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Many moons had passed in meditation in the moon grotto, and many more had passed since Ursula the Scythian brought together the Trigon Trifecta and sealed away the dark creature known as the Gogolothic Mass. Tracking him down to Caucasia and beneath the holy mountain of Mingi Taw, surrounded by loathsome rainbows and mysterious artifacts hidden in the dreams of the mountain people. She was certain that the beast had been sealed away for all eternity and her woeful errand was complete.  

And yet, here she was, still alive and well, even after she was sure that the force of expelling the Gogolithic Mass from her timeline would have torn her to pieces. Saved by strange, furry creatures and brought to safety in the woodsman's cabin before returning to Scythia. But not before discovering the so called moon grotto. Though she wasn't sure how, this place calmed her, made her feel like all was right. This little pocket dimensions was unknown to the Megatome, but after many a month of meditation she had come into possession of a mysterious weapon. 

It was a beautiful silver color, with an ivory core, below its pearl handle was a thread made of horsehair, ending in a small charm in the shape of a crescent moon. The blade itself was a standard sword shape, but at its end a crescent shaped secondary blade was out, almost like another moon attached to the blade, roughly in the shape of a key. 

But meditation in the moon grotto would have to wait, for now the masses had risen up in previously unseen numbers, stronger and more organized. Gone were their days as mindless animals, now they attacked in droves and with previously unseen tactics. Their attacks were wearing on everyone, with Cimmeria now able to fight back from the lightning fast raids with their explosive weapons. The Scythians would need to move south and target Babylon, now a land of plenty. 

But the problems of the waking world could be set aside. As a Scythian Warrior, and the bearer of the Woeful Errand, it was her duty to stop the masses. But how...even with the Luna Sarmatae, the Masses were overpowering her in sheer numbers. But as she was pondering the inevitable migration of the Scythians and the growing threat of the Masses, Ursula was caught off guard by a moogle, a creature she hadn't seen in quite a while. 

Taking a look at the letter, She nodded in agreement with the sender, taking a look up to see the brightly colored ship. She groaned a bit at the motley transport, its many colors so reminiscent of the vile arches of refracted colorful light that were burned into her nightmares full of dark monsters. None the less, it was not like there was any other way. Taking her place on the ship, The Scythian pressed the button to go off to Renovation.