"Do you doubt that we would, were the means afforded to us? Cheh." Ochazuke said, casting his view sharply to the door. "Who was it that decided they should be beyond mortal ken?"
Zaofan, still reeling from the expenditure of the Phoenix resurrection, nod along slowly, even though by this point the both of them had been sweating bullets from pulling Earth's Guardian from the furthest brink. They had seen firsthand the power of Destroyers. On Terra, on Darkle, and the remains here on Earth.
In the far Northlands in the remnants of the Kingdom of the Magi, the Ghost of Hakai reared its horrid jaws against the powers of the Void, and the source of the deep magic that now split, sundered below the ancient ice shelf. Waiting. Dreaming. It was there that he first saw Islay, and the subtle power brimming within her, the aloof watcher and chaperone of the Legacy of Ogatan, astray from the old celestial office she'd once held. She had been content to watch from a distance, and could afford to wait thousands of years.
They, however, could not. Yet at the retort about Sakin, Ochazuke smirked faintly.
"'Impossibility,' from a Saiyan. What a strange conceit. Tell me, Parsley, who decided that this was so?"
Moreover, those that determined that power should be the only currency to govern the universe had determined their limitation. As ever it was far simpler to tear down than rebuild.
"I suppose we shall see soon enough, won't we?"
"A year..." Zaofan sighed, brushing his fingers through his shaggy crown, and dragging them down his face. "We just got back..."
With that, he reached upward in a long stretch and a yawn. The emotional rollercoasters that kept happening around this place really took it out of him. What he needed right now was to settle in and...
"...if they touched the kitchen so
help me~!" He grimaced, but his eyes bolted open to the whites. "No sense working on an empty stomach! The fridge, the tea--!"
Reaching over, he gave Evangeline a soft hug, then reached a fist over to Ochazuke, who stuffed it into an open palm.
"Don't let me catch you slippin' now."
"A month's time, then," Ochazuke replied. "It seems others besides the First Ones have decided to cross over to our realm."
Holding aloft the Forger's hammer, for a moment he began to ponder what he the fallen Palatine knew of the plot that filled Auroc's mad thoughts.Whether borne of conspiracy, prophecy, or savagery, a great number of things spanning eternity were beginning to gather in to their universe. A Guardian, even one who reached beyond her station. could not have forseen the subtle symphony that rippled from touching Fate.
Is there a connection?
"So it is, but this time it'll be different. We'll take the fight to them, and take back our hope for ourselves."
When the Saiyans had left, Ochazuke moved back to the main plaza, shattered as it was, and stretched out his sensory awareness.
Kyokushin Keihatsu immediately resonated with the remainder of the energy cast from the Judge's weapon, the lingering essence of the shell held in Zaofan's capsule. Right now, his meditation field brought the extent of damage to his attention. The Room of Spirit and Time, evidently, was still functional, but there was another chamber that stood unused until very recently.
Searching for
Arthur's Soul, he sought the Hall of the Guardians.