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This ritual so inngrained in memory is second nature to him by this point. Between the training he'd received from young and the weeks spent in careful preparation for this moment, he ensures it all goes LIKE CLOCKWORK.
" let silver && steel be the essence... "
Scattering light and outpour of mana, his voice reaching into the THRONE OF HEROES to summon his FATE. How he's always despised the very notion of it, such a bitter irony tastes like BLOOD on his tongue. His thoughts do not distract from his will, do not take away from his RESOLVE. He has to do this. At this point, if he doesn't, it becomes a matter of life or DEATH. A weak servant will be the end of him.
An Impossibility. He will continue living.
" Come forth from the ring of restraints, Protector of the Holy Balance! "