On his way out, Mikhail couldn't help but feel like this as something that needed all of them. He tried to stall, but the more he stalled, the harsher his body heat was to him. He couldn't do this alone.
He considered sharing the heat with Hera, but that wouldn't be fair on her. They had all had their fair share of a bad day and he wasn't going to add onto the miseries of Alexei. So, he turned into the phoenix he was and flew over to the south of the border careful not to spook anyone.
He wanted to know if it really was true that the ascendant was calling onto him. When he flew above the southern residences, he felt the heat grow, he felt the magic, black magic. The kind that could ruin homes.
He saw what he hadn't expected.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!