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Yet while Sartr awaited a response from the Architect himself, he suddenly heard the equally fiery voice of Seihdhara call to him from nearby.

[color=darkorange][i][i]"That's my boyo! You tell that dumb old thing, Danglydong!"[/i][/i][/color]

He paused for a second before slowly turning towards the goddess with a face of confused disgruntlement. 

[color=f26522][b]"WHO ARE YOU CALLING DANGLYDONG?"[/b][/color] he rudely asked, having the joke float right above his head like an oblivious child.

Then Arae hopped into the conversation.

"[color=f6989d][i]Sartravius, please, that's no way to act. You shouldn't have flames engulf the world.[/i][/color]"

Sartr turned towards the family god and snarled as his temper began to already reach critical mass.

"[color=f26522][b]"I WILL DO AS I PLEASE!"[/b][/color] the flaming god roared repulsively, "[color=f26522][b]"YOU ARE NO MOTHERLY FIGURE OF MINE!"[/b][/color]

And before the fire god could do anything else, his answer would come in the form of another goddess. When he turned to face her however, he would be greeted to a sight that he found utterly repulsive - the liquid form of the Water Goddess herself, Ashalla.

[colour=lightseagreen][i]"Can't you see? We have been brought here to create! Look at that Sphere over there. I feel it is much greater than this place here. There we can exercise our might!"[/i][/colour]

Sartr could feel her echoing voice breeze by his face, however it wasn't a pleasant one to him. Even the tiniest molecules that touched his face stung as they extinguished tiny flames within his thick beard. It wasn't nearly harmful enough to cause any damage, but he could feel his body react negatively to it, only producing broader more intense flames as a natural response. Water. His one true nemesis. The faint traces that his mind can remember back in the eternal days within the void's womb, how much he despised liquid water. His flames would be douched every time they touched the liquid substance, turning only into hot vapor and steam. It nearly killed him on several occasions, although they were all accidental and random. The flaming god wishes to evaporate the positivity off her damp face, yet can't. And this made him even more aggrieved. 

But what she said about the spheres sporting a place where they can train and properly utilize their powers was more than appealing to him. He'll create a realm that will suit to his every needs. He began to think about the possibilities on what he'll make, sporting a fiery grin while he did so. That was until Arae interrupted him one last time.

"[color=f6989d][i][i]"See, follow Ashalla's example, and create something good for the world, rather than letting fire run free.[/i][/i][/color]"

Sartr said nothing more other than a rude scoff before turning towards the closest crystal to him. It was high time for him to leave and carve his own destiny with roaring passion.

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Sartr rudely responds to Seihdhara and Arae respectively.

Being that he's a being of fire, his hatred of Ashalla is sparked in this moment, although heeds to her explanation for this moment and proceeds to his crystal.

5 Might (Native)
20 Free Might (Age of Creation)
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