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With the Dreamweaver Ilunabar’s path in the creation was set, her mind now was at ease, no matter what happened to their world she would have a foothold in the dreamworld. Her siblings were not reliable, she saw so much beauty in them, but she could also observe a lot of megalomany and an excessive desire to shatter the equilibrium between the different gods.

The first action that made the project less disappoint was [b]Zephyrion[/b]’s contribution. She was the patron of paintings and statues and she knew exactly what he was talking about. You can draw a man about to get stabbed, however no matter how many years go by the man will never be stabbed. The cosmos couldn’t be like that.

She silently clapped in approval as he went by. He would probably never like Ilunabar’s work, his winds would mold paintings, corrode statues and tear down buildings, and that was good, there is no art without change. Actually, the ruin of nations is sometimes the better fuel for a new generation of beauty.

She saw as the last sister arrived, closing the gap behind her. [color=ec008c]“The dawn of our world is looming. I wonder how hectic the closing chapter of creation will be” 
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[b]Jvan [/b]came in crashing to answer the muse’s question. In the end their problems were similar, the lack of space among their scheming brothers made the goddesses of beauty resort for outlandish solutions. [color=ec008c]“My my”[/color] the goddess hesitated on commenting about her sister’s work, it was remarkably peculiar, yet she knew her siblings wouldn’t appreciate it for that.

However not even the patron of writers predicted the madness that followed. [b]Toun[/b] erupted in a mixture of rage and recklessness and, as if called by the turmoil, Logos finally took form, quickly showing his rotten core.

The muse covered her mouth with her hand, not only because of the disgust that Logo caused on her, but because she had to hide her outrage, [b]Logos [/b]‘s animosity was not was she needed right now.

[color=ec008c]“Making the Dreamweaver away from the Great Plan was such a fortunate decision”[/color] she thought [color=ec008c]“That presumptions beast would have wanted to stop me”[/color]

Ilunabar really wanted to be neutral to all things, but Logos was something beyond. He had taken a belligerent stance against almost half of the pantheon of gods.

[color=ec008c]“But not me, not yet”[/color] The muse accepted that right now she could do nothing, it was time to wait for more favorable days.

Until then, she could [i]dream[/i].

The goddess bitterly watched the clash going on, [b]Vestec [/b]was dangerously reactive, she thought he would care about balance, however he was trying to cause absurd corruption just to counter [b]Logos [/b]‘s madness. 

Then she noticed the barrier forming around [b]Slough[/b], the style immediately denounced the creator. [color=ec008c]“Oh [b]Jvan[/b]”[/color] Ilunabar didn’t hesitate this time, her colleague of domain had been hurt, cast away and even [b]Niciel [/b]had only tried to heal [b]Toun[/b], despite both sides being hurt. She flew in the direction of her sister and started to scout her weakened form, ready to at least try to block any further harm that could come to her.


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Ilunabar watches you guys fighting like kids
She feels relieved that Logos doesn't know about the Dreamweaver
Then she flies to Jvan's side, in case anyone else attack her
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