“We need to stop meeting like this…”“And miss out on the surprise when I perfectly counter every spell you throw at me? I think not.”Train. Teach. Die. Repeat.This was Orodan’s new set of mad loops.After recovering his memories and repairing his soul, he had dealt with the ancient machine, gathered everyone and then proceeded to reconvene in Anthus.Although with a few new additions as the Lieutenant-General of Anthus gave an order via communications amulet and the anti-spatiomancy wards for the city were given a brief opening.Space distorted, a rift was opened, and an entire elven delegation of armed soldiers stepped through and into the war room of Anthus. There were a dozen Republican soldiers too, but merely at the Master-level. The elves however, had eight Grandmasters, all of them here for the express purpose of guarding one elf.Eldarion.“Lieutenant-General Tegin Carrotfoot… we have received your letter and the most outrageous claims within it. Claims of a time loop and of future events which have yet to occur.”The tension in the room was palpable among the elven Grandmasters and the Republic’s mere Master-level guards who had been called here to remain on standby. The difference in combat power and quality between the two nations was clear. Perhaps if it had been Novarria such a confrontation would have been more even. But as it stood, the Republic’s Masters on guard could only stand against superior odds if things came to violence.Which, was entirely unnecessary as Orodan simply walked up and clinked Eldarion atop the head with Fenton’s orb.The elven Grandmasters behind the elf were mid-attack, about to chop, blast or hammer Orodan into the ground for daring to touch their leader when a powerful voice interrupted them.“Stop!”It was a command from their lord himself, and the rightful attacks launched in defense of Eldarion immediately halted. The elf’s eyes (...)