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[b][color=8dc73f]"You know you aren't that good at deflecting right? I swear your sister is a better liar."[/color] [/b]Dean finished his can of Turbo and began crushing it into a condensed aluminum ball. He got up from Golem's "Hand" which subsequently delved back into the earth leaving no trace it had been there. Moments later, the Primal spirit of earth resurfaced in its miniscule form and climbed back onto Dean's waiting shoulder to scrutinize the present mage. Though the Spirit seemed distracted somewhat by something above the two mages.

Even while out of the ground, all the earth around them was currently Dean and Golem's Territory. [b][color=8dc73f]"Cut the crap already. I'm the very last steward to potentially fly off the handle." [/color][/b]

He didn't get much time to argue further when suddenly a new voice spoke, like a mountain deciding to address you. 

[u][i][b][WHAT IS THAT?][/b][/i][/u]

Dean stood frozen. his eyes on the verge of popping out of their sockets from the shock. In All the years he had spent with the Spirit of Earth, This was the second time Golem felt the need to speak. Slowly, Dean raised his head upwards to see where the spirit was referring to. Only to see something . . . [Wrong] That had just been in the air over Shield Town. Call it what you want, Witch sight, Astral vision, the means to see magic and the astral sea are the same no matter the label. What it had Dean see an inhuman swirling mass of what looked like ink but with the characteristics of a soul. like it was alive. 
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[color=8dc73f]"That . . . um. That doesn't look right."[/color][/b] He swallowed and looked to see if his present company was seeing the same thing he was.