Wilhelm was back in Niflheim with Polaris already having prepared a seat for him.
"So you managed to get that ring huh?" Polaris asked. He hadn't been oblivious to Wilhelm's recent actions.
"Yeah." Wilhelm nodded.
"How close were you to defeat?"
"Very, would've lost if I had not planned to already sacrifice my hand."
"And even then you were quite close to losing." Polaris spoke with narrowed eyes.
"But I didn't, I won." Wilhelm refuted.
"But what about the next time? When you fight her or someone at her skill level again? Will you still be able to win after sacrificing your hand?"
"No."
There was a deep silence that shrouded both parties.
Polaris in the end heaved out a heavy sigh.
"Well at least you admit to it." With that Polaris snapped his hand.
From the floor of frost, a construct was erected.
It was an arena.
"This!" Wilhelm's eyes widened.
"Niflheim it seems is also a good recorder, every battle you have ever fought that has put you in a state of alarm is permanently engraved onto your brain and by siphoning that information from your brain. I can use it to forge frost bodies which you can use to train yourself.Note that this will get you nowhere with physical strength and will only help you gain better skill." Polaris revealed.
Wilhelm was silent as he gazed at the arena.
"So tell me Wilhelm, are you ready?" Polaris asked.
Wilhem turned his gaze towards Polaris and a slight grin appeared.
Seeing this Polaris also let out a smile.
"Alright."
Unknown to both of them at that time another observed from beyond Niflhelm in the deepest recesses of Wilhelm's mind.
If Wilhelm saw this being, he would instantly recognise them as the shapeless figure he had met when he was in the limbo state after being blown apart.
"Hmm."
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Somewhere in Paradise,
Karsus sat on his wooden chair, observing nothing as he picked his tea from the table whose texture constant twisted around.
Suddenly he paused as the space around him shook.
"Oh, Roseus can't you at least not disturb my tea drinking session?" He called out.
A snort rang out as cracks appeared on the crack.
Karsus's eyes suddenly narrowed.
But before he could take action, a rat appeared beside him.
"Karsus, The Phasma Mundus's members have been showing their reluctance to your plan for quite a while."
The rat spoke in a pitch that made it sound like a whistle, however the words even then were intelligible.
"That's old news, just tell those wisps that it's The Deity of Space, Abel's orders." Karsus replied and brought this cup near to his mouth to take a sip.
"That's the thing, they managed to convince Judge Gundrig of your waste of resources and obtained a date for your trial." The rat revealed.
Hearing this Karsus paused with the cup right in front of his mouth.
The pause lasted for a few moments before Karsus sat the cup down on the table.
"The Rex Grudus and The Lunario Mendes will undoubtedly side against me, The Bestia Regnum will stand neutral, Rathanor is amicable so he will put a good word amongst The Derium Nexus for me so let's take that as a vote for me." He muttered but then paused.
"That's two votes against you and one vote for you. Majority wins." The rat sighed.
"What about your Ancestor? I mean you are my comrade so won't he vote for me?" Karsus reasoned.
"I am just a single member in The Bestia Regnum, the others still have their own opinions." The rat countered.
A moment of silence ensued only to be broken by the sound of Karsus continuing to sip his tea.
Roseus looked at him blankly.
Karsus drank until the tea was no more and then looked at Roseus.
"Well then I'll have to convince those fools how right I am." Karsus stood up and began to walk off to the door he conjured.
But before he entered it completely, he stopped.
"When's the trial?" He queried.
"Two years from now."
"Alright." Karsus entered the door.
"Where are you going?" Roseus asked.
Karsus's voice echoed from the door.
"To postpone the date to three years!"
Hearing this, Roseus was confused.
Not because he was unsure if he would succeed in convincing the judge that Karsus was an expert in.
No.
He wondered just what would happen after three years that could cause them to overturn their vote.
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Somewhere in The Wildlands.
In one of it's corners was a realm of complete and absolute darkness.
"Vendrick's part is complete, the soul has been healed to a brilliant state of being and has already reached The Stage of True Animus, what should we do with him?" A voice spoke.
"We should test him!" A shrewd voice replied.
"No! I suggest waiting for him to reach The Stage of The Inner World!" Another voice objected.
"You think The Sovereign's Shadow is just going to give him an Inner World without any contribution? You idiot!"
The argument continued but the core remarks were always the same.
At last another voice spoke out.
"Send him to Paradise. We'll see if he is capable then.Equip him with an escape talisman for the return trip." The voice's tone was flat and such that nobody could object.
How could they?
The person who had just spoken out was one of The Three God-Slayers of The Sovereign.
"That is perfect!" All the others agreed immediately.
"Very well then, send the order out then." The voice ordered and vanished.
Mere seconds later, the entirety of The Wildlands shook with the command as it travelled to the far reaches of it's territory.
Ramael Gailsworth was to be sent to Paradise for an incursion.
The time?
Four Clicks.