27 Vicarious Sentimen

Nye, Solitaire and Adam had entered Knothole, with everyone curiously observing them. The blonde haired leader turned to her new companion, noticing that he was somewhat wary of this new environment. "Feel free to make yourself at home, Adam. It just might take some time to adjust to everything." She assured him.

Adam shifted, glancing from the others to Nye, before turning away. "... I need to get used to being treated this way, but... maybe garbage like me should just stay quiet..." Adam softly sighed, before walking over to a secluded corner, sitting down away from the others.

Nye watched him walk across the room, her eyes panning over to Solitaire; who stood beside her. "This may take a while, seeing the reactions being exchanged here. Can I trust you to help me look after him in the meantime?" She murmured, softly.

"I think I can handle it." Solitaire nodded, in agreement. "He's not too shabby, when you get used to him."

"I appreciate it." Nye replied, before walking further into the location.

The others attention had turned to Adam previously, but seeing Nye moving in further, they resumed what they were doing beforehand. Nikolai used his scythe to cut the portrait of Lenault into pieces, before floating up to cover the wall with torn curtains. Zyron had a book on the table before him, that he was reading now.

Nye approached the table where Miles was sitting, finishing getting fixed up by Molliana. "Molly, I have something for you." Nye smiled, reaching into her bag.

Molliana turned to her, growing happy in the face. "Oh? What is it Miss Nye?" She giggled.

Nye chuckled, withdrawing the doll she had found previously. She crouched down to the little cyclops, handing it to her. "I think you might like this."

The little girl reached for the doll, her face lighting up with excitement. "She's so beautiful." Molliana stated, before unexpectedly hugging to Nye. "Thank you so much, Nye, I love it." She smiled, happily.

Nye was a bit taken by surprise, but eased up to laugh again. "You're welcome, little one." She said, patting the child's head, before standing back to her feet.

"Nothing for me?" Miles jested.

Nye glanced his way, "Not this time." She said, in a teasing manner, before approaching the bar. She turned to Runfaust, setting down the bag.

"You and Solitaire found quite a bit during your supply run, Molliana even seems a lot happier now. Thank you for taking the time to make my daughter smile." Runfaust mentioned.

"Aye, it's not a problem." Nye chuckled, peering over to the others. "The rest of the supplies are with Solitaire." Nye explained.

"I'll get those from her to place way then. However, I do have to wonder, where did you come across him." He motioned over to Adam.

Nye turned her attention over to Adam's position. "We found Adam while exploring the ancient ruins of the unknown region. From what I gathered, he had been sleeping since before the Templar were founded."

"Are you certain we can trust him?" Runfaust inquired, seriously. "Even Ashe has that look of skepticism in his eyes." He gestured over to his son; who was watching Adam from the table he was smoking at.

"I've gotten more cautious of whom we bring in after what happened with Finch, don't worry. Adam's clearly an outcast much like the rest of us. Just give him a chance to open up, he's had a rough life from the sounds of it." Nye replied, in a relaxed tone.

"I'll trust your judgment then." Runfaust reached for the bag. "If it comes down to it, you should talk with the others, so they aren't wary about your decision."

"I will." Nye said, before she glanced up to the second floor, seeing a glass of whisky, that was partially empty, but the ice seemed to have melted. However, there was no sign of Jackyn. "Say, Runfaust. Have you seen Jack anywhere?" She asked.

"Hm?" Runfaust looked back to her. "He was in here earlier, but he left a while ago. Didn't say where."

"I see, then I suppose I'll ask the others." Nye replied, turning from the bar.

"You're doing good work out there, Nyghtmare. Recruiting more forces is actually a wise decision, considering what we're up against. I apologize for not trusting your judgement on Adam." Runfaust explained.

Nye glanced back to him, "You're worrying too much, Runfaust. I don't hold it against you."

Runfaust smiled, with a nod. "I suppose I am, well, keep it up. You're doing great."

Nye chuckled, turning away from him to approach Ashewyn. She placed a hand to his shoulder, peering down. "Everything alright?"

Ashewyn's eyes panned up to Nye. "Yeah, just keeping my eye on this guy. I know you're being more cautious on who we can trust, but you can never be too safe in these times."

"Just play nice, he's surprisingly delicate compared to how he looks" Nye explained, before walking away from Ashe.

