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Valorverse: Dulzak Arc

As the party wound down, Nick took Simone upstairs. They were both ready for action. Finding a room with a clean bed, Simone shoved Nick down into a sitting position. She then straddled his lap and they made out passionately. Nick shrugged out of his leather jacket and raised his arms so that she could remove his shirt. Simone clearly loved his defined abs and muscular chest.

As her hands moved around his broad shoulders, though, she felt another tattoo. Looking curiously, her face drained of color. Across Nick's shoulders, in big letters of green and yellow, was the word 'Mutantz'. Being French American, she knew about The Mutantz and other mutant gangs. Bolting to the other side of the room, she looked terrified of him.

"You're a mutie?!"

That racial slur said all Nick needed to know. He just looked at her with utter contempt. Simone ran out, slurring him in French. Nick shrugged in dismissal.

"Your loss, bitch."

Having been hated for being a mutant since he was born, Nick had learned to give the hate no power over him.

Nick got dressed and climbed on his bike outside. After starting her up, he set off. Traveling down the road, he had no particular destination. He had lost his buzz. He just continued to ride. Taking some lessons from the last bitch, he would be more careful with the next.
 
While Eric was sleeping peacefully after great sex with Valentina, Nick continued to ride. He had reached a desert highway and the bleak surroundings mimicked his mood. He didn't know where he was going. He was traveling down a lonely highway to nowhere. The bad mood would pass but he had to wonder if the wanderer life was truly for him after all. The Mutantz and the Shadow Force hadn't worked out either, so he had to wonder just what kind of purpose there was for him out there.

While he was riding, a fireball hit his motorcycle below the handlebars and caused it to spin multiple times. Nick was thrown from the bike and rolled in the desert sand to try and minimize injury. The motorcycle had crashed into the sand. Thankfully, the Harley was not on fire. Multiple small fireballs came his way. Nick shot them with white energy blast bolts to neutralize them.

A flame demon with leathery red wings and skin descended slowly to the road. He was humanoid but had bestial claws like lions. His face was human and he had a cocky grin on his face.

"I thought I smelled the scent of a mutie."

Nick cracked his neck and fixed the flame demon with a stone faced glare.

"Man, I am really getting tired of people calling me that."
 
The flame demon found joy in his annoyance.

"Mutie, mutie, mutie! Whatcha gonna do--"

The demon quickly had to flash step to the right in order to dodge an energy blast beam. Nick had predicted this, though, and landed a powered up punch right under the nose. The flame demon was now annoyed.

"I was gonna play around with you a little. But if that's--"

Nick headbutted the demon, forcing him to warp behind him. With an angry yell, he began slashing up Nick's back. Nick cried out in pain and ran away. The flame demon chased him down with flight.

"You can't outrun me, coward!"

Nick sprinted as fast as he could across the desert, but the demon was faster. He warped in front of him and Nick grinned. Using his momentum, he tackled the demon hard to the ground. He couldn't use his superior speed if Nick was grappling him. Nick placed a knee on his throat and pressed his open palm on the demon's face.

"When you get to Hell, tell 'em Shell Shock sent you."

He then unleashed a massive blast beam at point blank that completely destroyed the demon's head and gouged a deep tunnel into the sand. The rest of the demon's body turned to ash and blew away. Nick knew that he needed medical care for the deep cuts in his back.

"Motherfucker ruined my favorite jacket and shirt."

Getting on his motorcycle, he began driving it to the nearest hospital.
 
Eric awoke the next morning to find Valentina snuggled up next to him. He put his arm around her and kissed her head. She nuzzled against him and said something in Spanish. She then looked into his eyes with happy, sleepy eyes.

"Last night was fantastic."

"Yeah, it really was," Eric replied with a smile.

He leaned in for a kiss and nearly jumped out of bed as something crashed through the window. It was a fire demon with a frog lower body and human upper body. It opened its mouth to reveal a snake tongue.

"Rider," it hissed.

Eric was annoyed but regarded the demon with passive dismissal.

"Not cool, dude."

The fire demon leaped at him and Eric's eyes glowed green. In less than a second, the demon was chopped into tiny pieces by the air itself, which Eric could turn into vacuum blades. Valentina was in shock.

"You're... You're a mutante?"

"Yep," Eric replied casually.

Valentina let out a hungry moan and jumped on Eric in lust.
 
An hour later, Eric was back on the road. Valentina had work as a nurse and caught a bus headed there. Before she left, though, she gave him her number and Eric put it into his phone contacts. After riding for fifteen minutes, Eric pulled over and took out his phone to text Nick.

Where you at, bro?

A second later, a text came back.

Mercy General Hospital.

Alarmed, Eric searched for that specific hospital on Google Maps. Once he found it, he followed the GPS to it. Eric parked his bike and went inside. Thankfully, Nick was easy to find since he was seated in the cafeteria. He was wrapped with bandages over his torso and holding his shirt and jacket.

"Damn, bro, what happened?"

