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Temple of the Divine Light; Guild World Ryas
    Aen faced little in opposition as he walked casually into the main chambers of the Temple inhabited by the Forgotten, and what opposition he did encounter was dispatched with the greatest of ease. There was little time to waste in dealing with the assassins he came across; the Council was due to go into session in a matter of moments and time was of the essence.
    This was one of the more intricate parts of his plan; the one that held the most timing of any other part and left little room for error. The lead up to this had held true to form thus far; Iana had played her part beautifully by keeping a low profile and the J’Karin had done his disappearing act. Along with him convincing his government to skip this session of the Council, it gave the perfect alibi for the giant’s absence. But now it fell to his shoulders and the chaos that would ensue from his actions. It was the part that was the hardest to convince the Empress and her guardian of, but it was more than necessary to preserve the Empire for the long run. To fight one hiding in the shadows, you had to crawl in after them yourself.
    As he rounded the last corner and came into sight of the secretive chamber, another assassin sprang out at him; this time seemingly materializing from nowhere. But Aen wasn’t taken off guard, he simply altered the creature’s gravitational mass and halted its jump in mid-air before igniting its very cells and burning it in ashes. As the remnants fell to the ground, Aen counted to himself; six. His guide had told him there were seven life signs in this part of the temple; there was one more waiting to attack somewhere nearby.
    There was no escape as he had shut the doors to this sector and barred them with more gravity than the whole planet could muster against it. Alarms and communication had been cut off from the EMP he had set off as he arrived; shorting out any and all electronic devices within a five hundred kilometer range. The inhabitants of the temple were trapped inside with a monster they could not defeat, but Aen still stayed on guard despite it.
    He didn’t have to wait long to come across the last of the Guild assassins as he opened the doors to the inner sanctum of the Forgotten. Though it had looked like a dead end in the passage, Aen knew there was a door there and threw a gravity wave that blew the doors right off their hinges. As the rock and timber fell, his last opponent stood waiting for him at the center of the enormous room. He took a second to admire his surroundings; it was a multifaceted room of about five thousand square feet with ornamented weapons and ancient scrolls adorning the walls. He had found the home of his prey!
    “Your blasphemous journey ends here, heretic!” the lone occupant sneered at him. “You have entered that which you shall never leave.”
    Aen smiled beneath his helmet, his adversary had no clue what he was facing. He had procured an old and beat up suit of Ifierin armor and donned it so as not to be discovered. Anonymity was the key here, and thus far it had worked perfectly. Taking a moment to size up his opponent, Aen gave the illusion of respect for the assassin though he had none. The Forgotten was a firecracker and Aen was an atom bomb; the mismatch was apparent despite the assassin’s bravery.
    “Before you die,” the assassin continued, “I demand to know what it is that brought you on this journey. What is it you hoped to accomplish by invading our haven? Why have you declared war on the holy Forgotten?”
    Lifting his right hand, Aen used his power once more to levitate his opposition and render him no more of a threat than an insect. His heart began to surge in his chest; this one he would truly enjoy killing!
    “You and your fellow killers are nothing to me, it is your master I seek to flush from the darkness. What prize is catching the puppet when the puppeteer still remains behind the curtain?” Aen replied