She approached Zyron, who had set down his book, and seemed to be observing Solitaire from afar.

"Fluffy, could you give this to Runfaust for me?" Solitaire asked, uneasily glancing to Ashe.

Miles took the bag that she held out to him. "You always make me do this. Sooner or later, it's gonna cost you." Miles teased.

Nye peered down at where the dog sat, as he observed Solitaire heading back up stairs. "You seem to watch everything going on here, Zyron." Nye spoke up.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Zyron quickly looked to Nye, with a perplexed look in his eyes.

"Say what you want, I can tell. I wanted to asked you something, however." Nye mentioned, still looking to Zyron.

"Huh? Ask me what?" Zyron raised a brow.

"Do you know where Jackyn went? I did mention you being very observant." Nye placed one of her hands into her pocket.

"Oh, that guy? Uh fuck, I'm not really all too sure to be honest." Zyron scratched his head. "Miles was giving him a hard time about something earlier, and he just left. As far as I can tell, nobody really wants to be around him to begin with." Zyron replied, with a shrug. "Not that I blame them, he does kind of push people away."

"I see." Nye looked across the room, seeming disappointed. "Thanks for letting me know, I will have to speak to both of them about their behavior."

"You do that." Zyron shifted his book, unsure what else to say to Nye.

Nye turned away from him, facing the front entrance of Knothole, before proceeding for the staircase. Miles had just handed over the bag to Runfaust, before turning Nye's way. "Nye? Where are you going?" He called.

"I'm heading out for a bit. Ashe, keep the peace, while I'm gone, would you?" Nye explained, as she glanced back.

"I'm on it." Ashewyn replied, with his easy going tone.

Miles crossed his arms, swishing his tail in irritation. "At least let me tag along." Miles pouted.

"No, you stay here. We're gonna talk about this, once I get back. So behave yourself." Nye insisted, sternly.

Miles panned his eyes to the side, as his ears shot back. His tail rattled around, while he grumbled under his breath. Nye had already continued up the stairs, and soon enough made her way through the front exit.

Above the Knothole hideout, was the form of a lush, grass covered hilltop, that was covered by trees and other flora. The twin beams of moonlight hung over the hill's summit, where the curled in edge hovered over the hidden gothic walls. Some clouds lingered in the night, almost like mist, but looming like a shield that shrouded the stone walls below.

A gentle wind gusted by, blowing the blades of grass in harmony with the floating dandelions. Illuminating the grassy field were hundreds of fireflies, but just at the edge of the steep hill, was Jackyn. He sat there, gazing to the stars in the sky. He seemed lost in thought, letting his forearm rest against his knee, with his other hand pressed against the soil beside him.

For a while there was only the sound of the wind breezing by, until the silence was broken from an abrupt crunch in the grass behind him. Jack's eyes panned behind him, as he kept his back facing the direction of the noise. He could hear it make a few more steps closer, before the approaching stopped. The back view of the figure behind him was shrouded in darkness, seeing Jackyn, not too far ahead of them.

"So, this is where you've been hiding." Chuckled the female figure behind him.

Jackyn's eyes closed, with a very subtle smirk, letting his face remain forward. "Figures you'd be the one to find me."

She didn't reply immediately, simply proceeding closer, til the moon light made her more visible. The wind gusted passed, as Nye came from the shadows, standing nearly adjacent to Jackyn. Her eyes peered up to the stars, watching them glimmer. "Why are you out here all alone? Did Miles start something again?" Nye asked, glancing down to him with concerned look in her eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it." Jack scoffed, turning his head away from her.

Nye shrugged her shoulders briefly, looking back to the sky. "Well, I won't pry then." She said softly, before letting her gentle gaze shift back to Jack again. "Mind if I join you?"

"Do as you like." Jack replied, still seemed defensive in tone.

Nye stepped closer to the edge, taking a seat couple feet away from the broody Dream Weaver. "I know that the others don't trust you, like I do, but don't let it bother you. It's strange, I feel this way, but despite the fragmented visions, and what I've seen; I feel as though I barely know anything about you, Jack."

He briefly glanced her way, but didn't reply. "..." His gaze shifted away, with an unsure expression. "What difference would it make? I can't change what I've done..."

"None of us can, but that doesn't mean you should push others away. Sometimes that only makes matters worse, you know?" Nye glanced his way, with a soft smile.