"Fire demon. The fucker messed up my back before I could kill him."

"No shit? I had one come at me at the hotel. Thankfully no one got hurt except for him."

Eric could see that Nick seemed to be down. He slid into the seat across from him.

"What's going on, bro? Talk to me."

Nick sighed sadly. It took him a minute to think.

"Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Maybe I should go back to Shadowgreen."

"To the place you ran away from? Is that really what you want?"

Nick struggled to answer. Eric put his hand on his shoulder.

"It was a bad day. But it was just one day. Right?"

Nick teared up and finally nodded. Eric smiled.

"You're wild and I'm free."

Eric offered his hand for a clasping high five.

"Wild & Free?"

Nick smiled and laughed. With gusto, he clasped Eric's hand.

"Hell yeah! Wild & Free!"

---

Later that afternoon, Nick and Eric were sitting astride their bikes. Nick had gotten his shirt and jacket repaired. In addition, Nick and Eric were now wearing black vests over their jackets. On the back, in white lettering, it read:

Wild & Free MC

Nick and Eric started their motorcycles and knuckle bumped. They then rode off down the road side by side.


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Shadowgreen Institute


Firestar and Scott exited a Fire Path in front of Shadowgreen. There was a winding road leading up to an arched gate. The grounds were lush and beautiful greenery. Scott was captivated.

"Wow, it's really nice out here."

Firestar nodded.

"This is sacred ground for mutants. Centuries ago, mutants would come here to hide from civilization. It was just one mutant and one tent. One mutant became two and so on. They stuck together, protected each other. Strength in numbers is why Shadowgreen exists."

"So they built a whole society separate from human society?"

"Precisely. Every mutant, down deep, is scared of humans. That fear takes different forms. The mutant gangs lash out in fear, others hide in fear, and still others build walls here out of fear."

Scott thought that sounded so sad and wrong.

"Come on, Scott. I want you to experience this society."

They began walking up the winding road. The mature trees in the distance and the well-manicured grass looked great. It probably looked similar to Ivy League university campuses. Being a working class kid from Detroit, Scott had definitely never been anywhere this nice before.
 
Firestar and Scott got close to the arched gate that had a black barred security gate running from end to end. There were two security guards at either end. One of the guards saw them and flipped down a visor in response. He scanned them with something resembling UV light, which fed data into the computer installed in the headset. He couldn't get a read on one of them and the other wasn't a mutant. With a hand motion, they went to aggressively confront them.

"Hands in the air!"

Firestar made a calming motion with his hand.

"Gentlemen, relax. I'm Firestar."

The name carried instant weight. The body language and tone of voice in the guards instantly changed.

"Our apologies, Lord Firestar. We didn't know it was you. Can we do anything for you?"

"Just open the gate, please. I want to show my protege around Shadowgreen."

The guards looked suspiciously at Scott.

"But my lord, he's--"

Firestar narrowed his eyes and gave them a look of challenge.

"You have a problem with my protege?"

The guards quickly shook their heads.

"Of course not, my Lord. Please go inside."

The security guards opened the gate and they proceeded inside. Scott was floored by the campus. It was like a small town, similar to a human military base.

"The place to be here is the Shadowgreen Institute. The students are trained there for both civilian and military careers. The Institute is the beating heart of mutant society."
 
The Institute itself was a twelve floor stone building with the few windows made both impact and bullet resistant. The building was meant to be a shelter from both storm and attack. The town had been built around it. The most modern technology provided students a top-class education. Firestar was a major funder of the school along with other alumni. No reliance on human government funding protected them from financial means of attack.

Most believed it was inevitable that the French military would attack Shadowgreen and get annihilated. Most Prime Ministers championed their rights because it was a good look and common sense. But it would take only one hard line racist Prime Minister getting elected to change all of that. Shadowgreen administration was split between the defensive and the scorched Earth sides. Some mutants had such hatred for humans that they wanted a genocide. Thankfully, the Parliament of Shadowgreen was a moderate government that kept the radical political elements in check.

All twelve floors were full of modern classrooms with modern computers. There was a library and tutoring room on the first floor. Elevators and stairs connected each floor. After a full tour of the building, Firestar took Scott over to a special elevator in the first floor lobby.

"This will lead you down to the real Shadowgreen."

They stepped into the elevator and he pressed a code into the elevator before it allowed them to descend.

The elevator traveled deep underground and deposited them into an underground military base. There were many administrative buildings that acted as headquarters for both intelligence and combat units. Many soldiers of the Shadowgreen Defense Force were training and running around. They slept in multiple barracks buildings. This underground base was the home of Shadowgreen's military. Those who lived below in the dark protected those who lived above in the light.

As Firestar led Scott to a certain building, a question came to his mind.

"Since when can a projection pick up tea cups and press elevator buttons?"

"Good eye," Firestar casually replied, "As a New God, I am bound by the Divine Edicts. Certain actions, such as sipping tea or pressing elevator buttons, do not interfere in the lives of mortals. Thus, I am allowed to do them."

