"Everything must end, to end is to find peace. "
Zeporon's Messnagener bird found Solus several miles away from the castle, he had been heading west on foot, following the main road. The bird delivered it's message to Solus and fluttered off.
"Mossley.." He said aloud, pondering. It would take him a few hours to get there by normal means... A few moments by jumping through shadows, but that ran the risk of detection. The conflict being time wasn't on his side. After a few moments of tossing the pros and cons at one another he begrudgingly he chose Speed over stealth. Solus moved over to the nearest cluster of trees and began whispering a simple chant. His body passed between this world and the next as he fell into the shadows.
This world between was strange, simply black and gray with the sky being an infinite Black mass. The only surface was once the shadows of other objects creating a bridge like pathway, Below it rushed the pure power and magnificence of Magic, much like a river, if one fell into that bliss one would lose their own existence to the raw splendor that was magic. This world was very strange and mostly unknown to humans anymore.
One didn't have a physical form so to speak in this realm, simply their mind resided in this ghostly realm.
Solus had become very use to the feeling that the rushing magic below cast his way, it was like trying to float while being weighed down by lead and iron, however, he moved freely at a blazing speed no longer bound by his physical body. It wasn't long until he had reached the village southwest of Prul.
Solus fell through this shadowy plane once again to emerge just east of the town in the within the wood line as to not been seen simply appearing from the shadows. His men had attacked the town recently... He needed blend in better...An able-bodied young man who hadn't defended his hometown would have stood out...He focused on his disguise again, adding a bit of blood spatter and grime to make himself look like he had been in the battle. Give himself a once over and being satisfied with his work he headed to the main road, the smell of charred wood and flesh caught his nose and he to the town to see his men's' handiwork, and was disappointed.
The town was largely fine... This had the goddess handy work written all over it. He frowned a bit 'Waste of troops, waste of weapons and armor...' He huffed and let his head lull back to gaze at the sky. Just more things to worry about. Keeping an army maintained would troublesome. Zeporon was no doubt watch Solus at this moment, Disguised or not Zeporn would recognize Solus as this was a typical disguise for him. He raised his arms as if to stretch, crossing his wrist. This was a signal saying " Return home, wait for orders."
Solus scanned the horizon and saw figures in the near distance, not too far off were either other survivors of the attack or the child he was looking for. There wasn't much he could do at the current moment, with orders to simply observe and hinder the girls powers it wasn't like he could waltz over, attack, and kidnap the small child. He started walking towards them.
Just a young man, lightly armed with a short sword, with a rather friendly presence about him.
As he neared he gave a friendly wave and smile. It would be nearly impossible to tell that this man walking up to them was one of their greatest enemies...or allies if things went according to plan.
(Out Of Cookies : Forgive me for the sloppy post, it was written sporadically at anywhere from 12 midnight to 9 am due to life being weird and tossing me things I had to address.)