Balance of Souls: Relapse

Part 1
Silbern,,. Evening.

The hours had passed by slowly. Roshan spent his time multitasking, coordinating the contingents of that remained within Silbern and meeting the requests sent out by Anders from the perimeter they had now set up in the. When he wasn't doing that, he was forced to be Vitor's aide in instructing their guest in the Quincy arts. It was the price Roshan had to pay for making the old man break what he considered sacred traditions that should never have entered the hands of anyone not sharing their blood, but that in itself was the price they had to pay for Hikari Maebure's cooperation. The throne room was a mess, its floors covered in glowing blue sigils, silver-white liquid stains, and empty Gintō tubes, as well as the occassional parchment here and there. Though Vitor would be loathe to admit it, Hikari was an exceptionally quick study, which made the practical training, if not the ideological part.

"It is done, then", the old man affirmed whilst overlooking a complex sigil embedded into the floor, its shape was flooded with a perfect flow of in liquid form, a faint light rising from it in a rather soothing glow.

Vitor sighed heavily before ascending the small steps in front of 's absent throne, the only way to assure he would be taller than Hikari in the act that was to come.

"You have learned of the Quincy arts, its history, and its foundation, but to truly use it, you must be Quincy", the elderly man spoke with reverance for his teachings but obvious dislike for what he was now doing. "Kneel before me so that I might bestow upon you a piece of our king".