[PROJECT URALAI]

[Era]

As Aetius prepares their host for war, the synthetic Uralai sits on the hilly-terrain above. Past exchanges loop within; a foreign feeling. Doubt, nostalgia, or something else? What ifs and could have beens are pelting rain on his psyche.

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"If you die in a war somewhere, what will it be for? It will be for naught, Uralai--" -- Abellona


"Uralai. Of Aetius. What a strange sort you cut from your cloth. 
I will be watching." -- Aisenliche


"You move quickly in this world. Compelled to change it through fire and brimstone. 
Must all exaction of chaos come with a purpose?" -- Prophetess

'Another trial by fire... will this one be any different?'

"I could build a hundred synthetics, but in the end Uralai, it is your soul and actions that help you to become the perfect warrior.
So continue to be ambitious. Continue to play with fire, to be broken. AS long as you survive. You learn and adapt much faster than most humans ever will. That's what makes you better than them." -- Ilumitar

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Within the deepest recesses of the Tower, the mysterious sorcerer and their djinn build. A golden-haired construct is pieced together; the air galvanized with arcane magic. Last but not least is its synthetic core--its soul.

"And what will you name this project?!" Buer asks.

"Uralai."