The Horizon on which three suns set [FOT/NOM/Event/War]

Feeling a bit better after resting for a short bit gilles would stand up as all oof her loyal followers turned to look at her, including her son. She would not speak as she was still in too much pain in her old self inflicted throat wound, instead she would simply raise her sword and point at the source of the battle that had been going on the whole time between the heavy hitters. They would all recognize what this gesture was and would all stand up and start marching towards the battle. They had been focusing on watching this war play out so it only made sense for them to want to watch the main event of the night.

4 of her followers would pick gilles up between each of them serving as a pavilion of flesh. Off they were to head to their next stadium.

Notes: Gilles, her infant and 5000 cultists are heading to the battle between pharoahs to watch it unfold/

With the power of the new vessel, Lagi reached into his bag and took out a fan that he managed to obtain during his travels in Kina. It was a happier time, and it reminded him of the time when he managed to work with a highly motivated team with like-minded goals. It also reminded him of when he was portrayed by a person that he changed into a vampire, rather hypocritical of them when they also participated in the criminal atrocities.

The fan itself still had the kata symbol on it, but he didn't mind. To Lagi, it was nothing more than a reminder of what he had been through, as well as what he was willing to do to make it this far.

"This...... "

Touching the core with the fan, it would combine and Theia would have its new home.

"It'll take some time to master, but now I have two...."

Sealed Vessel

Spoiler:

The glorious sight of the battle before them had turned into a play for them all to view, away from the suns they would instead live in its bask as it all happened. However, as with real life is this battle, all that happens is under the suns' good grace. In that matter even as everyone found themselves enamored there was still more happening below the warring pharaohs. Even beyond the monstrous struggle between the sultan and dark vizier that tore the land around them. It was all for them to see and make more gains for their own glory.

For the burned lady her time to rejoin them all had finally come, as her soldiers carried her from the hideout in the woods Gilles would get to see her masterpiece at work. At the far edges of the battlefield where the Heliohaptians were being routed by Al-Shamshuran, the burned legion had dispersed amongst them killing those on both sides, and any unfortunate mercenary who got too close to the indiscriminate undead. Then there was the graveyard of those who had run out of energy, where ashen corpses laid with no more magic to push them forward. Even then amongst them, the great and terrible Loew had brought the horde to capture those who refused to die, possible prisoners or converts for them.

There below them, they would have the chance to see the ongoing fight while also enjoying the fruits of their own efforts, although at the moment she was still too far away to be able to engage with them. It was clear that whether it was now or later they would have some victories to share with the rest of their people, even if they weren't clear winners of a conventional sense they had created enough chaos for them to gain glory or riches through a show of force and looting.

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In her own camp where she found herself Diana might have thought that it was time for her to relax, however, the effort that she had shown amongst her own people and the side she appeared for gained her some small notice within that time. After a couple of her own soldiers had teamed up with those of the Sultan's army they had successfully pulled of a few maneuvers in the complexity of the battle, and one of them, in particular, had brought some fruitful efforts.

"Commander Corvus." An unfamiliar voice would ring out, it was a slave soldier from his obviously mismatched armor gained from looting over the war, his armor of Reiman heritage while the helmet and weaponry were clearly Heliohaptian. "I know you've just finished helping us, but a couple of your men working in tandem with my squad commander have captured a prisoner and your people are calling for you to join the questioning, they said it might interest you."

With all that was going on it couldn't be all that surprising that there were more antics with prisoners of war going on, and while she was their commander and deserved to be reported to her it might've seemed slightly out of ordinary for them to be requesting her at this moment. With this in mind, the soldier looked over to a tent just a few yards away, seemingly anxious to get back whatever the answer may be.

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For Jynx it all came together, as the ritual was completed he would feel as if the dark Rukh that gathered would form and briefly take shape into an endless and shapeless form made of millions of eyes amongst the shadow before it would quickly be sucked into the fan before it. A dark magic circle appeared along it as it was spread before it, the magic of the Dark Djinn that was gathered now sealed within for him to use,

It would hum and pulse, having happened in mere seconds after he had reached for it, in the sky a new vision appeared as when the ritual had finished and a majority of the involved magicians collapsed except for Masika. In the sky a streaking ray of gold was thrown towards the Pharaoh as he seemed ready to catch it, the Sultan fought against Gilbert bringing him to his death with each excessive blow as he thought he might be the one to fall. Now there was all for them to see as things got closer to their end, although their own stories had just started.

