He grinned in false haughtiness, each change in his features increasing their cautiousness, which formerly became unwariness. Scele's lips extended with an officious manner, his fingers massaging his face comfortably.

"Ah," Scele laughed diligently, encompassing his body completely in regenerative mana, he whistled in amicable proudness. "Cisial. Your skills certainly were upgraded," He remarked with genuine cordialness.

Flowers surrounded him conspicuously, Scele was quite enraptured by the glimmering condition of the plants, which were restricting him, ruthlessly.

Cisial attached a featureless look on her head. While Kloaked monotonously stared, his eyes, once again, unbothered by the noble.

Clicking numerous stems around Scele's neck, he smiled mirthfully, carefully deciding his words. "Using your energy in the Fallen-Kingdom? All the guards are likely prepared for any incidents," He informed helpfully.

Opening her mouth, Cisial readied a response, until Scele continued. "You may comprehend your uniforms like protection. Unfortunately." Leaning his skull nearer to Cisial and Kloaked, he giggled. "We're capable of detecting uniforms which belong elsewhere."

Shaking his head in remembrance, Scele grinned, his sights racing towards the battler. "I wanted to ask you something." A single whisper forced Kloaked's orbs onto him. "Kape Loard."

A distortion in his shape occurred, and Kloaked's hands dispelled the stems, relaxing onto Scele's neck, he growled carelessly. "Who gave you her name?"

Laughter ambled in the skies of Uawn's and Cisial's dimension, Scele eyed him with mature exuberance. "Oh, you rough entity. Kape was far more unemotional."

Mana erupted around Kloaked, smiling in professional callousness. "I'd like to learn...Where you heard her name."

Scrutinizing Cisial unapologetically, Kloaked leaped behind her, and yawned. "Still. Carry on with your askings."

Cisial's plants surrounded Scele's arms once more, and questioned. "Scele. Why would you escape the Spiritual-Kingdom?"

His spheres expanded boisterously, his laughter decreased. "Why would I escape?" He rhetorically repeated, cynical grin returning. "Cisial. Well, I suppose I can answer."

Rocking his orbs between Kloaked and Cisial, Scele's expression became calmer, less concentrated. "I desired something new."

"Something new?" Cisial walked forward, examining the noble's amused look, both gained a composed aura. "You're aware the Ungodly-Kingdom is preparing with the Ranscendence-Kingdom with the aspiration of stopping this war?"

"Cisial War and Kloaked Loard," He giggled immaturely, humoured by their controlled calmness. His mind clicking in contemplation. "You are both unaware of something."

Latching his eyes, Scele instantly opened them, and his mana encased the sector. "I'm working on stopping this war."

Slashing the plants with a materialized knife, Scele gestured the weapon, heartlessly glaring. "Regardless of my opinion. I shall become someone superior. Especially, all Elemental Leaders. People shall shudder under my presence."

"My aura shall bring unconsciousness onto people," He grinned mirthlessly. Reminding Kloaked of a specific someone. Scele's stance emanated a ruthlessness, if unwary of, could obliterate. "With you. Children of the War and Loard family."

"I was unsuccessful with defeating Kape, now, I can eliminate her child." His words were frigid, secured with the need to stare towards the battler. "Annoyingly, I'm required somewhere else." Signalling a goodbye, he ripped the dimension's sky.

Vadras' Experience.

Contemplations mentally sauntered. I stood by myself in the emptiness. With a certain presence nearing me, unhurriedly.

Noclua glided towards me, with his wings scuffing on each-other. He hooted intelligently, his small beak pecking in annoyance.

Simply staring, I dispelling him. Currently he appeared unwary, which expressed no reason for worriedness. I span, noticing my Mana Currents, circulating my energy properly. Nodding at the mental image, I returned.

I stood up, extending my limbs, after remaining in a seated stance, my legs and arms were destined to ache unnecessarily.

Sighing, I scrutinized my surroundings cautiously. My detection abilities would be decreased when I entered my mental accommodation.

Now, I resided away from my groups and the Fallen-Kingdoms gates, I encountered something peculiar happening with Uawn and Denn.

Those two were simply staring at one another. There was soundlessness, a mere glare from Uawn and glance from Denn. 

No aura emanation. No words. Enquiringly, I silently observed, whether fortunate or misfortunate, they retreated. Denn still bowed respectfully.

I stared towards Uawn uncaringly, my expression intentionally apathetic, he simply smiled interestedly. "You're requesting something?" He asked in false curiousness.

