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When you have an eternity of time, there is little room for surprises. But for Ahzrael, things are about to shake his everlasting life. In a universe filled with a multitude of planes, realms, and worlds, resides a group of powerful...
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An ethereal white light traveled over a section of forest, focused on its destination. In this form, Ahzrael was a beacon in the shadows of the woods. Diving toward the ground, his light began to fade on impact, sweeping up his body until he stood tall, taking its place. A stimulating spark lingered in his core, a common aftereffect from this mode of travel.
Gleaming golden eyes surveyed the scene before him. A thickness of green moss surrounded him on all sides. Gentle sounds of minuscule organisms tweeted and chirped within the bush. The rich forest was murky and mysterious, yet beautiful and kind. It would've been bathed in total darkness if it weren't for the gibbous moon peeking behind white clouds.
Ahzrael was still in the humans' world, in a place far from civilization. High trees embellished the land while he focused his sights ahead.
"There you are," he exhaled. In the distance, a large structure sat, hidden behind a thick canopy of trees.
Ahzrael pressed forward, his steps soundless against the fallen branches and twigs. He sauntered with power and grace. The trees seemed to shift aside while he strolled as if the forest was aware of his vigor and welcomed him. Finally, he stepped through the last set of trees, greeted by a large, three-story house in the middle of a small clearing.
The grand house had many windows across all floors, and its brick appeared black in the night's sky. Two large chimneys protruded the roof on both ends with a trail of smoke only escaping one. A stone pathway turned to stairs, leading to huge double doors.
There were feline-inspired sculptures, carved out of green bushes, that stood tall on both sides of the lawn. Three marble benches, a small fountain, and a variety of flowers and plants decorated the entire front of the house. There was no fence or gate, as the Auguras rarely expected foreign visitors.
Ahzrael stood there, observing the dim-lit house when a faint energy crept around him. He felt the vague power of the Auguras gathered inside, paling in comparison to the Inusir's power.
There was a small troop inside, precisely six, although the house seemed large enough to fit twenty comfortably. Auguras were known for keeping together but never minded venturing on their own on occasion.
Upon his arrival, he cloaked himself, which is why not a single Augura hustled outside. He knew they would not be aware of their unexpected guest, which he preferred. He was only there to speak to one and did not need the company of the others.
Closing his eyes, he focused on the presence of the one he sought. Like a humming in his ears, he turned his head to the direction of the pull. The far east wing, third story. He hoped the Augura was decent, for he had no time for modesty.
