Months has passed away rapidly like counting numbers, the Tribune was yet to unveiling the strange attacker within the Tribune. 

It was like during his attacks, he was sensible but after his attacks, he would suddenly vanish along with the Tribune's scent like he never existed. 

Not even the High-warlock was able to sense his aura.

 Pat on the other hand has gotten adapted to the magical environment, his senses has heightened to the extent he could not only feel within the Tribune but beyond the Tribune, he could feel every magical essences roaming the multiverse like worms. 

He could tell which was tainted and which wasn't. He was so great at it he at once could detect the difference between divine and demonic auras without breaking a sweat but this stranger was new to him. 

It was like he has absolute control over what other feels about his presence, it was like he has absolute control over his own presence.

 He sat as usual in the library reading with Virote who sat still arrogant against reading, it was obvious he couldn't take his eyes off her as he stared desperately at her astonishing beauty. She knew his eyes were on her which made her blush, a soft smile escaped her lips stylishly. She cleared her throat then stretched out for a book suspended in the air.

 Pat scoffed "don't tell me you're into reading now?"

  "Not accurately, just trying to block your ugly gaze from melting mine." She replied and Pat laughed "you're one weird guy, you know that? You're hideous whenever it comes to words, you hide your feelings!"

 Pat took a rigid gulp "Emmm...I don't! It's just i feel nervous when talking to women."

  "That's cute." Virote smiled "you know I don't really have any relatives or man to care for me, I don't technically know how it feels to be loved."

 Pat concentrated at her while dropping the book on the table gently, his face was obviously sarcastic "you in fact never told me who you were or where you came from." He said softly.

  "I'm an Eirinian, we look like humans but lack vital emotions. 

But the High-warlock changed that when i came into the legerdemain Tribune. 

I felt more humane than ever." She smiled.

  "What about your family?" Pat asked.

  "Gone! Died in the galactic war against the alien gods. 

Our solar system was destroyed and I was the only survivor because the High-warlock saved me. 

He brought me here and taught me the art of magic."

  "I'm sorry about your family." 

Pat's face turned cold with concern, he noticed Virote's face paled with discomfort which made him feel uncomfortable. 

He was about to ask some feverish questions about these alien gods she spoke of but noticed the emotion on her face wasn't accurate for such, so he stretched out his palms and grasped her hands. He looked into her green eyes with his mouth curved.

  "You have me now Virote and I'm going nowhere." He promised.

 She smiled exposing white glaring teeth "thanks."

 He felt something odious entering the room, it was obvious on his face as Virote also felt it at a medium speed but it was too late to react against as from the wooden door came a loud eruption that shook the sanctuary to it's core.

 BOOM!

 The left wooden door swung open flying arrogantly against where they stood but Pat was fast enough to deflect it into a gust of wind shielding Virote from the attack like King kong.

 It was the wanted thief, Pat could now feel his weak and exhausted aura leaking like a strangling aura, it was like the figure had exhausted himself before entering the sanctuary. 

He probably might has invaded more museums before thinking of resting in the sanctuary not knowing he was going to see them in there.

 Wasting no time, the figure blasted two eldritch energies at them but Pat shielded themselves with an invisible field. 

He blasted more at them with the mindset of killing the druidmaster since he has been planning that his entire plot and this would serve as an achievement to surprise his leige.

  Virote performed a twisting spin into the air horizontally simultaneously blasting naive forces at the figure which acted infertile against him but another conclusive force from Pat staggered him backward.

 He was obviously surprised "impressive Druidmaster."

 Pat spread out his arms alterating the reality within the room that even shocked Virote, someone has been practicing reality techniques. 

Pat changed the system in the room turning activity around them into a rocky plane that seemed real but wasn't. 

The figure stared in surprise, he might has judged the druidmaster wrongly but this is huge. 

Before he could react, three boulders of rocks shot at him sending him half knee down but he held himself back heavily with his veins straining round his neck. 

More boulders shot at him but this time, he saw it coming and was able to disintegrate them into dust particles with green energies streaming all over his body.

