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He walked through the graveyard of the forgotten gods with his head high, pacing the grounds with an air of possession, assured that the lands were his by right. He had no plans to claim the plateau, he would be content to let his empire grow within the shrine and forest he had already heavily marked with his scent. The plateau smelled of victory and Tyranis reveled in it. He would be a king again, a true lord of lightning, and even in his fathers absence he could feel the weight of his ancestors and the demons that had been bound to them on the air.
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The lands in Boreas had been fascinating to look at so far, but there wasn't much here that caught her interest. Most of who she came across were boring, goofy two shoe types. Not at all like those back home. She inhaled sharply. Oh yeah...home. She would have to report to Malleus soon and report back to him real soon. Her time in Boreas was coming to an end, she had been gone too long and she figured she ought to return soon to at least let them know she wasn't dead at least. She wondered for a moment if anyone missed her, but soon dismissed the thought. Who would miss her? She wasn't Amon. She wasn't Pyralis. She wasn't really anyone really worth remembering. At least she thought so.
She trekked across the plateau undisturbed, though she could feel a nearby presence. Kas didn't have her bundle of herbs with her today, instead choosing to leave them in her temporary den. She mostly used it as a tool to play her little acting game, but Kas knew she could do just as well without it. She spotted someone nearby, but she didn't bother to stop for him. More than likely he was a mortal, and so far, they all bored her.
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