It was all coming to whatever end it may soon enough, and now the Overlord found himself in the same place where all this had begun. He was amongst a pile of bodies and surrounded by ruin that had only just begun, amongst a ritual with the power of a dark djinn at his fingertips, whispering and calling for him to use its power.

Theia's Passive:

The Herald of the Flames would grin from ear to ear at her accomplishments in this battle. Everything seemed chaotic due to her actions as if she had intended them but in fact that was just a surface appearance. In fact she did not due such things out of a desire for chaos but one solely for her lord. This was all to show the true might that is the god of the fire, the one that all of Sassan and now the SOFR worships.

This show of force by gilles was just a trial of grand design. She has come as the servant of the flames, culling the unworthy through her gods touch, his test of flames. Those that survived had proved themselves to be his chosen people and would soon be rounded up by her people, led by her child.

The High priestess would continue to watch as the events of this day continue to unfold. No longer a gladiator in the coliseum but the Czar that watches from his podium.

The majority of the battles amongst the larger theater of war were coming to a close while the individual acts that brought the drama to its forefront would determine the fatal outcomes of this war. The forces of Heliohapt found themselves scattered as their powerhouses were dashed one after another against the rocky grounds of the battlefield around them. With the remainder of them were pinned against the fortress which had begun to make violently loud sounds of cracking that echoed across the battlefield. A pressure of dread could be felt as massive amounts of dark and white rukh pooled into one area all at once. The birth of another dark djinn while hundreds were indiscriminately slaughtered by an undead horde of fire and ice. With the uncanny alliance of Tartarus and Al-Shamshura, the battle had been turned quickly with the independent forces of mercenaries, bandits, and everything in between taking advantage of the chaos to loot and gain glory in whatever way was important to them.

Even amongst the horrors and chaos, there were still moments of hope that compiled upon each other. soldier saving their brothers in arms escaping from murder. There had even been sellswords who had prioritized getting non-combatants out of the way such as medics and other support. While some of them cheered for their Sultan there were those who had hoped for the sultan whether they knew who the real one was or not. Even so, everything continued on waiting for it to come to its natural conclusion.

It played out all due to the many pieces working towards their own goals, with the results of the battle between the armies about as clear as could be. Heliohapt's morale was low, while everyone else seemed to be in great benefit. There was great awe and terror around the damned army, their herald, and pale lady as people were either terrorized, broken, drawn in, or forcibly captured. Along with that, they had made themselves known to all the sides along with the power they brought with them. They weren't the only ones to benefit from the chaos they caused as mercenaries were hired quickly on the field to escort, protect, or free their people although most of it was no avail there were some who would find great success.

In a massive vacuum surrounded on all sides, everything comes in rushing at once in such a way that its volume may not be contained until it all builds up. The pressure becomes too much in that moment and when it explodes who shall hold the middle could be anyone's guess.

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As Diana chose to follow the soldiers as they guided her through the camp they would soon enough reach a small tent with her clan's sigil on the banners outside. They would be holding the interrogation in one of their tents, a mix of guards from both sides on the outside to make sure that no one but those involved would be allowed inside. Once they saw her coming close they would lift up the flaps opening up to a medium-sized tent with torches inside, rugs, and a few people surrounding a man who was bound and gagged in a chair.

The prisoner that they had captured was a dark-skinned man with white hair and green eyes, on the other side of the tent, they had a snake caged up in a glass urn that appeared to be sealed with some sort of glass and very thin slits too small for the reptile to slip through. It was obvious that they were together and along with the light camouflaged clothing on him, it all hinted towards the fact that this man was a prisoner.

"This man was found sneaking around one of our tents, he blended in with the outskirts of the camp and when we got closer he cut off a member of the clan's arms." A young soldier from the Corvus clan said although he clearly had more to say as he pulled out a notebook and held it out for Diana to take. "He had this one him, although we can't really make out what it's supposed to mean."

If she were to take it and look inside there would be a few confusing pages, reading it none of it made sense as it was a series of words strung together in a way that seemed as though someone was just listing things. Although if you looked at it like a list it felt like it was random without them describing anything or even seeming like notes. It was the assassins though, it must've been in some sort of code that needed a cipher. As they looked at it the killer seemed to stare at his notebook, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to get it back for himself.

