[ For Auld Lang Syne ]

[tenias]

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In The Eyes of The Benevolent

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Things were somber, a crescendo that slowly dissipated into a calm
The day approached, and then it was gone before he knew it
Greaves waded through hefty sand before approaching the empty abode
Enough time has passed that bits of dust collected
A shrine to Athelios
A spider's web

What was this feeling?
Relief
Clarity
And then...
A subsequent anger.

The Death Magi, Lydia Dominic, had disappeared from Vdalion
Her equipment with her, but her home behind her
Voluntary
Involuntary
Who could know but the Death Magi herself?

The shrine still stood there... until it did not
A single cut through the air broke apart the altar
Pure cerulean hues grew violent
But it left as fast as it came

In a few hours' passing,

Salvation's small force turned to look at each other
Confusion among them, but it was clear that their business here was over
The group walked off into the distance

Mikhail's words were said underneath his breath,

"Lydia Dominic, you cannot stave off the consequences forever."

The Ursidae smiled
Salvation's forces moved towards Aphros

"Judgement comes for all in the eyes of the Benevolent."
 
 
[ TO BE CONTINUED ]

On old long syne my Jo,
On old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On old long syne.