Masaya felt bad for not bother Vaden. He was a in a deep deep sleep. A kind of almost meditation only demons and angelics have been known to go into. His eyes were fully restored along with that seductive grin along his face. While he was resting, dreams of what he must do soared through his head.

"Me and vaden.. or atleast I.. will train those to surive in the upcomming chaos." He walked over to his window and looked down along the land.

"Right now.. there is only 1 other power of good I can sense strong enough to atleast surive.. and thats vaden.." Masaya closed his eyes and clapped his hands to signal a servent to come in. He turned around and faced him, pericing into his servents eyes with a new fire.

"Post bulletins across every tavern across all of Gaea! I wish to let any soilder who believes in this new threat to meet me in 20 days at the tournoment board. Then we start training. Perhaps theres still hope for these races.." Masaya then laughed at himself and walked out of the room to go clean himself up for the day, after I long long 2 day nap.