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In Libya…the desert sun seemed to shine especially bright, that day. Hot…scorching rays, beat down on the collection of citizens, mercenaries, and what remained of its military forces. It was an unstable region…the government struggling to cling to some measure of control as conflict and crime ran rampant in the streets.
An easy target.
Across Tripoli, the nation's capital…another sun appeared in the sky above, radiating warmth and flame. And unlike a normal sun…
It was getting closer…descending like a meteor atop the populace of the capital region. The heat…was scorching…enough that many were forced to turn away as the painful, hot breeze brushed against their face and cheeks.
And then all at once…the flame halted. It hovered there for a moment…
Before a face began to form upon its surface. Menacing, sharp eyes fitted with a thin slit to approximate a mouth.
“….Let the warmth of the father...wash over the people of Libya...” The voice of living flame echoed across the population, the noise akin to the crackling of an open fire.
"Consider this...A warning. If it was up to me, this place would be nothing but ash on the sands...be father saw fit to be merciful. Do not take his magnanimity for granted..." The flame crackled. It lingered there for a long moment...close enough to singe the roofs of many of the buildings...before slowly hovering upward...disappearing into the sky.
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Alfonso telepathically watched his new child's performance from the border, lounging in his chair. Arthurs's soul was...powerful to say the least, and even a fraction of the energy he took was enough to bring to life a massive ball of fire, capable of scorching even the sturdiest of structures to ash.
"...Helios. My shining sun...bringer of flame and drought...well done..." He said to himself, he causally stretched stood from his folded chair...and simply walked into the country, placing his first Signifer on the upper corner of the country.
An easy target.
Across Tripoli, the nation's capital…another sun appeared in the sky above, radiating warmth and flame. And unlike a normal sun…
It was getting closer…descending like a meteor atop the populace of the capital region. The heat…was scorching…enough that many were forced to turn away as the painful, hot breeze brushed against their face and cheeks.
And then all at once…the flame halted. It hovered there for a moment…
Before a face began to form upon its surface. Menacing, sharp eyes fitted with a thin slit to approximate a mouth.
“….Let the warmth of the father...wash over the people of Libya...” The voice of living flame echoed across the population, the noise akin to the crackling of an open fire.
"Consider this...A warning. If it was up to me, this place would be nothing but ash on the sands...be father saw fit to be merciful. Do not take his magnanimity for granted..." The flame crackled. It lingered there for a long moment...close enough to singe the roofs of many of the buildings...before slowly hovering upward...disappearing into the sky.
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Alfonso telepathically watched his new child's performance from the border, lounging in his chair. Arthurs's soul was...powerful to say the least, and even a fraction of the energy he took was enough to bring to life a massive ball of fire, capable of scorching even the sturdiest of structures to ash.
"...Helios. My shining sun...bringer of flame and drought...well done..." He said to himself, he causally stretched stood from his folded chair...and simply walked into the country, placing his first Signifer on the upper corner of the country.