Jackyn hesitantly peered back at Nye, trying to force a smile, before looking away. "..."

"I'm not going to force you to, so you can talk about it when you're ready." Nye explained, getting back to her feet. "I'm heading back to Knothole, if you need anything." She said, walking back in the direction she came from.

Jack remained, silently turning back to the sky. "..." He seemed to have a lot going on in his mind, but didn't want to express it.

Meanwhile, in the realm of Skyworld. Aoba stood in the dark lit chambers, before the stained glass windows. He held his arms behind his back, as he seriously gazed through them. Behind him, the entry doors bursted open, abruptly. Kloud was shortly after, dragged in by two heavily armored templar knights. They halted at the base of the steps, shoving the ginger haired man to his knees. As Kloud pushed up from the ground, to meekly stare up to his king, Aoba gently raised a hand, motioning for the guards to leave them.

The sounds of the armored suits leaving was heard behind him, as his feeble eyes grew more concerned. The moonlight shined onto Aoba, casting a wide shadow to span across the chamber. "Kloud Vespire, was it? Do you know why I have summoned you?" The grand master whimsically smirked, without facing Kloud, letting shadows cast over his face.

"Y-Yes milord..." Kloud shivered.

Aoba kept his arms behind his back, not even shifting in the slightest. "That a boy, then you're full aware of what happens to those who can't play by the rules." Aoba chuckled, closing his eyes with an unnerving, gleeful grin. "You failed to capture the one target I had given you, and thus forced my hand to conscript more templar soldiers upon learning that she's the Queen of Fiends. Oh, what shame, seeing how many have died in such a short amount of time since. If only we knew of her identity, before she was able to gain more numbers; then this exchange could have all been avoided. Don't you agree, Kloud?" Aoba turned around, staring to the frightened Templar before him.

"Y-You're absolutely right, your majesty." Kloud stammered, trembling at the sight of his lord.

"It's going to be ooh so much harder to get what I want now, and in a way... Hah hah... It's your fault. You let her escape, not once, not twice, but three times. You failed your duty as templar knight, and the decisions that followed... I'm sure you know where this is going, am I right?" Aoba kept his menacingly, smug expression.

Kloud could speak, he had this blatant look of terror in his eyes.

"That look alone answers my question. I'm sure that Ayame has told you plenty of times, that not fulling your directive, is basically going against the will of the Maker, yes?" Aoba grinned, chuckling in the darkness.

"I-I am a-a-aware, my liege..." Kloud gulped, nervously.

"It's much like straying from the divine light, and those who do so become fallen angels. Do you know how the Maker would have us deal with those who have fallen, Kloud?" Aoba asked, stepping closer to the fearful knight. "The only way to cleanse you of your sins, is by removing the wings from your body."

"Grand Master! I beg of you!!" Called out a frantic female voice, as she rushed into the chambers. Panting, as her hand reached to her chest, was Ayame. "Please, have mercy... It's not Kloud's fault, he couldn't have known..."

"Ayame...." Kloud stared to her, through tearful eyes.

"It is the Maker who chooses one's destiny, and their inevitable fate. Whether he knew or not, isn't what determines this, darlin'. His actions however, are a different story." Aoba stated, shifting his gaze back to Kloud.

"One more chance is all I'm asking for, Aoba. I won't let him fail you again." Ayame pleaded.

"Hmm..." Aoba faced her again, pondering slightly. "Very well, if it pleases you, then from on the boy shall serve under you, Knight of the Wind." Aoba smirked, much like a fox. "If he fails again, then both of you shall suffer the consequences of the Maker. However, there is yet another whose awaiting my judgement..." He said, as the scene panned to the shadows of the chapel's floor, leading down to the dungeon below.

A few torches flicked with a faint light, along the stone walls of the dank prison. Sally was still confined to her cell, wary eyes gazing to the wall she rested against. "So many cycles of thee sun hath passed... How doth mine faire lord believe this noble knight to hath besmirched him? Mine love... Twas not mine doing. Erstwhile... Mine squire.... I did not know he parlayed with thine enemy..." Tears rolled down her cheeks, as she stared to the cobblestone ground.

There was a slight rustling emerging from the dungeon's entrance, before there was a click to show the chamber's door unlocked.

