[H3] Orpheuz [/h3]

The midnight tournament had been insightful glimse into this Rhea. As far as he could tell, it wasn't all to different from what he was used to. Chaos.

To all forms of chaos, order was often the solution. But he had failed in his mission to unite the schools under one banner, he had been too picky, too rushed and under the blinding influence of love. He still was bewitched by love, but at least he was seeing things more clearly now. Of what was at stake. 

This time things would be different, it had to be, or everything would be lost. Not just his dream would be ended, but everyones. He couldn't allow the threat to this world, to all worlds to win. 

While he certainly felt stronger than before, he wasn't foolish enough to think he could fight the currently unknown threat all by himself. Victory in war was won by an army, not solely by a ruler.

But while he wasn't a ruler, he had the ambition and vision to be one. Rulers tended to have control, and those which have control, have the power. Power necessary to shape the world in their image, to create a stronger and new Rhea which would stand the tests of time and push forwards to a grand future.

This had been his dream, one of the big ones.

But not the only one.

As the special event of the midnight tournament had reached it's conclusion, Orpheuz had relocated outdoors by the use of one of his powers. Allowing him to traverse through the space of the worlds to where he needed to be. While he still felt that he shouldn't, no one really should reduce the value of their gifts and use them as if they were a toy. The gifts were weapons, tools to be used by those which had them. To wield a realize their dreams.

As Orpheuz found himself standing on the roof of the tournament building, he could see a familiar gathering below. Vera. Andras. Michael.

While it seemed like he had missed some part of the conversation, he still picked up a little.

"This isn't the time to bicker between yourselves, after tonight's event you should all know just how important it is to have allies. I am not forcing you to be friends, but to respect each other enough to part with your name at the very least." He said in a clear tone of voice, with his eyes settling mostly at Vera, before he switched over to Michael.

"Greetings Michael, you may call me Orpheuz. We have not met before, not in this world, not in this form. The pinkhaired girl is Vera, a comerade in arms in what is to come. A great threat is brewing, with the intent to bring ruin upon all. While there is nothing stopping you from bickering and holding grudges, know that our chances of success are far higher together, rather than split apart. After all, it was the grudges between the schools and the people within them that allowed my Rhea to crumble. I, personally do not intend to see the same happen again." Orpheuz crossed his arms, then looked over at Andras in turn.

"To walk on the line between can be tough, but those who can do it are truly valuable. Even if the path ahead is riddled with thorns and vines, the beautiful red roses which spring from them will make it all worth it." The military clad young man said in a softer tone, almost as if he was enraptured by a vision of something, or perhaps of someone. 

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