"They've hurt one of our own ma'am, we figured you should be allowed to handle this or at least tell us how to proceed." The same soldier said before stepping back with a slight bow, even though he was composed in his expression and words if one looked close they could see the veins on his forehead pulsing steadily.

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In the sky where the doppelgangers fought a clash of light and dark was coming to a cataclysmic end, one hidden from the world as his death had been faked while the other had been gaslit and turned into a tool for oppression and built up to be a hope he could never be. The true tragedy of the situation is that it wasn't supposed to reach this point as they had agreed upon reconciliation before the choice was ripped away from them by the one who tried to pull all the strings. The contractor who had seemingly already fled from the battlefield as his attempts at balance kept at it, an even clash of dark and light rukh bending and pushing against one another.

The Sultan who had come here to fight for his people was locked in combat with a beast that had been a major hand behind the oppression, melting away his layers of evil quite literally as even in the heat of this great moment he could not stop. With his weapon in hand, he rushed down Gilbert laying into him as much as he could each time rending a bone-shattering blow upon his flesh finally killing him faster than he could sustain his own life.

"You are but one of many chains I have broken in my life, and while there is many more left there is less and less every day I forge on forward." He cried out more for himself than anyone else, his arms pulling back each second so he could swing forward and drive another attack. "Your last breath shall be a sigh of relief for many you monster!"

As Sultan battered Gilbert into the bed of the river, surrounded by a puddle of sizzling acid the Pharaohs would continue their clash as they had assumed high levels of power one might not have ever expected of them. The true Ramses stood tall brandishing a stall of pure gold that stretched up into a staff of a snake with a sun disk sitting upon the head of a hawk like the reptile was its crown. The ornate staff was seemingly of great power as his magoi would slowly start to build up into it while he used his other hand to create another harpoon and toss it toward his doppelganger.

"I don't want to have to use this on you, I want to find a way to help you, please you've got to be in there." He called out to him as he calmed down his tears trying to resolve himself knowing that if he couldn't find a way to help him he'd have to kill him and every second that passed it felt as though he was running out of options. "We share appearance, maybe we share something deeper, so I must try to pull you free!"

He would once again kick off the air, the sand in the air briefly hardening as he kicked off it jumping further and further into the air. He was approaching him one more time with his staff in one hand and a harpoon of magoi in the other. He was ready for both situations as everything continued. Even if he couldn't handle what was going on there was still the Overlord of Tartarus in the background who was gaining ahold of another great power. There were still so many ways things could go but it was clear that all of it was piling up quickly and would come to a crash soon enough.

The High Priestess of the Flame would see that the battle is coming to it's conclusion so with that it was time for her to leave. She would convey this desire with a wave of her hand which would cause her human pavilion to run around and start to leave from the way the came.

AS she leaves Loew would continue to lead the rest of the army in collecting the unfortunate souls that survived the onslaught and were still living. THose who had escaped death and were only injured or those on the verge of death would find themselves being collected as if they were the spoils of war instead of the weapons or gold one often finds. They would be taken to be converted and possible kill their family in similar flames one day

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What is the proper way to make a move? When is the proper way to do a power move? The best way to take one's king or better yet to set up for such an event. Is to take key steps. What Ghost is about to do could backfire in a major way. Or it will put him on the map to cleanse this world of Black Rukh once and for all. But why would he do such a thing when the world needs balance? But what is the balance? What Ghost is watching right now is this freak of an army that came out of nowhere play the hero. Yet they were just on the opposite side. Now they stand to try and help those who need it. It truly was a what-if moment for him. But this very moment, just put an idea in his head. This army here could and can be controlled. Whoever has this power is a threat.
A threat to whoever it is unleashed upon.
But what if he controlled that very power itself? Not many would be able to stand up to him. Not even that Solomon Forsaken Witch King.

