the entrance for her children's return, was a terrifying sight that he and his sister would not soon forget. The notoriously mocking sneer he had was definitely inherited from his mother. Along with her piercing purple eyes and long black hair, both he and Audovera were almost exact copies of her. But she was more noble, cold looking, like a beautiful but cunning witch. "Brother is right, the boy was young but he spoke as if-"
"Enough." Arura snapped, turning towards the grandiose window behind her she closed her eyes. The sudden surge of magian essence was a crisis that began some 50 years ago, and was closely monitored by the God Blooded clans. Inevitably, due to this aggressive increase of magical energy flowing into the world, the appearance of 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 sparked a still, ongoing silent war across the world. Apex mages and Primordial sorcerers were the most sought after people in the history of all magecraft. They were rare, powerful, but controllable, they could still be subordinate to a dominant, God Blooded clan. But they were just the mere beginning of what was to come. The emergence of the Legacies was different, they could 𝗻𝗼𝘁 be controlled, they could 𝗻𝗼𝘁 be subdued, it would take half of the God Bloods put together, to just stand a chance in battling a 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙘𝙮. They were living weapons sent by the Gods themselves, just their existence alone was enough to threaten the balance of the entire continent.
It would be arrogant for her to say that Cicero had a Legacy under their "possession", because truthfully, had Ulric not been born as her son... his arrival in Bordium would have been much more... 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵. Which is what made the emergence of Lance Godfrey all the more concerning. The people called him 'The Descendant', some kind of poetic wordplay that teased his connection to The Ascendant one. Hal Acampora. While it was obvious Lance was the world's seventh Legacy, sometimes he seemed leagues above Ulric in power.
Cicero rapidly climbed the ranks when her son was announced the fifth Legacy, but their rise was abruptly halted when The seventh Legacy was suddenly made king a couple years ago. While Ulric was identified as abnormal from a young age, Lance had lived 24 years as a soldier before obtaining this power. He had a reputation, influence, and overall approval of the people, he was their miracle soldier. But how he acquired the throne was up for speculation, bribery, threats, politics, who knows, but what she did know was that it loosened her hold over Bordium Fort significantly. Nonetheless they were forced to bow their heads to the higher power, which is why they were in this predicament right now. He won't take the loss of Lambridge Stronghold very well.
A series of scattered shouts and commands rang out from outside Cicero's clan house, interrupting what she was going to tell her children. What could it be at this hour? When the commotion didn't die down she gestured at her son. "Ulric, go." With a terse nod he darted out to the courtyard. Arura and her daughter watched from inside the palace. Audovera cracked open the window slightly and listened closely. "What is the meaning of this?" She could hardly hear her brother's distant voice as he approached one of the clan's sentries below. "My lord." The mage shot down into a kneeling position, "The outer sentries have reported a group of five hooded Sorcerers walking towards the Royal Estate."
"And? Why have you not stopped them?"
"Sir, they say he's repelled all of their attacks without lifting a finger..." Afraid of looking up at the Legacy he cautiously added, "...and that a dark mist protects him." A dark mist? Walking towards the King's Quarters? What on Earth? The Highlordess of Cicero was too perplexed to notice the sudden stiffness in Ulric's shoulders, and Audovera's tightly knit eyebrows. Without warning her son bolted in the direction of the Royal manor and Audovera followed after. "What in God's name..."
Flashes of runic sequences lit up the sleeping town in an array of different colours. Each rune that was evoked, was followed by the rumble of explosions caused by the deflected spells. To the Cicero guards, it looked like a shapeless black ghost was tossing away all of their attacks, a shield made of shadowy mist stretching out to protect the five intruders. And despite more and more mages appearing to stop them, they kept their casual pace, they walked slowly and carelessly yet they seemed inevitable. At this point the sentries were going to run out of fumes before they were able to penetrate his guard.