Nodding, I remained standing, my orbs deeply watching him, he relented calmly, grinning excitedly. "Of course. I'm expecting something..."

I continued ambling across the surface, I used up a large volume, my mana was being restored at a desirable speed. Still, if someone decided to battle me, like elimination or a genuine competition of strength. I'd need to utilize my daggers.

While Kloaked's physical abilities were incredible, and Flamma's fire and mana control were astounding, problems would come.

I stopped, a wintry breeze ambling into me, I exhaled, reminding myself of the reason for withdrawing. I simply wanted to discern Noclua's response.

Reaching for a dagger, I whirled around. My dagger near a person's orb. I readied myself, and clicked my sights.

Their breathing was normal. Shallowly examining me. While I calmly retracted my weapon. Denn relaxed, smile bitterly laughing.

"Denn," I greeted blandly, securing my daggers into my repaired bag. "I was unaware you escaped Cisial and Uawn."

"Of course." He mechanically answered, strolling and basking in the composedness of the atmosphere. "I was ordered to watch."

Denn glanced towards me, and bowed his head. "I'm simply following my ruler's needs." He relentlessly nodded.

I sighed, watching him stand. My stare remained on him, and I mirthlessly asked. "Your message?"

"Lord Rogue was Scele's mentor." A portal formed behind him, and Denn dissipated away. "Goodbye." He emotionlessly noised.

I nodded in apathetic agreeance.

Continuing on with my advancements, I, like expected, collapsed onto the icy surface. The earth under me unkindly chilly.

Shaking my head, I decided to aid myself, slumber would merely regenerate my mana. I could help slightly more if my energy returned.

My sights became affiliated with unconsciousness, I breathed loosely, before sleep reclaimed my condition. Now, I was predicting to be awoken by the frigid winds. I noticed a figure, crouching patiently, I dispelled, and sped forward.

My mirthless, blue eyes assessed the outline. Like a natural response, the crouching figure smiled roughly, before my mental confines blurred.

I exhaled worriedly.

Exiting Vadras' Experience.

Before withdrawing, Scele raised the edge of his aura-made knife to his cheek, softly massaging his face's side. "Loard," He politely beckoned, his stature cruel. "Would you care to explain to me...Well, Kape's health?"

Disregarding his words, Kloaked exhaustedly span, nearing Cisial in annoyance. "Could you speed your askings, like I requested?"

Smiling delicately, Scele's weapon remained near Kloaked, he grinned barbarically. "War." He giggled sardonically. "Denn's demise's came." Lifting up his hand, an ethereal, inhuman symbol arose. Moving his head to the calculable expression on Cisial. Scele continued. "My plans are ruined, unfortunately."

Cisial nodded, recalling the conversation which occurred minutes ago. Denn was a replicable person, if he was dead. Uawn's emotions would become the main issue, he respected Denn's strength, an unnatural graciousness.

She smiled grimly, rubbing her peech-coloured hair intelligently. "Now." Cisial murmured, glancing towards Kape's child. "Maybe he can be helpful fighting Scele. Uawn's life is insignificantly unneeded."

"Really?" Kloaked mused, leaning against the agilely formed bark. "Mistress Cisial. Please, I'd like to survive, until I can kill Rogue."

Quizzically nodding, Cisial approached him, eyeing his relaxed shape. "Unwary," She assessed, gliding around him. "Exhaustion is written on your features."

"A pointless remark." Kloaked amusedly mumbled, yawning again. "Uawn's gonna be crying..."

"Oh?" Cisial interestedly smiled, scanning the Loard's expression. "You recognized his liking to the guard?"

Grinning sarcastically, Kloaked exhaled wearily. "You care if the guard dies?"

Cisial laughed humouredly, swaying her hand in retraction. "No. No. Uawn simply became respectful and Lord Kaud assigned him."

"In essence. Uawn's obsessed?"

Nodding with regale, Cisial responded promptly. "It's an accurate guess." She answered, genuinely unsure.

"No, he's more obsessed with the idea of being strong. His ambition is to become the most skilled and powerful around..."

Kloaked shrugged airily, massaging his neck restfully. "I'm doubtful. Strength is pointless, unless you can wield yourself efficiently."

He sauntered towards a pile of ripped stems, picking them up carefully, he scrutinized the plants with boringness. "We need to be away from all this." He explained unhelpfully.

Cisial mocked sardonically, portal opening hastily. "Certainly."

Sighing in annoyance, Kloaked darted threw the dimensional slice, he mused. "Scele. You escaped this... earth? While your magic is healing."

