Along the lines of this innate act of terrorism, shallow consideration for each concern and party validates how strong of opposition there is towards Lady Yphemu Saturni, the proven rightful successor to the current Prime Magician. Historically, the Prime Magician has always been trusted or appointed lawfully by the ordinance of nature, meaning existing as a human with the strongest form of Light magic.Knowing this, if they so much as attempt to harm an overpowered being such as a Prime Magician; who in their right minds would send footmen? At the very least a magician clever enough to win against her by sheer knowledge despite being lower in power.This question will be forever after this incident, not because of how absurd it is, but the fact that there is a larger rift between the factions in the course even during the previous Prime Magician. Doubtfully so, this meant that the fear of another war could spark, and that’s not something any of them wanted.

After much deliberation and secrecy about their actions, the roster of candidates has all been listed in place of opposing or supporting the suggested selection, Itheca Pulchell, and Cala Romiss. The names in the list are all known nobles from a few of the eighteen noble houses as sub-families.Their claim of competence is well known, even the heads of Docas and Pulchell agree that they are good candidates, worthy of opposition. Yet, even by the silent majority who never presented a hand of candidate or candidacy, Itheca and Cala stood on even ground of vote from the council.How much of this was paid or financially backed, no one will know, only those who wish to keep their tongues to themselves and eyes clear as they saw the council leader tap the shard of his Kaderno. The voting lasted ten minutes to the second, with less than five minutes of second-guessing and presentation reading on the list.None of them took more than a second to know which of the candid

░░░░░Single drops of rain from drifting round clouds poured without warning or wary over the cultured gardens of the Saturni manor, lit by shard lamps in the middle of midmorning, looking like the perfect scenario of darkest before dawn with additional blurred vision from the collected fog of the cold drizzle. The days passing since Yphemu adopted Mitt were like a fever dream rushing into a sudden river of ice, breaking the heat from her exhausted soul only to find herself dazed, in a confused reverie, on certain days.These are one of those days when Yphemu could not take in the pressure of the outskirts. Killing all the monsters without remorse. Making sure to spend her days in the presence of Mitt her adopted son to keep him from being lonely, and choosing, in the end, to bask in pain heart, body, and mind.Ending with her running away from her people and walking under the light rain that starts to pour and the clouds above becoming larger by the minute. Not

She had recovered, fully, from her sudden physical depletion after using so much of her magic. To the point, she needed to use several Fire-brim shards to serve as output crystals of her magic that she could not control coming out from her body. The ordeal had Sacr and Epiro remembering the horror of her magic, to the point they could only stand in awe at the strength that the Prime Magician holds.Her stance may seem like she is equal to a god, but nothing could prepare her for the fear of leaving a life all on its own, that’s why her reputation returning after protecting the end-of-year election a decade prior held her ground of power. This brought a certain relief within Yphemu and the people allied to her, specifically, people of the Sagan and the Saturni family, who continues to flourish their lives with certainty. At least for another time when an unprecedented event, forces her to reroute her life and those who believe in her.“There’s an agend