The figure darted the streams of green energies at Pat like octopus tentacles shooting from his back but Pat created a realistic field around him that diverted the attacks omnidirectionally all over the false reality which mistakenly struck Virote off her feet aggressively. 

She collided against a rocky structure that rendered her unconscious instantly.

  "No...no...no" he ran at her and immediately, reality took it's normal state as he fell beside her in grieve.

 "Emotions makes you weak druidmaster, if you want to be strong like your past fellows, you must render all emotions void and null." The figure said in a throaty tone that caught Pat angered.

 He stood on his feet, divine pantagrams encircled in white concentric glass-like circles appeared in his palms as he turned at the figure. 

He could feel his rage boiling out aggressively but the figure seem unhindered by his sudden emotional change.

 Green orbs engulfed his palms and he bolted two energy bolts at Pat in which he instantly retaliated against by forcing the attack to seize like it never occurred putting it in a paradoxical state of exaggeration. 

He caused time to skip to the part where the figure would feel astonished which technically happened and this gave Pat the upper hand as he forced out a wrath-infused energy at the stranger but the effect was intense as it struck the latter instantly out of reality within the room and off stench but to avoid been eliminated off reality, the stranger forced reality itself to bend to his eldritch benefit which made him able to defy the laws of reality systematically alternating Pat's realistic assault.

 He staggered back rigidly and slowly landed on his feet, the Druidmaster was obviously getting stronger on every attacks which caught him kindly astonished. 

He was taking the latter for granted, he might have overlooked the latter arrogantly which is slowly hindering his offensive attacks.

  " beware my rage." He shouted that shook the room, his body reacted the the ire as numerous eldritch energies lashed at Pat so fiercely even Pat's reflective force field couldn't bare the impact so it sent him callously against the wall instantly and into oblivion.

  His task was at bay, eliminating the Druidmaster is the least of what has to be done. A little step closer would end his pursue but he felt them approaching, he could feel their stench right behind the door almost approaching the wooden door.

  "The prestidiigitators, fuck me!" 

The figure lashed out angered not physically but mentally, he was this close to destroying the druidmaster but the royal stench from the prestidigitators are what's on his mind now. 

He can't risk been caught or it would be the end of his loyalty to Cryptor.

BAM! The right door slammed open roughly it smirked off like a thrown paper and landed dispersing torn and complete books like feeble dust but he was nowhere to be found, except of the greenish energy released as he left the scene in a timed hurry.

 "Summon the high-warlock." 

A prestidigitator alerted hurriedly.

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 Unknown Dimension

POOF!

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 With a dry gust of green wind, he appeared in his overall covered black hood in the middle of the dry ranging land. 

He knelt before the golden door that leads nowhere and his head tilted downward with a breath of despair exiting his nostrils.

 "What news brought you into my asylum my royal follower?" 

The coursing voice asked breaking sound barrier like a spade.

 "I almost had the Druidmaster today, i almost had him." 

He said breathtakingly.

"But what happened? You almost, wasn't an achievement." 

The voice retaliated aggressively "you know he's the only jurisdiction to my freedom and accomplishment in the legerdemain tribunal, he needs to be annihilated completely."

 "I know my Lord, it's just..."

The voice cut in "no buts this time warrior, he's a log of wood spermed from a dead tree, he's nothing without a backbone and that backbone.... I believe you know who that is?"

He tilted his head upward but with his facial features still hidden "How did you know all this?"

"You're my avatar Valdimir, I see through your eyes, I hear through your ears, I feel through your perceptions, I'm all but few in you...I'm you with broken fragments." The voice broke.

 "With great honor my lord!" He bowed in respect.

"Now, I'm giving you now just another chance but the last of it, find me the gateway key or I'll make your existence nothing but a feeble waste of perception." The voice warned.

  "I won't fail you again my leige." He assured and with a broken assurance, he vanished.

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  Spiritual plane of existence

He felt his entire body vividly heavy, he couldn't feel any nerves of his body except his eye lids as they shivered ready to render light into sight but they were rather hindered by mere fragment thoughts or imaginations of his.

