A week earlier, at the same time that Sol created the Cosmogonic Event while fighting against Rasha Silva.
"Posture, Umbra," Giza leaned over him with her arms folded and a pair of glasses retsed on the tip of her nose like a teacher to their student. "Maintain your posture, you may have the same constitution as he does and an even faster rate of growth with the methods you chose, but Zan'el is a monster beyond you both, he is always..." She paused . "He is always..." Giza sucked in a breath and looked in Sol's direction.
"What is it this time?" Umra peered an eye open but found an expression of fear etched actoss the Dark Emissary's face, something he had no recollection of ever seeing before. "Giza?"
"The Third General will not even halt Sol Vestic at this rate." Giza admitted gazing through dimensions to see what was happening after she felt a portion of her darkness get erased and replaced by a foreign void made of pure mana mimicking the void it had stolen.