He ruthlessly grinned, weary silver eyes growling excitedly, enlivened. "You may of learned my surname. Still, I'm gonna learn your secrets."

A single idea, after all. Secrets regarding him were required to be learned.

Secrets regarding his companions. He'd remain clueless.

Unless they decided to amble into his.

Scele relaxed onto an eternal blur, corridors of auras racing across the earth. "Dimensional Magic's randomness..."

His arms roared with an unwelcoming energy, he glanced, feeling secure, the symbol he gained, forming a deal, with an indubitable monster. 

A creature, which couldn't be considered natural. His crimson marking glimmered with a relentless shine, and his Mana Currents' strength was increased drastically.

Shaking his head, Scele clicked into a mature, composed demeanour. His symbol beckoned a slash, before he glided towards the castle he owned.

He configured himself, extending his limbs comfortably. Scele returned his sights around his appendage. "Well, a single deal is acceptable."

Rubbing his Keppel-coloured eyes, Scele's hand clenched, his cheek leaning in speedily. "The Ungodly and Ranscendence Kingdoms are planning to stop this war? I suppose this change shall bring something unexpected."

"Superiority. I'd like to witness their superiority." Mirthfully, he laughed, echoes soaring in the skies playfully. "Now. Spiritual-Kingdom. Something shall happen."

He was aware of Feriosio's escape, he was quite unaffected by the realization. Still, Scele could easily locate him. Detections were of aid.

Grinning exuberantly, Scele's spheres snapped upwards, the same outline which reminded him of Geair's orders. He asked calmly. "Waicher. Order 6 is likely?"

"Of course..."

"Well. Spiritual-Mages, please, make this interesting."

"After all." He giggled, watching the outline promptly withdraw. "Kape's lineage remains."

"Okay. Kloaked Loard."

Flamma sighed, dropping onto a comfortless boulder. Exhaling again, he stood, his mana scorching his neck. He burned with energy, forcing a procedure to restore his magical energy.

His mind estimated a few hours of restoration, before he could aid the groups. He utilized another sector of aura, simply to come to a safer location.

Feriosio's mana amounts were searing, regenerating, he contemplated on a decision. Sleeping would speed his restoration, another factor was Fallen-Guards detecting his presence.

Massaging his neck, Flamma's exhaustion creeped around him. Sighing, his orbs latched.

Before sleeping, he canalized mana into his arms, slumber arrived.

A small smile surrounded his features. He crouched, blade growling with mana. While Quos' azure hair swayed impatiently.

He whistled energetically, still in place, he glanced towards Scuin and Rogue, both remained near, while keeping distance.

A single gesture Scuin's hand formulated, and Quos and Rogue shot towards the mages. Rogue's calculable expression and Quos' careless one being lost with the atmosphere of death.

"Rogue!" Quos beckoned, whirling astoundingly well, his sword slashing across numerous abdomens. "Your students are becoming associated?"

Nodding, Rogue balefully concentrated, sending a flood at the enemies. "I'm anticipating those predictions..."

Quos dropped his weapon briefly, grabbing 2 people's arms, and bringing them into the water. Securing his sword inside a container, he relaxed.

"Ruler Kaud's working on the Ranscendence Kingdom, huh?"

"I was sure you'd be aware," Rogue sarcastically answered, sipping a small lake from his bottle. "You'd be more responsible and learn the happenings in Kingdoms with indifference."

"This war's only been occurring for a few months. Well, the Ungodly Kingdom's with the Leader of Fire."

Laughing, Rogue settled near Quos, shooting a separate bottle towards him, and the latter easily catching the item.

"It's a rumour." Rogue supplied, staring at the mage with false worry. "Are you sick? Like me?"

Quos glanced at the noble, grinning in response. "I'm perfectly healthy."

"Where's Scuin?" The Unsael scoured the, now, emptied sector. "Oh, we can catch up later!"

He placed the bottle into a pouch, adding energy around himself hurriedly, before dissipating. Rogue following.

His mouth drizzled another liquid.

Quos appeared on a higher surface, he stared around. Smiling cheerfully. Currently they were resting, after eliminating enemies which wanted to enter the Spiritual-Kingdom's gates.

He gestured at Rogue, before blurring forward. Scanning his surroundings, he noticed and detected a decreasing presence.

Which came from him, his head snapped towards the damage, his arms were deeply grazed. He lowered near Rogue, who simply washed the ruined limb.

"I was healed after Asceticae and now this!" He whiningly shouted, staring skywards. "Seriously!"

A sigh.

A whisper.