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Firian
Firian took a deep breath as he tried out different environments in the Unreal.
This exercise of switching backgrounds normally calmed him, but the tension of knowing what he was about to do boiled inside him, insistent. His Tanyuin allies were almost all inside Brithnem, trapped in the cage with the beast while he was running north. Yet, against Master Belik, they would fight for him anyway.
Around him, a realistic depiction of the palace Main turned into the Torithian beach. Dust and salt mingled in his nose. Squinting up at the sky, he frowned. It was too bright here, with light bouncing off water and sand.
The beach melted away into a blank room with black walls, similar to the one he had created with Kiria once. This time he left out the large black throne. Let the outc
