*Klak allows Praepositus to leave, and unites with his group*
Me: If it weren't for my respect for your code of honor, Nadle, I would definitely have hurt you! You didn't even help!
Nadle: "I will not always be here, Klak. You remain on the path of fighting your own battles. Now that I mention it, you need to be trained before my time comes..."
Me: Treveya and I both...look at her! She'll be destroyed by Malygos...
Nadle: "Perhaps she will need help from someone powerful..."
*Nadle attempts to communicate with mentally, but feels interference*
Nadle: "Something....is speaking to her...Something very powerful."
---
*F-Klak comes out, carrying a knocked out Norman in one arm, and a Keyblade in another*
FK: "You rang?"
*Raziel is hurt, meanwhile, inside of the room they had been in*
---
*A portal opens, and Praepositus is teleported to the clinic room of Uterio's ship*
*the bed is behind curtains, and Praepositus hears Uterio coughing. His singed armor, without an arm, is on the wall*
*Rahksha is sitting in a chair*
Rahksha: "If you hadn't gotten that damn mission, you could have helped us get the Keruvim....no use now...he escaped!"
---
*Shadow Storm nods, and smiles*
SS: "There will be no need for the poison. Aeturnus was simply a threat to our plans, and had to be tamed. I trust your government will be much more trustworthy. Anyways, we have skirmishes here and there in order to obtain something the Generalissimo needs in order to serve the Great Beings, but we are also planning a massive attack against a formidable enemy. I will return once the plans are finalized..."
*he steps into a wisp, and vanishes*
OOS: Shadow Storm has little to no idea of Uterio's hatred against the GB's.
---
*The holy fire stabs into Treveya, and blows off part of her armor*
*she screams in pain, and collapses*
Treveya: "No.....I have light....the darkness must be purged..."
*a voice appears in her mind*
???: "But why purge what you do not understand fully yet? You may have been immersed somewhat, good enough for certain uses, but never farther..."
T: "You're not....How are you still....?"
???: "My dear, do not question me, and allow me to help in this battle."
T: "Fine..."
*Treveya suddenly is suspended in midair, and screams in pain*
*Her color begins to pale, and her eyes begin to glow red*
*she falls to the ground, landing on both feet*
???: *through her* "Whelp...." *'she' walks off of the ring*
Me: What the-*charges at the being* Who are you?