[attr="class","textie"]She explained how she didn't know him well enough to just start traveling with him, and he chuckled a little understanding that. Of course that was entirely true, and she was smart for not just traveling with a stranger. Especially considering said stranger was incredibly strong, and a bit strange to boot. He didn't seem very offended by it at all, and instead he just nodded at her as she continued to talk to him, mentioning how she had been planning to visit the capital of her own volition, and that perhaps they would meet up there. Thinking a little at there he was just about to tell her to look for him near the gate when she arrived, but she skipped off to perhaps prepare for her own journey. Tapping his cheek lightly he thought about trying to catch up to her, but she had already faded into the distance.

"Abraxas would never let me live this down if he were here..." he sighs a bit to himself, and runs his fingers through his hair, and began to walk through the familiar city streets heading out the main thoroughfare. He didn't need to linger here further, his objective had been completed albeit not in a manner that satisfied him, but he would find what he wanted to know. More information on the Daemon that had ruined the world, and his mother along the way. That was the hope regardless.

So he departed from his hometown of Kiten, and began on his journey to the Royal Capital. She had said in a week that she would meet him there, and if he used some of his magic he could probably make it there faster in all honesty. So he had plenty of time to gather more information before he made his way back to the Capital. Hopefully all the people he was looking for would be there, he didn't know what he would do if they weren't. It was already hard enough with just his Mother, and Alphonse missing, he just hoped that Zaven was okay, and in one piece. Or well in as much of one piece as he could possibly be due to the nature of the world right now.

He didn't know the extent of the Daemon's magic, but if it could "shatter" the world, and cause all of these strange things to happen, then he was going to have to be prepared for anything. Tapping his cheek as he walked out of the city, and on to the open road, he knew that his strength was diminished considerably, especially considering what it had been when he had Abraxas. It was just a fact that he was weaker now, and he was going to have to train harder to recuperate what he had lost, and perhaps not be a burden to anyone that he met. Since Zaven had made it to Captain of the Golden Dawn that only meant that his brother had become much stronger than he was when they last saw each other. Though Vulkan couldn't picture anyone else within that role at the moment, except for maybe Sylvester, but that wasn't meant to be. Not in this timeline.

An idea did pop into the Lava Mages mind, if time had been messed up, if the world had been broken with such powerful magic he wondered if there was a way for his brother to have come back. It was a brief thought, just small enough to be at the back of his mind, but he quickly squashed it. That was something he didn't want to think about, or to give himself hope of that might disappoint him. No he would have to deal with things as they currently were, wishful thinking would get him nowhere. Though the more he thought the more he began to worry about the implications of this supposed shattering. What if his mother had been killed during the event, or trapped somewhere else...Time magic was no joke, there was a reason it was so incredibly rare.

People either feared you for having it, tried to exploit you for it, or some less than savory others would simply just kill you for having it. This world for all the happiness that was present within it, it was not a happy place, and more often than not, the strong preyed upon the weak. It didn't matter how much time had passed, who became Wizard King, or who wanted to do more right than wrong. In the end the Strong ate the weak, and the weak were left to die. That was perhaps one of the reasons that he wanted to become so strong. If he could become strong enough then he could protect those that he cared about. His entire life he had grown up reading those stories of Knights fighting dragons, and coming out on top. That is what he wanted to be like deep down, and that was perhaps why his spells were the way they were. His grimoire saw his heart for what it was, and was making him into a Knight just like the stories he read.

"Oh well..." was all he said as he disappeared into the distance heading for his next destination.
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