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exclaimed. "Just… trapped under the capitol."
    "So says the man you called Talos, yes?" Wrach asked. "I thought you said you had been fighting him, can he really be trusted?"
    "Well-" Tanya started to speak.
    "Whether or not he's really there," Balen interjected, noticing the snarl forming on Wrach's lips, "You did well to come back and convince us that the treaties we had were useless. Since we're no longer obligated to be neighborly, let us acquire some vacation property."
    "A winter home would be nice." Wrach agreed, calming down. "The roads are nice, this side of the world."
    "We will strike while the broken country is warring for control." Balen concluded. "Maybe this time we will be the ones to rule over the Kingdoms of Ironsoul."
    "Shall we go then?" Tanya asked.
    "Oh yes." Bridget replied her hands tightening on her reigns. "Let's show them how real warriors fight."

Chapter Two
    If Endrance had anything, stuck in the position he was in, it was a surplus of time. He had no food, no water, no light, not even space. Just… time.
    The bastille had some kind of effect built into the design that maintained him. As long as he remained within the glass sphere, he never felt hungry or thirsty, nor did he have to deal with the consequences of eating or drinking. He also never got tired. Being unable to sleep was at first an interesting experience, but it quickly became mentally taxing. He spent many days in a row where he wouldn’t see the suns, but during those times he would be able to get a general feeling of time passing based on his sleep cycle.
    Now, he had nothing to do but sit at the bottom of the sphere and stare mindlessly into the dim orange lighting of the area outside the glass. Part of him recognized he would quickly go mad if he remained this way; it would simply be a matter of time.
    The Crystalphage spires pointing towards him hummed nearly inaudibly. He had spent uncountable hours, and even days, attempting to escape. Any attempt to summon up power was thwarted. The sole purpose of the spires was to wick away any energy he tried to manipulate. Fearing them draining everything, he stopped before he ran out of power. Over time, he realized that the spires also drained any power he stored in his body; meaning what reserves he had left in his aura were all he would have.
    He closed his eyes and tried to sleep again. Somehow he could not. His body felt, for all intents and purposes, freshly rested. He couldn’t make himself go to sleep, even when he employed self hypnosis or any other trick he had learned to swiftly lose consciousness.
    However, he did think he had another option. Keeping his eyes closed, he sat up and got as comfortable as he could within the glass sphere. Once he was certain his posture was correct, he started performing the mental exercises that would let him relax his mind.
    When he opened his eyes, he was standing on the surface of a thin layer of water filling a silver pool in the center of a grand library. The library was larger than it had been years ago, when he had started relying on it more heavily; and his increased usage of the mental construct had only made it more magnificent.
    The area around the reflecting pool was clean and open, with alabaster stone floors that were polished to mirror sheen. The ground floor was expansive, shaped like circles with four sections extended out like a cross. The second floor followed the same pattern, but the third and fourth floors were only the circular part, giving the ceiling an arched dome that made the building massively spacious. The different wings were separated by double doors made of beautiful redwood and inlaid with fine silver lines depicting leafy vines along the edges of the doors and composing the door latches.
    The walls were hung with tapestries portraying scenes from Endrance’s memories. Along one wall was the first battle with the Hydra, which seamlessly transitioned to a second one showing the final battle with the beast.