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5 --> 25As the gods of the surface world began to quickly erect their own islands and continents in complete chaos, Sartr continued to brew within his fiery realm of Muspelheim. There Sartr laid, bathing within a boiling magma lake, not giving a care in the world as he brushed his meaty hands into his molten beard. While he could feel such massive changes to the world above - such as the water goddess Ashalla's supermassive tsunami, Orvus' catastrophic meteor impact of desolation, and even the erection of a giant continent by the blood god Kirron - the fire god had no interest in emerging from the comfort of his realm. In fact, as far as he cared, they could do whatever they want up there so as long as they don't harm his realm in any shape or form. As long as they didn't intrude, Sartr would pay them no mind.
Yet as time went by, the flame god began to grow tired of soaking up the heat. Emerging from the magma pool, he'd find himself walking aimlessly upon the volcanic plains, scouring his world for something to do. His feet penetrated the blackened ground with every step, displacing volcanic ash and sand in every direction. In fact, the heat and pressure from all his stomping was enough to create glass crystals from the misplaced sand. All of this walking made Sartr restless. He wanted to do something, but he just didn't know what.
Something seemed to be lacking in this world... but what?
Yet before he could attempt to figure out the answer to this puzzling question, he'd suddenly feel his flames spike up as if a chill ran down his blistering spine. The flames seemed to repel to the east, as if they were attempting to get away from something. Sartr couldn't see the threat that was nearby, pausing mid-stride to access the situation. There was nobody in here. So why was his body acting so abnormally? He'd dip his right foot into a lava stream, becoming one with his realm as he searched the realm for any sign of disturbance.
A few seconds would pass before he sensed whatever was causing this irritating abhorrence. His senses took him back to outside of Muspell - upon the outskirts of the ever growing volcano. There he could feel the presence of another god within the area - but not just any god.
The Water Goddess was inspecting his realm.
A jolt of dread shook through every flame in his body as he began to monitor Ashalla's presence from the safety of land. The incarnation of water seemed to be inspecting his volcano - even having the audacity in tasting the oozing lava from one of the flows. Her presence was uninvited and one that wasn't welcomed. It forced Sartr on edge. He began to wonder worryingly about why she was here. Was she here to destroy his realm? Was she here to quench his power and flame and destroy his realm? He was beginning to prepare for conflict against her, as his body forced him to stay in his realm.
But thankfully it seemed that Ashalla was only just visiting - perhaps being simply curious by the giant mountain of stone and lava that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Sartr sighed in relief as the water goddess' aura began to slowly diminish the farther she went away. His worse nightmare had came to pass. His foot emerged from the lava flow, having finally stepped back onto the safety of his own world. And suddenly, he knew just what he must do.
His flames must continue to spread throughout Galbar.
He had chanted this very saying before - within the presence of the Architect himself no doubt - but now he had a valid reason why. His flames were always destined to spread upon the world at large, and were constantly threatened to be extinguished by water. If Muspellheim were to suddenly fall overnight, then the main source of flame will be gone forever. Yet if fire could survive elsewhere, then his chances for survival were increased. But in order to ensure that his heat will continue to live on, Sartr had to create subjects that were specifically designed for this purpose.
He must create a harbinger of fire of his own mind and image.
Sartr grinned upon this revelation as he rushed over to a large lake of swirling magma. He stood upon a large cliff that overlooked the boiling substance, which formed a large maelstrom in the middle of the cauldron. The burly figure slowly rose his arms into the air as he bellowed only a single word.
"RIIIIIIIIISE!"
The lake would cease all movement for a mere second. Then it began to swirl around again, only much more rapidly. The lava began to bubble even more so, with lava geysers bursting from the lake in some places. The magma continued intensifying more and more until a gigantic flying monster suddenly emerged from the inferno of fire.
[-2 MP - Created Avatar - "The Phoenix"]
Sartr watched in glee as his first creation rose from the lake, as it uttered a booming screech to signify its birth. It's massive wings were encapsulated in extremely hard rock, whilst oozing lava within the cracks. Wherever it flew, bits of lava, fire, and ash fell to the ground, scorching the ground in which it flew. It truly was a magnificent specimen - and one that will provide as the perfect Avatar in which to wield. Sartr continued observing the beast's rampage through his realm before finally calling it over.
"COME."
The winged monstrosity immediately hailed his creator's message as it spun around and flew towards the flaming god. Upon reaching him, it folded its wings into a walking position as it landed just several meters before it. It's size dwarfed the god by triple, with it's mighty wingspan being even larger in order to support its massive weight. It tilted its head down towards Sartr while issuing a guttural groan of affection. Sartr was pleased to see that his newfound creation was so loyal to him.
"GOOD BOY." he applauded it while patting its pointy hook-like beak, "FROM HERE POINT OUT I SHALL CALL YOU "PHOENIX". YOU ARE TO BE MY EYES AND EARS FOR WHEN I REMAIN IN THIS REALM. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, YOU WILL SPREAD THE FLAMES TO WHEREVER I DEEM FIT! I AM NOT READY TO PUBLICLY EMERGE ONTO GALBAR IN MY CURRENT STATE, BUT MY TIME IS COMING."
He paused for a minute as his hand created a spiral of fire that revealed the current geography of the entire world of Galbar. Sartr would then point to a large mass of white located near the bottom right to the Phoenix.
"A NEW CONTINENT HAS BEEN FORMED IN THIS LOCATION." Sartr boldly continued, "I WANT YOU TO INSPECT THIS WORLD AND SEE AS TO WHAT THE OTHERS ARE DOING. WHILE THERE, YOU ARE ALSO TO FIND A NEW SUITABLE LOCATION TO ERECT ANOTHER VOLCANO TO SPREAD MY INFLUENCE. ONCE YOU GATHER ENOUGH INFORMATION, REPORT BACK TO ME AND WE WILL BEGIN TO PLACE OUR MARK IN THIS REALM! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
The Phoenix nodded understandingly.
"GOOD!" Sartr replied satisfactory, "NOW GET TO IT."
The terror bird cawed loudly as it took to the skies and headed to the gateway to Galbar. Once it emerged from the volcano, its presence caused the volcano to erupt once more. Shaking off the volatile substance, it would quickly observe over the new land that it would call home atop his obsidian perch. More lava and ash erupted from the crater as the Phoenix finally took off, heading south-east to the large continent as its Master ordered him.
Sartr's raging plan had only just begun.
