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Barnham was surprised to hear his new partner in crime refusing his support in Albion, not taking any of his soldiers to aid him in stopping the reincarnation ceremony. Then again, the champion of Ilos felt more comfortable with all of his men going against the king.
He was also taken aback by how ignorant a man like Vlad was when it came to the God Hand's mission. Was he not having the same dream every resident of Midland was having for the past few weeks?
An utter discord enveloped the world, each event was different to the individual, but converging on results: Corpses of friend and foe, light obscured by smoke and mobs of starving folks, cities devastaded by landslides, dying from beasts and plagues galore.
But at the peak of their suffering, a white falcon was seen, alighting the bloodstained land with promises of better days, externalizing the desire of salvation in their consciousness. With earth itself giving it's inhabitants a warning of it's own death, the nightmarish parts of those dreams were starting to become a reality.
Barnham's dream told the tale of his majesty, the weakling monarch dying at the hands of Griffith, the falcon of light. He knew of the prophecy and that Femto yearned to be rebirthed into a human so he could become the king of man, yet the disciple of darkness intended on rushing to the throne before his master.
Was he doing this journey to spite the archangel's orders, or was that also according to their plan? Dangling the idea of kingship over a dying kingdom, who had no chance to be reunited by a brute who only knew of strength... His aspirations of commanding being limited to the circle of his arena.
But uniting with Vlad gave him some food for thought. The spread of the plague was partially his doing, and though the cleansing made it run a lot less rampant than it would have without his interference, a large array of cobras, flies, rats and bats were concentrated next to the king's domain, his thoughts being as putrid as the diseases being spread.
