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The man from behind Xane and Mellodia released the two at the kick while the other man, the one who'd guided them, rose his club into the mid-night air, threatening to smash it's wooden side down upon them. "I asked you a question!!" He spat. "Did you steal our ship?!"

"Roastakos," The man from behind spoke, causing the UO members to turn. His hair was short, his skin paler, and his face overgrown with a blonde beard - but the features were identical. The man was, to their eyes, Tormand exactly. "I do not think they stole our ship."

"Maybe," The man in green, apparently named Roastakos, began as he paced. "Maybe not. This place plays... tricks on your head." Roastakos cracked his gloved knuckles by clutching his clubs tighter, his eyes lingering on the dirt ground as he paced. "This planet... messes with your mind."

"Repetition," The Tormand look-alike whispered.

"Yeah well I didn't travel halfway across the universe to die on a rock, did I?!" Roastakos yelled, glaring at the Tormand lookalike wide-eyed. "Did I..." He whispered, his eyes dipping as doubt crossed his face. "Did I, Terman?"

The Tormand stepped forward, reaching out and placing a hand on Roastakos' shoulder. The man rose his green-eyes to meet Tormand's blue. "I think... you're feeling ill, Roastakos," The man whispered, suddenly chopping into the side of his head. Roastakos' eyes fell up into his skull at the hit and his body slumped forward into Tormand's arms.

Tormand glanced down at the unconscious man before turning to Xane and Mellodia. "You two," He began. "Come," With that the Tormand lookalike began to march off through the narrow canyons, holding Roastakos' body in his arms.

***

A barren cave stretched before Lun as he entered, the area devoid of life for many months. It had never been a long-term setup - a single rock serving as a work-bench for the few weeks Wu was meant to have stayed in the Kora System. Now cauldrons and texts lay covered in dust and webs, and markings for spells in the ground had faded.

Lun had been here before - after the saviours of the world abandoned the fight, after the Ultimate Organization and those who had attended the council dissolved apart into the universe. He'd found one of Wu's journal - and though it told of the thing's he'd done that year, the things that had passed - it never spoke of the things he'd planned. Never in detail. If Wu had a plan to save them, he had not written it there.

Lun's foot hit something as he walked - a loose stone. The Longbaon man moved the flat stone aside, revealing a stair-case into the rock of the cave...

***

Song sat on the ledge of a hill, the birch trees swaying over the horizon with the wind. After Lun had departed Tormand and her had set up a camp nearby the river, an elevated peace of the terrain - near where the castle was, where Wu's council had been. And, after exploring, Song had found the hill. She'd found hills before but never like this. From here... she felt like she could see all things. The forest she'd lived in for months stretched out beneath her.

"Peaceful night," Tormand commented with heavy footsteps. Song ignored the man and continued to stare out. "Or at least it would be," He added. He rose a finger to the sky, where against the backdrop of stars many small black forms descended - small as ants to Song's eyes.

"What is it?" She asked.

"The Ulfirian's are invading," Tormand whispered as the dots disappeared under the horizon. "They'll capture the cities first... then they'll come here, for you and Lun."

"They'll never find us," Song replied.

Tormand turned to the girl, the sounds of the wind and a night-owl filling his silence. "I found you."

Song sighed, her head lowering into folded arms.

"I have a ship, still," Tormand began. "You are Wu's granddaughter. You are important, even if I don't know why." Tormand leaned in. "Come with me. To the Kingdom of Sor. We cannot stay on this planet."

"...They'll kill us?" Song replied from her arms. "Them - well, everyone wants to kill Lun... but I mean the Ulfirian's."

"That is their intent," Tormand nodded.

Song glanced up. "Maybe I'll see him again in heaven."

"I'm not sure that exists," Tormand replied as he looked out over the forest.

"You don't think God created man?" Song asked. "That's what the book of the Matran says."

"I was created artificially, through wizardry, not through a birth..." Tormand whispered. "But I am just as human as you. It doesn't matter where I've come from, or what I am made of... I have given new life to the world. The cycle continues regardless of however differently I came to be... the cycle continues no matter the language, the banner... or the war." Tormand swallowed. "I don't know the answers... and if I don't, then how possibly could the men who wrote that book?"

***

Lun reached the bottom of the dark, stone stair-case - leading to a small room, hastily carved out with Phoenix power. Lun lit a torch that hung on the wall and revealed that the rock room before him housed one object - a wooden chest, sat against the wall. Carved in the floor before the chest Lun noticed something - Baon text reading a single pair of words:

The Answers.