[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/m4dsWXq.png[/img][color=d9869f][h2]Lucius Tiberius[/h2][/color][i][h3]New Roman Empire, Former Tohsaka Leyline[/h3][/i][@Kyuuzen][/center]
At Prydwyn's remarks, he shook his head, a dull scowl forming on his face. [color=d9869f]"One of those monsters has taken up a fool's errand, the land cries out for as much. It must be fresh. The wiser of its kind know subtlety, and in that, they are strong. However, something like this is beyond you. The rabble are not worth handing effort to, and the puppeteer is something that it is suicide for you to face."[/color]

Lucius did not seem to plan on explaining beyond what he had said just then, regardless of if Prydwyn inquired further or not. At any rate, his dissatisfaction with whatever had caused this was evident; if he didn't consider such a task below him, there was little to stop him from eradicating the one responsible.

A feral grin split his face at the mention of the fight. [color=d9869f]"A worthy opponent, yes. If this war lives up to the standards he had set, then the world's judgment was undoubtedly a correct one."[/color]

Even restraining his speed so as to not inadvertently murder the human on the spot, the run back to the conquered fallen leyline took relatively little time. To call it a warzone was an understatement; the destruction here was nothing short of obscene. He'd expect to see something of this nature from the true name release of Florent.

Ah, that just set his blood boiling anew.

A halfhearted toss deposited the magus onto the devastated ground where the Tohsakas had once resided, wracked by fire, rain, and lightning. 

[color=d9869f]"You are to stay here unless you will die as a result, or until I permit you to otherwise."[/color]

The words did not even bear the facsimile of a request, simply spoken as fact that the Saber found it natural to be obliged. Of course, for Prydwyn it was something else, a monstrous pressure bearing down on him to execute absolute obedience. Even if he were to push himself to the utmost limits, disobeying that ability which stepped into the bounds of Authority was impossible.

...regardless, with his Vassal at least removed from a foolish death, his immediate concern was dealt with. 

The land sang out. Magecraft from a Great God, cacophonies from an endless defeat. It was all so exhilarating. 

Yes, that was the nature of this war.

Not fighting humans, gods, or monsters, but fighting heroes. Fighting those who became immortal, who transcended the limit and found eternity. 

After all, if everybody is special, nobody is.

And so he departed for the east. 

To take. To rage. To conquer. For all the good in the world was his to hoard. For all the evil in the world was his to consume.

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[h2][color=aba000]Chiron [Lily][/color][/h2][i][h3]Pelion’s Pub, Edge of Shinto[/h3][/i][@Scallop][/center]
The newest addition to the bar would be met with an odd scene. 

For instance, a fat, balding man doing body shots off of a deformed penguin.

For instance, a man in the corner who had just landed the bullseye on a darts board twenty consecutive times. 

For instance, two men who seemed to be literally smoking, smoke pouring out of cracks in their skin like shattered pottery, pointing broken bottles at each other. 

For instance, an immaculately dressed bartender who seemed to just be having a good day. 

[color=aba000]"Eh?"[/color]

The balding man eventually turned his eyes to the new arrival, quirking an eyebrow up in a skeptical examination as he looked the man up and down. Without warning, a bottle of sake appeared in his hand, haphazardly tossed the other's way. 

[color=aba000]"Welcome to the pub, kid. I'm tha managa' round here, what ya got fa me?"[/color]