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His forward hand recedes from his heart, the message of greeting conveyed. The fiery orange, revealed to be a gentle glow in the individual's eye sockets, takes a pro-active manner of visibility, to flicker with every word utter by the silver armored speaker "I come...not for the bestow of myself...but before the revelation...an inquiry..."

He lifts a hand, thrown back to the cosmos. An opening from the blackest of void tears in the shape of what looks to be a realm. A plane. A minuscule visual featuring twin pillar of gothic craft. Amidst the two, yet further from the constructs, a statue of a woman all too blurry by distant to proprely make features of beyond its feminity.

A single node pulls from the tear that immediately closes, rushing from its seemingly infinife distance to stop at the armored man's hand. A shining, yet minuscule star in no shape or manner some weapon or spell, looking more like a candid decoration lulled with one tenth of a star's luminescence.

His deep voice returns, flickering the light in his eyes "For her sake...an inquiry...do you stand as the yang to the yin...that is the lordress of demons...the one who's churchs are built for...the radiance to the dark of the yin...who sends devotees to meet the amalgam creatures in defiance?