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Underneath his cloak Nefarian smirked as Emiya came to the inevitable and obvious conclusion; "Correct. I care not for the fate of the smith. For quite some time, my sole concern has been your fate." The Voidlord stood, head crooked. He had spent the better part of two years now in this swamp...

"You won't need to. The world is so broken...so torn apart...you're simply going to use your subjective will to bring about an objective truth. Simply by being there in the presence of Marduk's Tomb and willing for events to converge as I've described will have the desired outcome. Move quickly...

"A gigantic entity, a serpent with eight eyes..." Solomon repeated her words slowly, pondering their meaning. Though every conclusion he could draw from it was all the same: Abzu. He motioned Isabella down another set of alleys, ducking in and out to avoid another risky encounter with an Envoy...

"Envoys." He replied, his voice laden with grave concern. Something, somewhere, was watching the pair as they traversed through the Rift. "We should go," he motioned, as behind them the sound of trumpets echoed through the streets originating where the Void-borne archers. Once they had reached a...

Solomon glanced at Isabella, then back forward toward the archway and the caravan that had just passed through. "No, don't look at them." Solomon whispered under his breath, grabbing Isabella by the wrist to urge her forward as he hurried his step. But for the moment, while Isabella's eyes...

"A walk through history," Solomon proffered, hands stretched outward as they moved along the Stone Way. It was the only solace he could offer her as they walked together through time. Though what Isabella said next surprised even the Mage King. Her journey had shattered her somewhat. It brought...

"I think someone could make a case for a sort of 'dark age' after the collapse of the Bronze Empire. But keep in mind the Hangurian Freehold that came long after it. History is cyclical. You'll learn this with old age one day, I'm sure of it." Solomon motioned again, walking along a beaten dirt...

Arriving from Soren's Rest "Neither," Solomon finally answered after their silent journey. "Like I said, these rifts are only possible because what we define as 'real' is much less concrete than it was a year ago. But each Domain that has collapsed has brought us here: to the Port of Innovus."...

"Anutu... He paused for a moment, clutching at the ornate cloth over his stomach where Goetia was once sealed. "My past. Home it is then; what better place to start?" He offered a hollow smile to Henso, though beneath it was a small level of doubt. It would be the first time in nearly eight...

Solomon nodded in agreement. "So the beacon acts as both a summoning and a signal. The threat is not only these Igigi, but also the Divinities they represent. Does anything detail their weakness? Divine beings normally can only be interacted with on a Divine level. It's much like Six Paths...

Solomon's knowledge about the Divine was admittedly limited. What he had learned was a combination of stories and legends passed down over centuries, as well as knowledge he glimpsed from his time with Enkidu. But outside of that, and because of Enkidu's own limited information, Solomon knew...

Solomon was beleaguered and weakened. For the first time in centuries he was concerned and bothered, the expression written conspicuously on his face, his shining Tenseigan locked on Henso's back before he turned and then meeting his gaze as he did. Solomon already had his suspicions, especially...

Arriving from the Earthen Temple Solomon arrives back at the Port of Innovus, landing at the temple he met Henso at originally. He deactivated his flight, but kept his Tenseigan activated.

Solomon fiddled with the scroll in his hands for a moment after Henso handed it to him, pondering his words. It was a fleeting meeting, but it confirmed the Mage King's suspicions that Henso was indeed not a normal human that found himself in such a strange place at such a strange time. But...

Solomon furrowed his brow. Curious. "Likewise. I'm Romani. I'm not from nearby, but I've travelled a lot. Storms like these are certainly unique. But come again? Those things out there?" Perhaps Henso knew more about these pale violet eyes than even Solomon did. It would be a humbling moment, no...

The Mage King watched the old man nimbly move wood and stone to reinforce the makeshift shelter built out of the ancient temple. It was an impressive feat of human strength and willpower, soliciting a slight smile from Solomon as he stood there quietly and watched as the stranger approached him...

Were his eyes playing tricks on him? That didn't happen often, if at all. For eight centuries Solomon's sight was never obfuscated. He could see far and wide, but also distant and past. And yet here before him pale violet eyes beamed at him in the night storm. They only appeared for brief...

Arriving from the Kaizoku Sea Solomon's dingy docks in the Port of Innovus, stepping off to begin observing the area. He activated his Byakugan to better aid in uncovering whatever mystery was in the ruined Port. (Dōjutsu: Byakugan) Eye Technique: The All Seeing White Eye

Port of Innovus Port Innovus is an ancient eastern port that legend holds to have been built by the first humans thousands of years ago. Where once wild beasts gave way to the invading forces of a distant Village who fought hard to restore the Port to a sliver of it's former glory, all have...