The light spilled into the sphere as the spell famine had used to trap them began crumbling, the black panes shattered like glass and rained from the sky, fizzling into smoke as they came into contact with the ground. He caught famines tail end, dissapearing amongst the chaos into a plume of darknes...

"How can a million ppl go missing within a years time and not one lead surface on where they've been taken. " He paced around his office, his crystal tablet still float near his sight line. The hours had passed, though the near infinite sun light of vescritia would have you believing other wise. "Ev...

He walked into his office, eyes glued to a glowing screen that floated at eye level. His hands stroked the thin black hairs on his chin as he studied the reports his secretary had given him. "A spike in violent abductions in connections with a new cult?" He said as he closed the door behind him and ...

-His eyes, still pulsing with the radiant hue of Origin vision, widened in horror. Before he had time to process what he had seen, it was gone, leaving only the black emptiness of the prison Famine had crafted for him. He blinked, distracted from his plight by the mere flicker of an unfamiliar face ...

He felt cold. An experience he rarely, if ever had to endure. Even without his mastery of the arcane or his skill in pyromancy, he rarely felt a chill. Control was his strongest skill, if the human life could be simplified to such. Calmly he stared into the void, his eyes piercing through the darkne...

"Perhaps youre right, but your talents would be missed." He said with a chuckle. "With the sudden and unexplained disappearance of the shinobi alliance;cults, raiders, and Daemon nearly out number elv and human alike." He said while tending to his wounded shoulder. It was nothing time couldnt mend, ...

"You'll need your whits about you for this one, Q. There is talk across all the seas about a new Cult thats been raiding villiages for...live stock." He finished combing the sea of Q's toxic waste, of what he could abstract that is and directed his attention to Q, it didnt cross his mind for a momen...

The strain of holding the tons of uru flesh began to grow on him, peeking out as signs of stress in his eyes and shaking arms. He knew there was some creature who could safely eat the cursed meat, but he couldn't focus. He could still hear, if not feel, the pain and fear of the surronding wildlife, ...

Without fail he collided with the Uru, though he never forgot he was dealing with one of his own. His kin. All of his relationships were like this, visceral and explosive. He understood what it was like to feel so deeply and have every ounce of power needed to express those emotions. He held the rig...

He felt her. Her rage was his rage. She was angry, maybe even at the idea of their bond entirely. However, it didnt matter. No matter how relative that may have been on the microcosm,those feelings were mute to the ferocity they would become. His hands gripped the long hilt of his battle hammer, clu...