Then, a vibrant beam of purple essence blasted through the ghost, dispelling the protective fog. The man at the front finally moved his arm, smacking away the ray of energy that destroyed a nearby shed. "Can you fools not even penetrate a simple aegis?" Yes, an aegis was just the passive defensive barrier of a Mage. What looked like a figureless phantom was just Kingston's runic essence reacting to the spells. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon Legacy." Ulric spat back, "You are mistaken if you think my retreat was an admission of defeat." The lamps that illuminated the street were all but destroyed, but the glow emitted from A Legacies runes were more than enough to cast light upon the entire Kingdom. "It would have been wiser if you heeded my warning. You've put my clan in a very difficult situation, boy. Now you will really have to die."
Five brightly burning orbs manifested around him, he had an impassive look on his face, as if he were about to crush a disgusting bug that had crawled into his room. All at once he launched the miniature violet suns towards his opponent. With just a single wave of his arm Kingston dispersed four orbs on the spot, the dispelled purple essence hissing into the air. Allowing the final sphere to reach him he let it hit his palm, he didn't grab it, but letting it rest in his hand he carried its momentum, whirled around and shot it right back to its caster. Without skipping a beat he bolted after the orb, nearly overtaking it. It all happened so fast that all Ulric could do was cancel the attack. The ball exploded harmlessly an inch away from his face, but the discharged essence covered his vision. Before the purple dust could even dissipate a hand reached through and grabbed his face. Eyes of shock stared at Kingston from in between his fingers as he slammed the Legacy into the stone wall behind him, completely destroying its surface. Moving his grip to his head he called on his rune, "𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻."
A rush of obsidian vapour billowed out from behind him, all this time the four other intruders and Cicero guards were too awestruck to act. Someone who could so easily defeat a Legacy was not a man they could touch anyways. Ulric was on his knees once again but this time he could not get up, the crushing weight on his head was similar to the Angelic presence that held him down earlier. "Why- are you... attacking Bordium." He grunted through clenched teeth. "What are you talking about." Kingston looked down at him inexpressively, "I haven't once invoked an offensive rune. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 all attacked me first."
"What?!"
"He's mocking us!"
"We cannot tolerate this dishonour, he can't attack us all at once, everyone destroy him until there is nothing left." The sentries began to stir, but they had forgotten about the other four mages present. Though they weren't as strong as Kingston, they were the King's Elite for a reason. A spectacle of gleaming lights flashed against the cold gravel road. Muffled cries of surprise scattered throughout the street, followed by the sounds of bodies dropping. Stepping forward was Gaius with an enemy guard squirming around in his grip, "You did not kill them all did you?" He asked in a strong tone of concern. Theodore shrugged, "They'll survive." Isolda gracefully floated by, not responding, and Rekken simply scoffed, "Of course not." A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he tossed the struggling Mage into an empty carriage behind him. The Legacy stopped struggling under Kingston's grip, his arms falling limp by his sides as he lost consciousness. "Stop!" A feminine voice commanded. The Highlordess of Cicero was moving at quite an impressive speed in her high heels, as she approached she held out her hand, "𝑰𝒌𝒂𝒐𝒔." The violet shade drained out of her pupils, turning them white. "𝑰𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉."
The ground began to tremble... then it broke, dark purple tendrils swam out from underneath her towards the intruders. The scaly limbs curled around Kingston's legs, slowly climbing up to his torso, Gaius quickly swung down his broadsword just for it to helplessly bounce off of the roots that were now wrapped around his legs. The same happened to Theodore and Rekken who were also unsuccessful in avoiding the snaking coils. Isolda was able to keep them at bay, her hands were joined at her chest, creating a sign. A translucent white barrier emanated around her. Good, a tiny smirk tugged at Arura's mouth, she'd lost much influence and power over these last years, but at least the secret arts were still- "𝙄𝙠𝙪𝙤𝙨." What?! Her attention was instantly reverted back to Kingston, the vines that were tied around his feet had all but withered away. An unsettling blackness seeped into his eyes, taking over their colour completely. A tiny ball of energy formed in the palm of his upturned hand. As the sphere grew a dark inkling appeared at its centre, the black core expanding as the orb continued to grow. It stopped just before reaching the outer edge of the ball, but she could tell that the dark energy was fighting to get out. It seemed to bend the very space around it, the neutral essence around him reacted to the orb, distorting the air near his palm, as if it were being sucked in. And then the ink bled through, into the white barrier, turning it black. The shape of the orb began to sporadically twist and warp, the spell, screaming to be let loose, waiting for its caster to say,
"𝗦𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿."
