[center][h1][color=ed1c24]~ Chapter VII ~[/color][/h1]
[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7m0IUJS-LOY]Here Stands Jenso, The Golden Hero[/url][/sub][/center]

	Yzeira looked over the bruised and broken bodies of both Lark and Mikey, cataloging what remained from their residual Ki and fragile arcane networks. Gaians and humans, a peculiar sort. The wind howled as it tore through Feralda's cracked stadium. Shards of granite whipped up and about as Yzeira reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, leather bound black book. With his other hand, he pulled a pen from his exterior pocket, and began to scribble viciously across the paper.

	[color=ed1c24][i][u]"Gaians...Maximum potential...Considerable danger..."[/u][/i][/color]

	Jenso's body began to twitch back into life as Ki flowed through it once again. His wounds, injuries, and fatigue vanished as he awoke to a brutal scene, his body springing up in a rush of power. The tears in his shirt repaired themselves, and the blood stains faded.

	Yzeira turned his head to the side, glancing at Jenso with one of his eyes. Lark was laid out next to him, covered in blood, with one of his legs outright [i]gone.[/i] Mikey was out cold, further away, with no visible injuries. Yzeira himself, was untouched. The man clasped his book shut and turned towards Jenso. He put the cataloging diary back into his jacket and narrowed his eyes.