Yamato scanned the desolate battlefield with a grin on his face. "Fools, you sought power and death found you!" He let out a maniacal laugh. "I am all that remains, all there will be of this fools errand is your rotting corpses." He shook his head, kicking the decaying body of someone he may have known, "Ah, sweet relief, that ludicrous contract is over and I can go about doing as I please!"


Somewhere in the distance a man dressed as a pirate pointed at Yamato and shouted, "WOW! VILLIAN!"

Syra listened as Arubak and Ash discussed the Witch of the Waste and his stolen ring. Outside the world changed, mountains gave way to a canyon and small dirt roads as they approached a town she'd never seen or heard of. She felt a small smile creep across her face as the realization of no longer being anywhere near The Remnants slowly set in. She stretched her arms and stifled a yawn, relaxing only slightly but for the first time in years. "This is what safe feels like?" she pondered as the carriage stopped.

They filed out into the streets of Mariglen, she hoped someone would know the way when a stranger approached M'kama asking for donations. She felt her cheeks flush a little, barely in town for a second and they were being pestered for money. Her gaze rested on the extravagant carriage and she rolled her eyes, of course, someone would ask them for money, Arubak wasn't exactly hiding his wealth.


"Spare some change for the Most Horrible Father!?" The man pleaded. She watched to see what the group would do next, as she was in no position to personally help the man, father or not.

Syra ducked as Seru called out, her shots at the very least distracting the two who'd begun opening fire on her. "Thanks!" She called out, aiming her rifle at Monogamy, "Stand down!" She cried, squeezing the trigger, aiming for center mass.





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Present time

"You have completed your training, and stand here today to gain your title," Onyx spoke, not just to the young man in white robes but to the colorfully clad spectators who sat around them. Colors of all shades spaned the auditorium style seats as Onyx, the young man in white stood in the middle of the room occupied by a cerulean crystal that hung in the air.

"You have put in the time and effort to join our ranks," Onyx reach out his hand and took the crystal, offering it to the young man. He took it and the cerulean color faded away as the room went dark. The crystal began to glow.

"You must now decide, who you are," Onyx began, stepping away, his form replaced by a man in black robes. The room filled with warmth and a sense of calm. "Hold the crystal, and imagine yourself becoming part of something. Imagine your hopes and dreams being used to protect the innocent," The cloaked man walked around the white-robed youth, "You see, when many things come together they make something beautiful. The important part is to recognize that you can stand on your own, but when we stand together we are stronger." The cloaked man then took the crystal from the youth.

"A prism," he began, holding the crystal high, it takes light and refracts it into all the colors we see," light passed through and bathed the spectators in the colors they wore as if they'd been assigned their seating. "But when you invert it," he continued, and all at once the colors vanished from the room, leaving only one pure white beam of light that centered itself on the youth's robes, giving him the appearance of glowing.

"You recreate the white light that had been separated. We are the collected lights needed to create that light in the universe. A collection of souls from various circumstances brought together by fate, for a specific purpose, to drive out the darkness,"

he tossed the Crystal towards the youth, who reached out to catch it, but the Crystal simply floated before him. "Now the prism will choose." A shot of light flashed from the cloaked man's fingertip and was split by the prism. All the lights faded into nothing but one, a brilliant indigo light that enveloped the youth, dying his robes the same shade.

"Welcome, Indigo, to the Inverted Prism." The cloaked man threw back his hood and flashed a warm smile, his dirty blonde hair seemingly blowing in a gentle breeze.