At first, he felt himself floating in a void reality obscured from an actual reality occupied my mostly broken essences he felt when he first visited the ethereal gods. 

Perhaps, he might has been transported spiritually into the outerversal reality or was he just imagining. 

Guess he was just in a dream state.

 One of the five planes of existence, spiritual plane is a dimension of non-bodied entities nor perceptible I'm the physical reality. 

It was known to be owned by astral beings and also known to be a plane to travel between the physical plane and the spiritual plane. 

Only the dead are to be affiliated with the spiritual plane but he knew he wasn't dead, he couldn't be dead. 

He's technically immortal, or do immortals die?

"What brought you into the spiritual plane Druidmaster?" A voice asked, its occurrence was indefinite and endless. 

It was like he could hear it in his head and at the same time, around him.

"Who's that?" Pat asked.

 "I ask the questions here druidmaster?" 

The voice asked again "or do you think the astral plane is a known easy plane to be visited like Armagnac?" 

The voice asked, then Pat knew the entity behind the voice has been watching over him since the beginning of his bargain to be the Druidmaster.

"Who are you? What did you want?" 

Pat asked, he felt his body now as light as a paper blown almost away by the heavy struggling wind within the plane.

"I'm the determiner." The voice echoed.

"The what?" Pat asked.

"The determiner, the one who decides what exists and what doesn't. I'm the eyes beyond existence and non-existence." 

The determiner replied.

"Who are you? I don't know who you are." 

Pat asked "I don't know what you want."

 "I'm the being that exists outside of confined reality, beyond the dept of void and nothingness, all entities exists as a will of my own. I'm the one that decides who exists, how they exists and how they completely are rendered void of existing." 

The voice addressed itself like a god encrypted in the bible, locked on words like eating up phrases like goodies "and you, are one of my undetermined property."

Pat frowned and asked "What did you mean?"

"You're not part of my determination, you're just a product without my consent. 

I own everything in the multiverse except you." The voice replied and Pat felt like it was pointing against him, he could feel its breeze brushing his astral face.

"What did you mean? Am i dead?"

"Both, not of my concept or idea! You're nothing but a living idea of the ethereal gods."

"You mean I don't exist?" Pat asked flabbergasted.

"You do but in a more unexplainable way, you're just a...wave of imagination." 

Determiner explained "You're a living bomb that needs to be determined."

 "That's none of my business mister, seek the ethereal gods and they'll grant you access to my existence." 

Pat retaliated "I just wanna get the hell outta here."

"Well then, you leave me no choice." 

Determiner responded now gaining physique blending in with nothingness but the only perceptive aspect of him were his flapping blue cape and blue hood that covered his void face.

 Pat was awed, he almost felt like retreating but he couldn't because he knows not of how he got there in the first place "stay away from me."

"Give me your existence." With that word, Pat felt his life-force been siphoned totally but then a connection broke out. 

A connection so tantamount and paramount it pierced the foundation of the spiritual plane rendering everything fragile like an egg shell.

The determiner also felt it breaking through his accords like a needle tearing through a piece of fabrics, it was tiny but pain inducing. 

It was so paramount in pain it held his conceptual life-force like a glue, he couldn't bear the pain. 

His endurance was astonishing but this he couldn't deal with, he couldn't even help but let out a forceful yell that shook the entirety of the domain putting every conceptual existence within the dimension in jeopardy.

Just like a gust of wind, Pat felt his astral form been swept backward like a retractive force siphoning him back to reality like a vacuum cleaner.

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 Legerdemain Tribunal

  Health faculty.

 He let out a heavy search for air as his eyes sank open like an abyss, one of the baddest dream he has ever had in his life. 

He's not just a threat to middle age thieves but now to higher extra-terrestrial entities such as the determiner.  

A being that don't just decide realities but existence of every entities and conceptual entities in all of the multiverse. 

He's not just a human being but now a weapon of multiversal destruction.