Hearing the door creak open, Sally turned to it, lowering her head. "I was not swain... Mi'lord... I beseech thee..." She pleaded, in a hopeless, weeping mutter.

"The man you love has abandoned you without a second thought, just as mine has done to me..." Replied a young sounding male voice.

Sally wasn't expecting the unfamiliar voice, lifting her head in surprise. "I crave thou's pardon...?" She whimpered.

Upon shifting her gaze forward, the centaur knight noticed the male leashed that had accompanied Jayson beforehand. His tail fidgeted slightly, as his ears crept backwards. "That's right, you never met Jayson..." The calico feline glanced to the side. "He's gone now..." His eyes shifted back to the female centaur. "It doesn't really matter anymore, he's been erased from this world... Yet life goes on..." He sighed, shifting his posture.

"What ho?... Who arte thou?" Sally seemed perplexed by his presence.

"Ronan Valdizan, just a Leashed trained in the ways of a thief. Your friend asked me to pick the lock, in exchange I don't have to stay with the templar." He explained, coyly.

There was a trotting noise that faintly echoed the passageway outside of the prison chambers. Sally lifted her head, to see a familiar male centaur step inside, holding a shovel over his shoulder. "Sir Maxwhyld?" Sally gasped softly, in surprise.

"Crikey, those tall poppies really bailed you up, Sal." Max approached, with a concerned tone to his voice. He set down his spade against the bars, continuing to look at Sally.

Sally was very astonished, forcing herself to weakly get to her feet. "Pray tell, why art thou, a noble stallion, here? If thou wisheth to rescue this mare, perish thee thought. I hath forsaken mine Lord and kingdom... I am but a fool..." She gently placed her hand around the cell's bar. Sally's hair hung in her face, as she lowered her head to press against the bars, and to stare down to her hooves. She was holding back tears.

Max stepped closer to the cell, placing his hand over hers. This caused Sally to raise her head slightly, in surprise. "Both of us can make a quid somewhere else, so why not bail out to the surface? These yobbos are as mean as cat's piss anyway. You deserve better than that, and you bloody oath shouldn't have to waste your time fossicking for some lord, who ain't even look twice at ya." He said, looking to Sally, with caring eyes.

This notion made the female centaur's eyes trail down with tears. "Forsooth? Doth thou earnestly feel such a sentiment? Thou wisheth to retreat, and flee together, from our kingdom?" She asked, feeling her heart quivering out of her chest.

"Dead set. A bloke like me would be grinning like a shot fox, to have a spiffy sheila like you." Max smiled, confidently, before blushing slightly. "Always did find you a pretty as a gem, just ain't sure if you'd give a bloke a fair go." He laughed, nervously.

This made Sally blush too, and cover her mouth with a soft gasp. Max noticed this, relaxing a bit, before he winked to her.

"Sounds like you fancy yourself a treasure hunter, Max." Ronan commented. "Would make sense with that spade of yours."

"Sounds pretty ace to me." His gaze shifted to Ronan, where he motioned with two fingers to open the cell. "Alright mate, let's get this doovalacky open, before our tinny arses get bogged." He instructed, shifting out of the way, so that Ronan could pick the lock.

Ronan fiddled with the door, and soon enough it unlocked. Max turned his gaze back to Sally. He held his hand out to her, as he grinned to her. "I know you ain't too shabby with your lance, but things can be different out there as brumbies. Maybe a more simple life, with a few ankle biters... You think about it, and I'll make sure to get you outta here."

"Me thinks thou shall hath thy answer in the morrow, good sir." Sally coyly smiled back to him, behind rosy cheeks.

"Well, I'll be rapt. Then let's bail out, before these bludgers notice anything." Max suggested, taking Sally by the hand, before grabbing his spade from where he placed it previously. "Coming mate?" He looked to Ronan.

"I'm right behind you." Ronan nodded, following after the centaur, through the door to the halls below the castle.

They proceeded through the dark corridors, lit by only a few torches. The sentries posted were fairly minimal during the night, giving Max and the others an easy time sneaking out. Upon reaching upper level, just outside the castle's barracks; Max led Sally and Ronan through the kingdom, avoiding further Templar sentries, to the silent streets of the city.

They carried on, reaching a secret passageway near the edge of the floating island, just on the outskirts of the kingdom. It appeared to be a light house of sorts, but Ronan stepped forth, unlocking a door on the side of it. He opened it, it to reveal a descending, spiraling stone staircase. It went so far down, that clouds seemed to give the illusion that it vanished into nothing.