As he was walking around the battlefield for a short period. He finally would come upon the army core. As he looked around he would start to see a certain being. But was it human or magical in nature that was for sure or maybe even a dungeon beast? Either way, it goes Ghost was for sure this candle-looking thing was leading the pack. As he took notice it did not matter how powerful it might be but instead how useful it could be. As he pulled out his Faces of Fortune
Cards he would walk towards the being (Loew) as he would be singing. "He has the whole world in his hands... he has the whole world in his hands.... He has the whole world in his hands....You know I've been looking for someone like you. You know allies against the war on crime." As he began to shuffle his cards he would pull one out and it would be a Jack in the Box. As he saw this.
He would look back at the creature before him. "My name is Ghost may I have your name if you have one? You see partnerships need to know the name of each other. After all, that is what we can be if the cards are played right." He would say with a soft yet serious tone.

Notes
Ghost has Faces of Fortune in his hands
Ghost has made contact with Loew

The militia of the maimed would watch warily as the stranger approached them. The majority of the force was with the commander Loew and were on the urge to attack but Loew would wave them off with his scythe. Loew would look at the magician that describe itself as ghost or at least one would assume since loew did not have a face.

Ghost would talk to him asking his name and to be friends or partners or something like that. Loew head no noticeable facial features or vocal organs so he could not respond besides the crackling of fire. He would just shake his head then turn around and continue to leave the battlefield following his mother who was heading off ahead of him.

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Lagi was making sure that things were wrapping up by themselves. He didn't want to overexert himself or his reserves just in case he had to act. In addition to that, he was still more concerned with learning how to use the new dark metal vessel that he obtained. There were probably a lot of things that he managed to achieve in terms of power, and he didn't want to fall back on his progress for it. He didn't feel like he needed to help this time, this was a trial that the young man had to handle on his own. The worst-case scenario that Lagi thought was of using a scorched earth technique and using Doxrus's extreme magic to wipe out the rest of the enemy forces.

Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

Using the sphere of communication abilities, Lagi would call out to the Sultan with the use of the hyper voice.

"If that greenhorn can't finish things here, it's more likely that I will. But if I do, I'd want more than just a slice of the pie if I'm pulling all this weight."

But for now, Lagi simply watched for the end of the battle. Searching for peace was good and all, but he needed to be willing to kill as well.

Spoiler:

In the tent where Diana was there was a silent tension that was so taut that you could slice someone's neck with it, and as the assassin stared into her eyes he felt as though that wire was put against his throat. He wasn't inhuman, he did feel fear and was motivated more by self-interest than anything else. He had already failed and it was clear to him that if there was even a small chance that this respect was real he would have to take the chance.

"You wish to talk, do you?" He poised for a moment as his eyes scanned around the room one more time, only to be met by more unrestrained ones that were having trouble holding their anger. "Then please tell me, what shall be our topic of conversation?"

His cockiness wasn't unnoticed by the others in the room, and some of them had gripped their weapons but didn't do anything out of respect for their leader. Some of them would leave without saying anything, but the one who had brought her the message didn't leave the room just yet. No, the young Corvus clan man just stood there by her as he read her face, his own expression calmer than the others but still not quite as composed as hers. There was a sound in the distance, like thunder cracking and then rumbling that could be heard even from inside their tent.

"Do you want me to stay in here with you, or would you prefer this to be a private conversation?" He would ask as he stood behind her, he would not move until she gave her answer but would give her the time to answer her questions.

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The writing was on the wall for the rest of the war as the burning undead had brought their infernal destruction along the field, the forces of Tartarus and their alliance with the slave army had pinned the Heliohaptians against the walls and with their leaders falling one by one had begun to surrender slowly. The ones closest to the walls were the ones who were holding out as they stared up into the sky where their dark Pharaoh cried in ferocious, and mindless bloodlust. Even then as the young, true pharaoh flew towards him the magician's staff glowed with magoi as he covered it with a first harpoon.

As they fought there was a sudden and explosively loud crack of what might've sounded like lightning to anyone who wasn't looking at it, but in reality was the sound of the fortress atop the mountain. As suddenly a burst of electric energy and magic burst from a center level damaging the upper walls as the force sent pieces flying from the fortress in a deafening explosion it would surprise the forces who were still advancing on it. If it weren't for the trees around the base of it the entire thing would've landslide into the rest of the armies in the area

The sound of this caught the true pharaoh off guard for a moment as his head turned to look towards the fortress, however, this moment of lapse would cost him as a searing pain would soon fill his shoulder. The fingers of his dark counterpart stabbed into him with immense strength. The adrenaline would rush through his mind and a part of the young Ramses would snap, so long had he been imprisoned that his survival instinct had been honed he knew no flight instinct, only fight. As he let out a blood-curdling cry he whipped his arm as though there were no bones in it thrusting his charged staff through the dark-djinn's chest.

