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Myra sighed as she clasped Moonwing, raising it as the tip began to glow a deep green. Vines shot out of the magic circle, formed from the mana around them. They tied around Avrin's legs and arms and forced him to the floor on his stomach.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" Avrin glared at the priestess, which made her shake her head in disappointment. "This is for the safety of the sylph...as well as your own well-being, Avrin,” she said in a calming tone, as if her choice was the correct way.

The vines engulfed Avrin as he shouted curses and threats until they completely blocked his sight. Then the vines petrified into stone and began to emit a blue electric current. Myra appeared pleased at the quiet sound of the etilith shield’s low, divine humming and the crackle of static from the solid hard-as-rock vines.

Surven clapped quietly, complementing the priestess. "Ho ho! Well done priestess. This is the first time I have seen a Grand Master level nature petrifaction" Myra sighed and turned to leave. "Thank you Surven...I wasn’t sure if it would be enough, but it seemed to do the job well. When the time is right I will question him more." Surven nodded and the two left to complete other tasks that required their presence.

It seemed the etilith shield was powerful, as it had caught the presence of an angel that had been passing through. Avrin had felt the surge a few days prior and had been looking for the source of it ever since, eventually demanding to see the sylph leaders.

Myra was on her way to her workspace and the vine-like reeds retracted to form a sort of door. She noticed a divine feeling – a very strong one. She had heard reports of the angel and had been doing her best to avoid his presence.

"I welcome you my dear, divine being. It is an honour for one of your kind bestow us with a visit." Myra spoke as if nothing was out of place. The angel turned to face her, closing one of the sylph books. The sound was silent and not forced as he stood up, adorned in white robes. His wings were hidden in his current form. The being’s face was somewhat hidden as well, only the lower portion, from nose to chin was revealed. Myra was watching those lips when they began to move.

"Priestess Myra, I presume. I do not want to bother you for long, but I felt the radiance of deity-like energy from this forest. It was brief, but it was there. I am sure of it." Lucky for him, he had not been around when Avrin had entered his rage form.

Myra’s eyes suddenly twitched with nervousness. It seemed the etilith binding had been felt by sheer bad luck. An item of this magnitude would cause conflict and disdain and the angels would feel the ruined balance.

"I apologize. Syranna and I were sparring together and it seemed both our powers flowed out against each other."

The angel raised a brow and turned away to look at other books. "My dear priestess, if that is the case, why could I not find a trace of your battle?"

Myra smiled "This forest heals quickly. Especially the location we fought in. We had several of our mages protect it.

The angel nodded, though there was still suspicion in his eyes. Surely it wouldn’t denounce her words? "I see. And it doesn’t seem as if you’re injured. I suppose that is also the ‘work of your mages’?”

Myra managed a nod. "We sylph are well prepared, especially with spars of this magnitude.”

The angel was silent for awhile. He had heard Myra was intelligent enough to match demons or angels and he could not let his guard down. "I see. Well then, if it is ok with you, I am tired from my journey and I wish to stay in this forest for awhile." The two exchanged a glance. They knew that wasn’t the real reason he wanted to stay. He didn’t trust her.

A drop of sweat formed on Myra's cheek. It was a near checkmate. She could not deny this divine being without caution being thrown into the mix. She contemplated telling him about Avrin but the shield would be exposed – along with her lies.

"That’s fine. We shall treat you as if you are one of our own. There is a nice place at the edge of our village I’m sure you will enjoy." She wanted him as far away from the ruins as possible.

The angel nodded. "I thank you for your hospitality, dear priestess." Myra nodded and called for a guard who bowed respectfully towards the angel and led him to his temporary guest home.

Myra pressed her hands against a nearby table. Moonwing left her grip and floated by itself in the breezeless air. Myra sighed. "This isn’t good. Surely he’s going to look into this matter further. I need a plan to keep things steady. I can’t go to the ruins, though – he might follow me. Then again, Avrin may surprise me and use that magic of his again. Enigma level magic.” She shook her head, still unable to really believe it. “The most fearful thing after deity level magic," she muttered.

