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[duelacademynpcs]

::It is the evening at the Arcology that has become home to the Fae. And on the evening, the status quo will find itself altered, and the End of the World begins. Maybe. The World is always ending, isn't it?

But a certain pigeon-headed sage stands before the entrance of the Arcology, mulling over his own thoughts, feeling divided loyalties. Or rather loyalties to his masters, but appalled at the specifics of his masters' orders for what are required to open the door to The Holy Land of Katakamuna.

And yet, they are his orders...::

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[duelacademynpcs]

::And the fish into a youth whose gender is quite unknown.::

I feel like a brand new me~

But... why do we exist~?

[duelacademynpcs]

For one purpose you three I name from the sage's book.

Altair the Tornado! Deneb the Rainbow! Vega the All-Sight!

::Holds her hand out, naming the three, as if forging locks onto them.::

Leave this place at once before the Jailer of Lies finds us! Go! Find The Moonchild, whose hairs reside in your very essences! And strangle the very life out of her by any means!

[duelacademynpcs]

Understood your majesty!

::They salute the queen with a bow of three, and flash step, disappearing as a rumbling overhead begins to quake.::

[duelacademynpcs]

Now! Scatter, children of the land before Suns, before creation was forged ugly like iron! Her majesty and I shall take the brunt of the jailer's fury!

::The fae immediately scatter, as the ceiling begins to tear open...::

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