Soon enough the sounds of both of them would combine into a horrendous symphony of pain, they stared into the eyes of each other each driven into a different madness but both were born of desperation and pain. Was this always meant to be their fate, is this why the imposter had cursed the flow trying to fight against everything even in his ignorance? Is this the reason that the pharaoh survived this long, to kill someone who never wanted to be put on his throne? It didn't matter as they held their weapons in each other, driving them deeper their flight failing as they lost focus falling down from the sky. A star of white and black wrapped in a trail of birds as it crashed down into the earth.

The impact zone was in the middle of the river, creating a crater sending dust, water and everything in between into the air and creating a cloud that covered them, but a cry could be heard as the real Pharaoh pulled his spear out and stabbed it back in, over and over in his furious need to live, although he couldn't help but cry as he knew what was happening and he felt himself sinking into the Dark Djinn, as they stared into each other's eyes while they were impaled on each other.

"Well, I think he gathered the guts to do it, even if it might've broken him more." The Sultan had spoken out to Lagi, however, he would see that he was closer than he had thought and carried with him a prize. The skull of the vizier, Gilbert which he would throw over to the overlord. "I'm not quite sure if he's actually dead, kinda like a vegetable now, but we probably wouldn't have been able to pull this off without you, so keep it, use it for whatever you need, although I'm sure both of our borders are going to get bigger after this."

Even as the two rebel leaders spoke to each other the fate of Heliohapt was playing out in that pit, with the Rukh of the two were intermingling, in that moment they were making their peace. The war was coming to an end, and soon everyone would know the consequences of it all, The Fallout of Tartarus was upon them.

To say that the battlefield, no that the land itself had been scarred by everything that had happened in the battle, from the craters filled with pools of acid to piles of corpses and ashes it had all been devastating to the landscape. However, amongst the clouds of debris, there was one more event that would likely have a larger impact. As they had seen the Pharaohs crashing down they would know that the true pharaoh pierced him before they both fell down, but for those gifted with the sight they would notice something even more peculiar happening at the moment.

As the true Ramses held his doppelganger close there was a moment inside of him where they could speak for one last moment, a vision that flashed in his head. It seemed as though he was having one final fight, a personal, deeper conflict as the dark rukh flowed from him into the other. Two halves that were never truly meant to be, brought together as they hoped even if not in the way they originally wished.

It was silent but the true pharaoh would walk out of his pit, and meet up along with the Sultan. The two of them would lean on one another from their weakness as they both limped together towards their ally, Jynx. All of this whether directly or indirectly had been caused by him and even if they weren't aware of everything he had done they were grateful for the help they had secured. As they approached him they would both soon let out a deep sigh of relief. The Sultan would lean the Pharaoh against a rock as he released his equip and cracked his neck.

"I never thought my rebellion would end with me helping the Pharaoh." He would say with a hearty chuckle as he could feel the tiredness setting over him. "Though I suppose now we have to decide what's happening huh?"

"Well, I don't really know how to lead, I feel like I should learn, but we've seen what happens when those inexperienced have full power." Ramses said to himself as he looked at his hand, clenching it with a deep breath before looking at the other two leaders. "I'll probably try to figure out what to do with the remains of the nation, but they need to be rebuilt, but I'm not gonna waste my time on lands that aren't being used."

It was unspoken but the Pharaoh knew the lands of his people would shrink due to the war, whether it be from voluntary succession or the lands occupied by his allies, though he also knew that there was an opportunity to try and solidify some borders so he could protect his people and try to become the leader he was born to be.

"We should gather the remaining generals, we need to negotiate the end if we're to stop the chaos, from our enemies and the mercenaries." The Sultan would say as he stared off into the distance towards the field where Gilles had wreaked havoc. It was true, if this continued there were more places for chaos to thrive.

The three of them would be there together, with the sun setting below them on the horizon, the three of them new dawn on their lands. Only time would tell the lights they would shine, the one seeped in the light, the one below the darkness and the youngling who sits between them cast in both, towards a future, the horizon on which three suns set.