Zoriel felt his strength coming back to him, as he could see the wounds he had fade. All except the one on his eye, he was sure that he had survived the worst thing he imagined would kill him, and he had gained something in return…a fragment.“There,” the man said calmly, looking at Zoriel with a smile. “Your injuries are healed, and there isnt anything else going to hurt you.”Zoriel was looking at his hands and his legs, even though the goo had managed to heal him and closed the opening to his wounds. The scars he had gotten from Xer’s claws remained on his body even though their openings were closed.The thought of his half-brother attacking him still lingered, and it was something that wouldn't be removed.“Tell me something,” the man says with a smile. His gaze fixed on Zoriel as he was about to ask the question. “Which family do you come from?”Zoriel was surprised, but he didnt think there was any problem. The man had saved him from a monster that was trying to kill him and als

Zoriel sat down in the waterfall, looking around as he waited for Rhys to come back with what he had set out to get. It was clear that they were going to be there the entire night, and whether they were going to do anything to get out of the situation. Two minutes later, Rhys came back holding part of the grizzly in his hand. A smile on his face, and from what Rhys could tell, he was getting ready for something that would set them on for something far greater. “We have meat for dinner!” Rhys chuckled looking at Zoriel, sitting next to the boy. He started to set up certain up the firewood, it was strange. Zoriel was looking at him, noticing how he had his blade held tightly. “You have something to ask?” Rhys turned to the boy, startling Zoriel. He didnt know how it was possible for Rhys to even know that he was looking at him. “How?” the boy asked, looking at the swordsman. Rhys chuckled, looking at him. He placed the a piece of dust on the firewood turning to Zoriel, he titled

“I believe in strength and power, but if you are going to keep acting like you're high and powerful…if they decided to end you, then there isn't going to be anything that would hold you—” “SHUT IT VERNA!!” Grant was enraged; there wasnt a chance for him to hold his head. Verna took a step back, eyes on Grant, trying to hold his head up. “You yell at me like there is something wrong with the way I am trying to get you to make a decision?!” He wasn't going to hold anything down. Looking at Grant, he knew that they were not going to have an easy time getting anything else out of him, and it was going to be rather wild. “I should have you taken down and removed from anything up…there isnt going to be a chance in hell I would let you even get away!” Verna roared, a blatant rage surged from his body that made the room shake. His energy was somewhat unmatched by anything that would have sent him away. “I AM NOT GOING TO SIT HERE AND LET YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THIS!!” Grant flared up; he

Even at the peak of their strengths, it wasn't the power the Crest held that made them powerful…It was far beyond that, as slow as it would come, there was something that led everyone who would understand what they were heading for. The Crest was initially created to ensure that everyone in Zenovia understood there was no need to give power to the wrong side. The Admirals were bodies picked and formed to ensure they would get everything in the order it was meant to be…Formed, created by Hidan Vermillion and Talen Leonhart, they were known as the protectors of the Land, and there was nothing that would hold any crime or trouble against them. “......” “I believe that there is still a good use for Sio, but instead of coming back here, he is going to keep running from us to make sure that there isn't much about him we find…” Verna was irritated; he was matched with Marcus to do something. Or rather, he paired himself with him, trying to ensure they would get things done auspiciousl

“I know that you want to get everything to be done without you being involved, but you know as well as I do…if you don’t get anything to stand with him, then he is going to kill half of them…” Saint was trailing Rhys and the Grandmaster, who had landed in Zenovia, trying to make sure there wouldn’t be anything that would hold him back. “If he is coming here, then it means that we would be having more than just meeting him to deal with more than just….” He was looking around, trying to get his head set in something that would hold him down to the fact. “Even if you enter a room with him, there has to be something odd…he is a scary man, and I don’t like being with him alone.” “I never thought that there was a day I would see you scared of your gramps for that matter…” Saint smiled, knowing that there was something about the whole issue that would bring something to mind, but it wouldn’t hold a clear image. “Yeah, and I know it would be the last time you see it. There isn’t going