While Myra contemplated what to do, Syranna was checking upon her hunters in the training grounds. "No! That’s wrong! You’re not pulling on the bow string enough. Are your forearms weak? I’ll make you do push-ups until you can’t feel them anymore!" She was tormenting the trainees as always, but then she felt the presence of something divine and different than anything else in the forest. She turned to see the robed angel being escorted by the guard to the guest room.

"Tsk tsk. It seems we didn’t get off completely." She sighed and folded her arms as she gazed at her troops. Syranna put up a hard exterior, but her love for her people and the forest was second to none. All the more reason to be harsh in enforcing it. "I hope Myra knows what she’s doing. I’d hate to fight an angel."

When the angel was let into the hut-like home, furnished well enough for even for a noble, he went over to a desk and set down a cube shaped object with spheres on the edges. He slowly channelled some mana inside of it and it floated up, releasing a strange light. Then a voice emitted from it.

"What is the meaning of this call? Surely you wouldn’t resort to using the Comtector without having something important to say." The voice was stern and deep, even as it resonated through the magical device.

The angel kneeled down in respect even though the man could not see him. It was even more evidence to suggest of the being’s might. "My lord, I felt a strange disturbance in the Forest of the sylphs. It was almost like that of a deity. Though I felt it only for a short moment, I am sure it was here."

"Assumptions do not provide results Neriel. However, you have served under me for centuries and have yet to let me down. I believe what you say. Did you speak with the priestess?"

Neriel smoothed the front of his robes and responded. "That I have my lord. She claims it was the result of a duel between her and maiden Syranna. But I am unsure whether to believe her. I have never heard of Myra sparring with her counterpart."

The voice went quiet for a moment before speaking again. "Your claim is unshakeable. Myra herself is a pacifist. I can’t recall her ever wanting to spar – even as a show of good faith for her people. Especially in these times of peace. Very well, I’ll allow you to do as you please. I look forward to the results Neriel. That is all."

Neriel smiled and nodded to himself. "Thank you my lord Abbadon." The comtector went silent and landed back on the desk. "I will not fail you."

Avrin lay inside the petrified vine encasing, his consciousness slipped away as if he had been put in a temporary sleep. His body floated in a dark sky with no ground in sight, surrounded by the twinkling of billions of stars. He swung himself around, wanting to hit something.

"Damn, damn, damn her!!! Damn these elves, sylphs, fairies – whatever the hell they are!! Treating me like I’m sort of thing to study!" He stopped when he heard a quiet chuckle from behind him. When he looked, however, there was no one there. The voice continued and it was unmistakeable who it was.

"I must say, Avrin, so far you have been quite entertaining. If a little bit hypocritical. If I recall correctly, you did the same thing to that leophat." Avrin ground his teeth. God. He had been watching, after all.

Avrin sighed, crossed his legs, and sat down. It was embarrassing that he was still in nothing but his tracksuit trousers – no top on. "Can’t you throw me a bone here and free me?"

God responded almost as if he had been expecting the question. "No can do. I told you before I would only be watching. It’s more fun that way."

Avrin groaned. "That’s just like you. Even on earth you ditched people and let them suffer without raising a single finger to help." The room shook quietly as if God was annoyed, but it turned he was chuckling.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, the ones I failed to help have either been reincarnated to a lovely life or are enjoying heaven while there oppressors have the opposite fate. And as for throwing you a bone, I suppose it won’t affect the outcome, but you shouldn’t worry. You won’t be trapped for long."

Avrin smiled at the small piece of information he had obtained. "I’m guessing I can’t ask about my power either? Or how to better control it?"

God took his time answering. "There is no need. Surprisingly, you are making more of an advancement than I thought in my non-omnipotent state. It seems I was right in choosing you, but you did overdo it at a certain stage..."

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