"You sure we can reach the surface from here without wings or a hot air balloon?" Ronan inquired, staring down to the clouds. "I can't see the ground from here, let alone never seen stairs that reach the heavens from down there..."

"Scared there mate? The clouds just hide the stairs from the outside world. You'd be gobsmacked to see just how camouflaged it is, almost like it ain't there to begin with. That's why this tinny little spot is secret." Max explained.

"If you say so... I had no idea the Rhyme had a magic passageway like this." Ronan replied, proceeding in first.

"After you." Max allowed Sally to proceed first, before he followed after them, shutting the door behind him.

As they descended further down, they were able to get a better view of the area below. breaking through the clouds, they could just make out a tower below their descent. It was the dragon's keep, where Eclipse's forces were stationed. The magical stairs connected to the wall, but seemed almost invisible with the magic runes it was made out of.

"Alack... Lady Spymaster's headquarters? Arte thou certain this beith wise?" Sally asked, hesitantly.

"I already nutted out this with Eclipse bout racking off. Believe it or not, since her and Aoba had a falling out, she's been on the fence about his ideals. She ain't no stickybeak either, so she's not gonna make us rack off or nothing." Max tried to assure the female centaur.

"I shall shelve thee thought then." Sally replied, trusting him entirely, as they continued their descent to the Dragon Tower. The thought of Aoba with another woman however, made her feel uneasy. "(Mi'lord shall never love this mare, as he cherishes thine maidens... It twas foolish to believe he ever could... Yet, Sir Maxwhyld...)" Her eyes trailed back to the stallion behind her, giving her a smile. "(How can thine words sway mine heart so? Twas I a fool erstwhile?)" She thought, returning the happy expression.

Elsewhere, deep in the underground caverns. The ink reaper known as Inkers, was leading Koron, through the darkness. "It's just ahead, my lady." He stated, as they reached another chamber of the deep roads.

Just ahead of the two was a decaying female corpse, whose seemingly green, tattered clothes appeared to be stained red. Her nose had been completely dissolved, and other parts of her body was caving in. Her untamed hair was caught in a snare from the roots of flowers, that were growing beneath her body. Upon closer observation, the rotting flesh was coated in a bloody substance.

Koron crouched down, to examine it, as her reaper watched overhead. "I'm not sure how the other lesser fiends came across this, but I felt it was best to bring it to your attention."

"You did good bringing me here, my sweet Inkers. I can tell this one has been dead for some time, and a Rhyme no less. She won't remember her past life, but that's not such a bad thing. I so enjoy the thought of manipulating one of those pathetic angels." Koron grinned, licking her dark stained lips.

"Then you plan to resurrect this one?" Inkers looked to Koron, curiously.

"Perceptive. I wouldn't miss a great opportunity to turn a Rhyme into a fiend. Hah..." Koron chuckled, forcing the stiff body to shift slightly, as she grabbed it's throat to pull the face closer. "Arise decaying form, return the soul to flesh. I beckon thy will, and bend thine ear. Cords and censor, scourge and knife. I cast open the gates of death, and awaken thee unto life." She chanted, inhaling the air around her, before her painted lips were inches away from the Rhyme's lifeless mouth.

Koron exhaled, with a strange dark, and smokey aura flowing from her lungs. It was circling around the corpse's body, glimmering faintly as it spiraled around like a mist, before it rapidly flooded into the Rhyme's jaws.

Koron rose to her feet, watching as the body began to bubble up and twitch. The skin began to grow tainted, turning jet black in color, with lava-like marking forming in her veins. Many eyeball shaped growths began to form over different sections of her face and body. A long, lizard-like tail emerged, as her lower region shifted into hinged legs, with claws, and some feathers coming from the opposite end of her knees. Horns then grew from her head, as her ears became knife-like.

There was a sudden gasp for air, as the resurrected former Rhyme, shifted to her side. Those many eyes panned up to Koron, watching with an unsure gaze. "..."

"Welcome back to life, my pet. I am Koron Ghestro, your Queen."

"Queen?..." The fiend thought for a moment, "There is something familiar about that term... have I forgotten?"

"Your memories must have slipped your mind, as expected... Do you recall anything at all?" Koron asked, keeping her intimidating gaze of the newly arisen fiend.

