In the darkest corner of the Wendigo Wail guild, Michael appears, having traveled through the shadows to return the place he calls home. He notices that the guild appears to be in shambles, as if it were hit by a fierce storm. "What idiots.." He comments about his fellow guildmates. As he walks around, he comes across a flier for the Grand Magic Games, looking at it with a sudden curiosity. "Hmm...it's been so long since I've been at the Games...this will be my chance to beat down the other guilds...and let them feel my hatred." He says, crushing the paper by forming his hand into a fist. He then simply tosses the crumpled paper to the ground. "They took them from me...and now they'll pay the price...hahaha..." He laughs evilly to himself, his eyes glowing red under his cowl as he plays with his magic, his right hand engulfed with shadow-like flames.
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((Assuming it's still early morning, Inigo will still be in his wolf form)) The sudden spike of Michael's monstrous power wakes Inigo, him flinching at feeling the energy. "[i]What is this...and why does it feel so..familiar?[/i]" He asks himself. Then, realizing that Cilia and Morgan are still sleeping right next him, he decides to stay where he is, not even daring to wake either of them.