The sphere combusted, sending beams of obsidian essence in all directions. The woman could hardly hide her surprise when the limbs that were squeezing Kingston's team were struck, and broken into pieces. The colour returned to her wide, distraught eyes, she tried to speak but it came out only as a shocked gasp, "You... who are you?" Ikuos, Ikaos, Iakos, all variations of the same technique that allowed the user to manipulate the ambient magian essence around them. Ikuos especially was the more personable enchant, meaning that the abilities that were triggered using Ikuos were specific to the caster. Ikaos was an ancient chant that is passed down through the generations of God Bloods. To think such a young Sorcerer destroyed the binds in just one sequence... "I told you mother, he is someone within the houses that has slipped past our watch, otherwise he would have been mentioned in the reports. He must be, otherwise he wouldn't know that word... right?" Audovera's face was a mix of disbelief and concern. She was in a crouched position next to her mother, ready to pounce on the attacker, her brother's limp body called for her legs to jump, but the man's eyes told her to flee. After all the tendrils had been turned to dust he coolly answered.
"I am the 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 of Lambridge." He released his grip from Ulric's head, letting the unconscious body fall forward. "It seems that people are still questioning the legitimacy of my land's Sovereignty." Pillars of onyx smoke swirled around him, in the blink of an eye, the mist breezed him past Arura and Audovera, carrying him to the stairs leading into the Royal Palace behind them. "So I am here to send a message..." His voice was devoid of caution or any of the anxiety that he should've felt standing before the Highlordess of a God Blooded clan. Instead his demeanor was calm, maybe even a bit dull. But Arura wasn't offended by his disinterest, she knew nothing of him yet she was treating him as if he was equal to her. Why? Because even the most crass, the most arrogant, high and mighty nobles born from the most prestigious bloodlines, even they recognize power.
The invisible runes that covered his arms lit up as a thick, ink black colour rushed into the schematic markings. The man opened his right palm and pointed it towards the Palace's front entrance. Then, a ghastly ball of pure darkness formed in his hand. It looked the same as his earlier enchant, except this one was more chaotic, it lost its shape almost immediately, and it's figure was actively warping. Not only was it difficult to see the intensely black orb, it was as if it wasn't there at all. Like it didn't exist, it seemed like he created a hole in the fabric of existence itself. Darkness, oblivion, entropy, the complete absence of everything, annihilation. The magian energy crackled wildly around the deforming sphere, "Lambridge. Is 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊."
𝗙𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗣
A dense beam of deathly black essence burst from his hand. For an instant, the entire area surrounding the manor flashed yellow, then red, then white. Those three colours in rapid succession. Then the obsidian laser tore through the castle, it destroyed everything it touched and pulled the remains along so violently that a tornado of broken marble and stone spun around the beam, covering it in a pattern of white and grey rocks. The Highlordess could do nothing but stand in shock, her eyes were wide and her jaw was agape, she gripped her dress so tightly that her nails dug through the thread. This man, he completely obliterated the protective barrier around Bordium's Royal Palace in an instant. The nigh impenetrable and long standing shield that was tested by her son, Legacy Ulric himself. If it sustained any threatening damage, it's transparent surface would be made visible. If the damage persisted then its colour would turn yellow, then orange, red orange, red, white, and then black. The last resort, the creators of the barrier decided that if a being that could break through the white stage of this barrier ever showed up, they were an existential threat that not even their entire Army would be able to subdue. So an instantaneous self-destruct sequence would occur and immediately wipe out the entire nation and some of its neighbours, killing the attacker in the process... but this man tore through it so fast that the spell itself didn't even have time to initiate.
𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙍𝙐𝙈𝙈𝙈𝙈
Kingston's right shoulder suddenly jerked back, the ray had hit something and was... stopped? The recoil was starting to push him back, but the rune he evoked was too powerful to cancel. With a strained 'umph' he used his free arm to push his right arm upwards until it was nearly vertical. The laser split apart the sky, evaporating every cloud it touched, and then the starless night turned into a very bright one. A substantial amount of thick smoke spilled out of his hand, the essence from his spell leaked out, manifesting into swirls of dark mist that danced down his arm. Due to his inexperience and lack of control, his body was now overflowing with power. And he needed to let it out. Pouring more essence into the ability, it's width tripled in size, until it was like a gigantic black pillar that reached the moon was suddenly erected outside the King's Estate.
𝘚𝘚𝘚𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘜𝘔𝘗
The outpour of essence was abruptly halted, "Hoh, shit." He breathed heavily. He had absolutely no control over that release. All it took was a little nudge and the floodgates swung open, was this the reason that Angel didn't want him to overuse his power? Once again... a little bit of overkill... but the message would surely now be received very clearly. But hold on, what did his ability hit that stopped it? Admittedly it was good that the blast didn't penetrate all the way through into the settlements behind the castle. He didn't mean to kill anyone, this Kingdom housed God Bloods after all, their guards should be able to reflect the brunt of the damage, and their medics were more than capable of healing the injured. Although it probably would look like he just tried to wipe out the entire Palace.
Then as if to answer his thoughts, a low voice called out from inside the building, "So there really was another, like me." A man emerged from the demolished manor, well, half demolished since something stopped the spell from going all the way through. That something probably being him, the stranger stepped forward, he was holding out his right arm, his hand was open, revealing a blackened palm, smoke curling off of his fingertips. "That was quite a troublesome spell, do you mind if I ask why you destroyed my home?" Other than his slightly burnt hand, he was entirely undamaged. Kingston on the other hand, the feedback from his rune ate up the fabric on his right arm, burning off the sleeve all the way up to his shoulder, the singed threads jutting out. "You're one of them. One of the elder siblings." Kingston said, more observing than asking. "That's an awfully intimate title to give me, considering you just demolished my Palace." The way he was replying made it seem like they were two friends exchanging banter. He didn't know what he was expecting the other War Powers would be like, but 'friendly and unbothered' was not among the anticipated character traits.
"My apologies. Are we going to fight?" He asked.
"Your apology is not very convincing. And no, it looks like they've used Rhak' Sha's box once again. They should be here soon." Who's box? They? Oh... taking a quick glance at the area around them, everything looked frozen in place. Time was stopped again. Did he over exert his power? He had a feeling he was pushing his luck when he fought the Legacy, attacking another War Power is a little over the line huh? Taking this time to look over at his allies he noticed that Gaius had gotten considerably close to him, and the runes under his cowl were glowing bright yellow. Was he... about to attack him? Ah, to stop him from harming the civilians inside probably. A reasonable reaction considering that this amount of firepower was unnecessary, and also the fact that this was supposed to be a peaceful mission. "Did you not listen to what the Angel said?" The stranger glared at him.
"Well he didn't stay around for that long."
"He didn't? I had to listen to his mundane droning for a whole day- ohh... I suppose you must have been the last to be contacted. The penalty on him at that point must have reached its limit."
"A day?" Kingston frowned.
"Ah worry not, listen my friend I will explain to you all you do not know after this." He added giddily. What's his deal, for a Mage of his standing he had the demeanour of a child. He was wearing royal clothes, decorated in all of Bordium's majestic linen. He looked almost as young as Kingston, and he was almost certainly a God level delinquent. Just from the hastily combed dirty blonde hair and rugged facial features that made him look like a textbook troublemaker. And it was clear that his attire was chosen by himself, throwing together all the pretties and shinys he was only missing his crown. He must have noticed Kingston scrutinizing him because he suddenly clasped his shoulder, "Ah! How rude of me, My name is Lance." He stuck out his hand expectantly. "Kingston." He shook the man's hand. "So Kingston, how are things going on your end?"
