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Taima's offering drew a narrowing of eyes from the hybrid, lips curling back in a sneer. Yet for the show of distate, he stepped closer and reached forth with a claw. Messor paused, however, studying Taima far more closely.

He sensed no animosity, no enmity, yet he knew that he bled anger and darkness like a vapor. His rage seemed less than nothing in the face of this demigod, and it aggravated and confused him all at once. He words he flung away, for he knew otherwise. All those he'd watched over the millennia, and either time had taken them, or they had simply left the guardian behind. He had made of himself a shield, and now that shield was discarded. He had chosen this, a new course.

And he took the Stone anyways. "Visions. So another artifact of seeing the ever changeable future."

Messor snorted, withdrawing his arm to study the stone more closely, turning it in long talons. It brought back memories of the last artifact he had held. And with the memories, came once anew the pain, dulled as it was. He shook his head, sighing. "And how, precisely, will this shiny pebble aid me?"