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Emperor Athemeus looks from the stands confused.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demands. "I promised an alliance with our Cosmic friends!"
"Plans change." Lok says with a playful and knowing smile. "I think we need to rough up the Tyr a little."
Rhys: I’ve grown much stronger since then. *A slight smirk creeps up to his face, only a little*
"You say you've been training like that's special. We've all been training. But your spark is snuffed. Come on, set a fire in your heart." A familiar wave of warmth flows over Rhys as Sennir prepares to set the area around him ablaze.