"My end?" He asked with a raised brow.
"You've caused quite the dilemma for a large number of clans. I assume the situation is well enough in Lambridge, which is why you are able to be here right?" Lance was addressing the intruding Mage with an overly familiar tone, which made Kingston immediately suspicious of his motives.
"Well enough." He echoed semi sarcastically. The citizens weren't a problem, they were docile and obedient so long as he was able to protect them. The more pressing issue was that Lambridge has been a goldmine for its associated clans and kingdoms for decades. Kingston took that away from them, and his siege gave them a reason to claim the land as their own. It was basically a race to see who could incapacitate or assassinate him first. He should expect some early, feeble attempts, half rate mercenaries that would be sent, most likely to just assess his power level. A prickling sensation on the back of his neck told him that something was coming, he was here.
FUWOMP
"Ah, my friend! I see you are doing well."
"Silence child. I am growing tired of chastising your foolishness."
"How cold, are you not going to ask how I have been?"
The entity clicked his tongue, the Angel's second appearance was not as grand as his first. And judging by his reaction, Lance had met with Sol' Ra at least a couple times before. Ignoring the chattering male he turned to Kingston, "𝑩𝒐𝒚. I am certain I made it adamantly clear to not use your powers recklessly." His divine golden eyes burrowed into his chest. "But I suppose my visit was too short and too sudden for you to take heed." Floating down closer to them it stopped and studied the two mages for a moment. "I have already clarified this with Godfrey but I have not yet explained this to you. First and foremost you should dismiss all that you had planned to accomplish when you received these powers. For you have a far more pressing, urgent task. I told you that war was coming. But I did not tell you that this war is against beings far more powerful than you could possibly imagine, if you maim or kill any of your siblings and their Legacies, you will not stand a chance against them." Kingston's eyebrows knit together in confusion, "If our enemy is so powerful, why not fight this war yourselves?"
"Godkind's intervention is strictly forbidden, I am sacrificing my existence just communicating with you like this." The being waved its hand, "There is no time for back and forth. In order to win this fight we needed the help of mortals. Thus the birth of War Powers. We have created five of these weapons, you both, are two of them." Sol' Ra began pacing back and forth, but since he was floating it looked more like he was flying around aimlessly. "I was going to allow you to indulge in your worldly goals for the purpose of growing your power... But the situation has changed." He stopped pacing and looked back at them. "Our enemies have made contact with the other War Powers, and our means of monitoring the other continent have been sabotaged." Lance's eyes widened, "You mean our allies have been exposed to the other side?" The Auspex nodded grimly before continuing, "The wall that separated this world from the Inverse has diminished greatly. Mostly due to the planting of powerful magian signatures such as yourself. It was a risk that Godkind had to take, in order to obtain the weapons capable of combating the enemy." His right eye twitched, the Auspex suddenly stiffened, bracing for something. A blinding ray of light shot out from the eye, then the other, then out from every single crevice on his body as his physical form began to deteriorate. Sol' Ra grunted, "The penalty is heavy, you will not be able to hear from me again for a while I'm afraid." His heavenly robes began to flake off, revealing a body of pure light underneath. "Assume that the two of you are your only allies. Prepare for the worst."
"Wait. Who is our enemy?" He asked, slightly annoyed at how much information was not made known to him. "They are heinous beings, right now at this moment they restlessly fester in their hellish world. Demons who seek the destruction of the entire universe." Sol' Ra's golden orbs glowed gratingly, despite the lack of pupils in his eyes, he could see that there was a clear hatred in them. Half of his image had already crumbled off, turning into slivers of light that evaporated in the air. "Kingston, the power in you was meant to be manifested years ago, in a different carrier. For what reason did it end up in you we still do not know. But I'm sure that you will be an important piece for this coming war." The Angel had all but disappeared, his divine remnants ascended into the clouds, called back into the heavens. But he left a fleeting word of caution, "𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗵𝗶𝗹𝘂𝘀."