The fiend stared to the ground, as she sat to her knees. "I feel as though, everything I knew is gone... Empty... Just a cold feeling... I can't describe it... It's like, I'm missing someone... but I don't remember who, and it makes my heart ache..." The fiend held her chest.

"You poor thing. I know not who you used to be, but you will need a name, Hmmm.... How about... Retina Lavabane?" Koron lifted the woman's chin with her hand. Her eyes caught notice of a cross bow laying not far from Retina, motioning her eyes to it. "Take the cross bow, and come with me, so we can meet with the others. From now you'll serve your Queen, my little angel." She smirked, menacingly.

Koron watched, as Retina rose to her feet, and proceeded to acquire the abandoned cross bow. Her many eyes turned back to Koron, who was already ahead of her through the tunnel. Inkers looked to Retina, and led her after the Queen. Trekking onward, Koron's group reached Wynorex, leaving Inkers to his guard duty outside the gates. Koron entered, allowing Retina to follow after her. Inside, the vastly dark city had been fully constructed, with many zombie, and skeleton soldiers positioned around like guards.

Many fiendish faces loomed around the city, as they watched the new fiend following their queen. Finch observed from his chambers, as Shane peered down from the roof top he was perched on. Continuing in further, they passed other fiends, like Vex and his lady friend, Darkness, who were talking outside what seemed to be a pub. Many others were watching from the streets and their homes, in felt rather ominous.

As they reached the edge of the underground city, Koron halted at the staircase, that lead further in. Sitting at the base of it, was a female succubus, that seemed part Terra. She had short brown hair, with an elongated claw that hung from the back of her head. Spines came from parts of her shoulders, back, and thighs.

"This is where we depart, I'm afraid." Koron stated to Retina, while her gaze shifted to the tanned fiend before her. "Leviathan, would you care to escort Retina here to her new home? I'm sure Dharma won't mind keeping watch while you're away." Koron asked, as she began to ascend the stairs, her eyes noticing, the green, ogre-like girl. She was not too far up the stairs, leaning against the wall.

"Whatever you desire, my Majesty. I only aim to please." Leviathan grinned, playfully, as their queen continued up to her room.

"Have fun, Levi. Tee hee, maybe next time there will be room for the three of us." Dharma, giggled.

"Oh, with words like that, it's almost as if you want to be played with too, Dharma." Levi licked her lips.

"Take it how you want." Dharma winked. "Don't scare the new girl too badly."

"Would you just lead me to the place in which you were instructed to? I don't wish to play games..." Retina inquired, softly.

"Hmm, how peculiar." Levi looked over Retina. "Most have a hard time avoiding falling for my charm. I'm part succubus, so I can make anyone fall for me... You however... There's another, isn't there? You just don't remember her anymore. I can feel it."

"..." Retina did not reply, merely waiting for Levi to lead the way.

"You're not very much fun, Retina. Well, let's find you a home." Leviathan begrudgingly led the new fiend off into the city of monsters.

Koron briefly saw this as she reached the top of the upper level, while passing by Jehxal. He was sitting at the edge, over looking the city. "Titania's waiting for you, Koron. Not sure what she wants, heh..." He chuckled, boredly.

"Thanks for informing me, Jehxal." Koron smiled, proceeding to the Queen's chambers.

Inside the bedroom, was Jehxal's sister, Titania. She was waiting in the center, looking to some of the room's decor. The blue haired maiden had her back turned to the door, but upon hearing it close behind Koron, she glanced back. "O~Hohoho. Koron, I was wondering when you'd be back." She smiled, in a cunning manner.

Koron approached Titania, placing her hand around the woman's waist, before pulling her into an embrace. Koron's other hand trailed along Titania's face gently, before pressing her purple lips against the other girl's. Koron's tongue licked along the inside of her mouth, before she used her teeth to tug at Titania's lower lip. The brief moment of this kiss ceased, while the two woman stared to each other.

"Soon, every one will bend to your will. I know it, Koron." Titania smiled, holding Koron close. "The templar, and that imposter's followers. It's only a matter of time, the Seer told me so."

"I'm very pleased to know this. What else did Inferna foresee?" Koron inquired, to her lover.

"We should prepare the others, to gather further forces. A war is coming..." Titania explained, her tone serious.