The Magi had his work cut out for him, he was already in the process of attempting another invocation through the rukh. The Shahada, testimony to fate, was much more complicated than one would have thought. It took him a couple of years to complete the spell and he recently succeeded with two new heroes, but what he needed was more. If he was to stand against the contractor and his evil deeds, at the very least, he wanted to reach out to someone that was aligned to the path of following the will of Solomon. As to who Jiryu was searching for, the message was the same, a message of help. To awaken their true self, it took hope, faith, and value that gave them no fear of who they were. Above all, their self-confidence in the use of this power for the greater good.
"Shahada! My Testament!!! Great Fate, call out to the champions who would resist the will of the contractor and the darkness that threatens this world!"
As the letters made from the purity of white rukh and magoi itself formed into existence and spun around, it suddenly stopped as two letters turned into butterflies and flew out of the forest towards their destination.
From where Ramses was, the white butterfly merely descended from the sky and slowly floated towards his hands. If he showed no sort of fear or even had the instinct of what he saw in front of him, it brought about a kind of warmth to his heart that felt inviting. In a somewhat consensual way, the butterfly attached itself to Rameses's hand and created a light rope which only he could see. It was the rope of destiny, and it led to a distorted area of the cavern fostborough, covered with magic. However, he would immediately become aware that he would no longer be cold. Jiryu was standing there, and next to him was a monument of a type of bird.
"Ah, there you are. I can sense it, you're different, right? Ever since I found this monument, I've always wondered who it must represent. I'm glad he turned out to be such a nice person, your string of fate brought you back to where you truly belong. But perhaps I'm going too fast, I apologize! Can you tell me your name?"
Sometimes Jiryu gets a little ahead of himself.
"My name is Jiryu, and I called you here by the power of Shahada. I want to talk to you about that monument if you don't mind.”
If permitted, Jiryu would go on.
"Built only half a dozen years ago by a neighboring tribe, this column arrangement on the lake's island is here to celebrate the people working in protection services and all the great work they've provided throughout the years. Its position in this community is supposed to represent the collective spirit of the population and its objectives in life for itself and for that community. It was designed by an upcoming local artist who strikingly captured the cultural history of the region and used a minimalistic style to convey his vision in this piece of art. Each item has been manufactured and created with durable materials from local suppliers, ensuring that this monument will continue to provide local jobs whenever it requires maintenance. However, the marble texture was made by the rumor of the use of the ashes of a phoenix, with its remaining power being enclosed in stone. I think it was looking for a special person, you...."