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Kazura face wavered in many faucets of the crystal by which Taima observed the events happening upon Terra. All around her other faces could be seen in the reflective surfaces of countless crystals - faces of those whom she had taken an interest in, faces of her champions, and even the face of Messor as he confronted Hatchet within the streets of Wing City.

It was with passive stoicism that she watched it all.

Lately she had come to find herself here for many hours a day, observing, and calculating... but would it be enough to sway coming events? Would her efforts change anything?

Would Messor give over to the carnal pleasures of the hunt, would Maria lose herself to the beast, would the Patronus fall beneath the trials ahead? Only time would tell. For now her attention was focused on this new arrival.

Kazura's presence on Terra had oft been a matter of some dispute among the pantheon, but in times past no consensus could ever be reached. His decision to lay low in recent times had allowed him to slide beneath their scrutiny, but a whisper of a warning had followed upon his heels this time.

While Taima observed Kazura laying waste to the city at his feet, the distant whisper of voices filled her head. Many had gathered to discuss Kazura's fate, and though Taima held no seat in the matter being discussed, she was permitted to observe for if they decided to act it would be she who brought their message to Kazura - whether by word, or by sword.

There was a restlessness at hand though, for these debates could carry on for days, if not weeks. Kazura was a herald of destruction who would only gain momentum the longer he went unchecked.

A brief crack split across the face of the crystal fracturing the image of Kazura. The order had not come down from the pantheon though, but rather from another.

"It will be as you instruct," Taima spoke with a tone of reverence.

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Overhead the storm churned violently as the force that was Kazura brought unrest and discord to the realms, but there was a new presence that swept across those crimson skies. A crack of thunder shook the air and arcs of lightning split through the crimson mantle before with a deafening clap a bolt struck the building at Kazura's back.

The stench of sulfur filled the air and a looming figure was left kneeling in the wake of the lightning bolt with her halberd embedded deep into the rocky ruins of the crumbled building upon which Kazura stood.

Rising to her feet she jerked the weapon free.

Though humanoid in form, her features were unmistakably draconic in nature, and her face was the visage of a dragon snout complete with a mouthful of vicious looking fangs and bony protrusions. In place of skin she had scales, crimson red.

When she and Kazura had last met, it had been as an aging mortal past her prime. Standing there now as a creature of divinity, no such ailments lingered upon her form. She had the look of a warrior, and of a champion. Every inch, ever fiber of sinew and muscle was toned and hardened for battle.

"I, Taima, herald of Ahuma, patron deity of the draconian people, do bear message to one Kazura." Her voice was rough and gravely, but it held the rumbling weight of the distant mountains within its reverberating tone. It was the voice of conviction.

"Depart this realm, or face retribution," she growled.

Her gauntlet encased hand tightened its grip about the haft of her weapon - not for a moment entertaining the thought that Kazura would simply comply and depart.