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"Bright?" Joseph stops for a moment, brightening up a bit "Oh yea, the double meaning..." The avatars, devoid of guidance from their puppeteer all fall flat and inert "I totally forgot it could mean filled with intelligence as well. Oh well..."

He strings the avatars once more with the invisible threads he's been using so far "...not that it matter, considering he's beaten to the punch in two ways before one. Firstly..."

Tha avatar of the Azure Edge approaches the Bright, her Razor Edge planted firmly directly before the man's thighs, knitting him in place on his ruined throne, the culprit of this entanglement being his cape made out of golden silk.

"Now...in the more predicable plot-twist to occur...seriously, you've already figured this out, but he didn't...Sabrina, the uncontested chieftain of her tribe had her exile walk foward, to face the man who once faced him in shackles and muck. She spoke his name and title, demanding that he removes his bone helm in front of the man who rejected him. And he does..."

The avatar of the Lifeblood's helm promptly fades to non-existence, revealing a man with the aftermath of a scar across his left cheek, healed scar. Another strings across his left eye, the iris murky despite being fully functional.

"And then he gazed...gazed back into the astounished visage of the Bright, who almost didn't recognize him. 'Peasant?' he spoke, only to get grabbed by the cheeks by the amazon, who sent a warning glare to the defeated, to choose his words well".

Jospeh continues to alter the avatars to his words while he speaks "And then, he spoke, reiterating everything they said to their unsung saviors-to-wives. How they were beaten and humiliated by the higher rabble. Wounded. Starved. All because of their appearances, their slight changes in their physiology. All while overlooking the potential they could offer. A potential that the strange woman in the forests hadn't..."

"By then, it hit the Bright...this incursion wouldn't have been possible by the amazons alone, not without unbearable casualties. His eyes widen in a strak epiphany, seeing how none of the amazons marched in had died. None. He realized that he basically sent them all of the makeshift medics to their doorstep, gift-wrapped in the rough and that with a little polish, came back as gifted menders. Menders they could have used. But you already knew that. It only came to him as thaw horror..."