A small breeze tussles the branches of a forest, though it’s not from the already cool weather in the southern half of Erocia. Another gale violently shakes the trees until a few fall over. The path of destruction follows for several miles towards the coast bringing varied sounds of screams and yelling. Massive armies have chosen this land as the point of conquest, both sides ranging and running at each other. Loud shouts break through the noise being caused by spells, while a large group of humans emerges from a cluster of the forest. Counting their heads would bring their number into barely above one thousand as they threaten to run over a single being standing in their path. It happens to be a female who slowly turns to the army charging at her. Her lack of emotion slows some of the frontlines but they continue to charge forward anyway. Eerily she turns to the army charging at her. Before any of them get into range, the front group suddenly comes to a halt as a man is lifted off the ground by a near-invisible thread. The lone girl walks forward slowly as he's dragged closer until he's forced to lock eyes. Her pink eyes flicker about him in an investigative manner, revealing the black sclera surrounding the iris. His mind numbs for a moment causing seizure-like motions.

“I sense fear, yet mere moments ago you were charging with no care.” The Girl’s head cocks to the side as words fill the man's head. At the sound of her voice, he widens his eyes while staring at her motionless mouth. Her eyes narrow as the man's mouth begins to quiver from moving.

“D-demon! You're one of the Chaos-” His words are cut off when a Shadow like form snaps at his face. A gasp resonating among the troops behind him forces his eyes to open to a shock. A thin layer of light had formed between his face and the form of something he couldn't quite make out. It slithers in various dark colors and yet almost looks as if it doesn't exist.

“Tch. Luck happens to be on your side for meddling, now begone. I have no time to care about your existence.” A quick motion from her hand throws the strands she controls, tossing the soldier back towards the group. He bounces a few times as he hits the ground and slides to his allies. Once they picked him up, it did not take long for the frontline to turn tail from the lone girl after she had simply tossed the man. As they scurry off in fear, the girl's attention is drawn away from them.

“Come out of the shadows. Hiding is pointless.” Her words hiss in a monotone manner. Irritation from the stated fact shows on the man’s face as he emerged from the nearby brush. He steps up to the lone girl with confidence in his stride, long white hair bobbing from his large stride.

“Nol.” He speaks the name out to her. She only blinks slowly, emotionless at his presence.

“Your presence is a bother to me, Sakurai.” Nol's reply was slow and drawn out as she spoke his name. He looks around himself as her voice bounces around.

“Well just by the fact you are here brings a worry to my thoughts Nol. It's rare for you to show up for a very good reason.” His calm demeanor was shaken a little the more he stood in Nol's eyesight.

“Wary of my presence or not, I am still here.” Her eyes narrow at him, making him flinch. “Why are you here? You should be helping with the battles.”

“You and I both know that fighting is the lesser of my abilities.” He clears his throat. “No, I'm afraid politically I'm here in the question of your presence. It… usually ends in interference.”

The silence between the two grows when she looks away. Loud noises coming from deeper in the forest, followed by screams. Sakurai pales from this. She turns back to him and sits. The motion at first brings surprise to Sakurai as Nol starts to sit on empty air. Realizing a woven chair had appeared beneath her had him embarrassed from his outstretched arms.

“I am a watcher,” Nol speaks out, almost with a gaze that looks past the man. “I only interfere if things go awry. Around us is, at least to you, a horrific battle between humans and Kraeka alike.” Sakurai catches the fact he is now mysteriously sitting across from her, teacup in hand mid-sip. His surprise almost causes him to spit it back out, half choking as Nol continues. “Balance of the chaos of the world will be brought today, with no interference from me. You being here is a boon actually as they mention today is the day the battles stop.”

Sakurai eyes her wearily before looking at his surroundings. The time it takes for him to contemplate his answer doesn’t seem to bother Nol, who waits patiently. He nervously looks back over at her and takes a sip of the drink he received earlier.

“They?” The words come out shaky.

Nol nods slowly. “The Light ones.” Her emotion doesn’t change as much as his does. This time he does spit his drink, the droplets not reaching the ground. “So wasteful of your drink. I’m only tasked to watch today. If all goes according to plan the war will end and there will be new legacies.”

“How- how do they plan for it to end? Both sides have only shown more aggression!” Sakurai had stood up from his sudden outburst. “In fact, my brother is supposed to be out here in Metha!”

Nol stands up, the chair she sat on vanishing from sight. Calmly she walks over to Sakurai, who tries to step back. His feet seem to catch onto something that makes him trip backward. An invisible force catches him to make him dangle helplessly in front of Nol.

“Only one Yutsu is meant to be here for the legacy to begin.” Sakurai’s eyes widen from this. “Their involvement has deemed it so. When they walk this world the war will end.” Nol’s hand covers Sakurai’s face.

“MMPHF!” He tries to struggle in his panic but slowly stops. Nol gently takes her hand away to reveal the man to be sleeping. Calm motions of breath is the only thing stirring him from otherwise dangling in the air.

“You will have no memory of this meeting I’m afraid, Sakurei.” She whispers to his sleeping form. “Be away from here, for there will be only one survivor.”