Scott nodded, still having a lot to learn about such things.

The building they headed toward was the headquarters of the Shadow Force.

"Who are the Shadow Force? Are they different from the Shadowgreen Defense Force?"

"They are the elite of the Shadowgreen Defense Force."

"So, like Special Forces?"

"Something like that."

Inside of the building were four unique individuals. Firestar introduced him to the leader of the Shadow Force, Yvette Duchet, also known as Madam Shadow. She was 5'9" and both looked and dressed like the American stereotype of a French woman. She was thin, wearing an orange sweater and beret, and having dark hair and eyes. A lit cigarette would have completed the look. Scott would have expected to see someone like her in Greenwich Village, not an underground military base.

"Yvette here has shadow powers, as you probably guessed from her name. She can control all shadows, using them as both blankets and tunnels. Her powers make her unmatched in stealth. She is also the Director of Shadowgreen, which is kind of like being principal. It is a tradition that goes back to the establishment of the institute. Yvette was my principal in the '90's."

Yvette wagged her finger at him.

"Now, now, Alan. You shouldn't out a woman's age like that."

Her voice had a thick French accent that Scott liked the sound of. Scott was next introduced to man at his same height of six feet but much larger in muscle. Richard Baker, also known as Rocky, was built like a world champion weightlifter.

Despite his hulking size, Richard had a friendly, round face with an ever present smile. His dark hair was cut in the jarhead style and he had dark brown eyes. The two shook hands and Scott was thankful that Richard didn't feel the need to crush his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Scott," he said in a pleasing baritone voice.

The other man in the group was much more average in appearance. In fact, he looked almost too skinny and lanky to be a soldier.

The young man laughed as if he had read Scott's mind.

"Hey, no, I get it. You see big ol' swollster over there and then you see Noodle Arms McGee. My genetics make it hard to put on both muscle and fat. What I don't have in strength, I make up for in stamina."

As a former professional MMA fighter, Scott knew exactly what he meant.

The two shook hands.

"I'm Michael Clark, also known as Sandstorm."

"Rocky and Sandstorm here are a major part of the Shadow Force backbone. Rocky can use earth abilities to cover himself in armor whereas Sandstorm can blind opponents with sand, to give just one example of their tactical versatility."

Michael had short red hair and blue eyes, looking quite different from the two dark haired people he met before. However, he was far from the most unusual member.

The most unusual was a ten year girl with wavy pink hair and brown eyes. She was short and seemed a little shy. She was clearly not used to new people. Scott understood and didn't push. Firestar read the situation and took over.

"This is Julie Jameson, also known as Siren."

"The reason her code name is Siren is because she can make the enemy see what is not real using her psychic powers. She's like the Sirens of Greek mythology who would use deception to lure sailors to their deaths."

Scott nodded.

"She's really young to be a Special Forces soldier, isn't she?"

"Yes, but Julie is special. She's a prodigy that not only graduated from the Institute as a child, but also is excelling even in the Shadow Force."

Scott was impressed.

"Wow. That's really something given that she's only a child."

"Don't let her age fool you. Julie is brilliantly intelligent and also extremely powerful. She has a very bright future ahead of her."

Scott looked around.

"Only four of you, huh? I guess the Shadow Force really is only made up of the elite."

"Actually, my younger brother Nick is also a member of the Shadow Force. He's just on leave right now."

Scott could feel the tension in the air when Nick's name was mentioned.

Sensing a change in subject was needed, Firestar interjected.

"Rocky, I would like you to help train my protege in how to use his powers. Scott needs to practice against a live opponent. Since you both have armor, I figure you'll be fine."

Rocky began walking out, gesturing to Scott.

"Let's go."
 
Rocky began leading Scott somewhere.

"What's your combat experience?"

"I've been training in MMA all my life, mostly Muay Thai and Freestyle Wrestling. I turned pro last year but then hung 'em up to work for Firestar."

"Alright, so you can definitely fight. Being a mutant, you've had the same amount of time with your powers?"

Scott shook his head.

"I'm not a mutant."

That stopped Rocky in his tracks. His face registered puzzlement as he turned around.

"You're not? How did you get your powers, then?"

"Have you heard of Soul Bonding?"

Rocky shook his head.

"Well, because of that, I have powers. Firestar says I'm an 'enhanced human'."

"Huh. I'd love to hear more about that later."

Rocky and Scott entered a large training ground separated from the rest of the base by a hydraulic door. This was the only part of the base that was free of buildings or vehicles. The Shadowgreen Defense Force honed their powers here. Now Scott would do the same. Rocky took a basic Boxing stance while facing Scott, who mirrored his stance. There was ten feet of open space between them.

"Alright, Scott. Show me your powers."

Scott emptied his mind of all distractions.

You ready, Valor?

I got your back, partner.

Scott visualized his own body covered in Valor's shell, making the black and gold full body armor appear.

Rocky nodded.

"Nice armor. Very sleek."

He crouched down and touched earth. With a power embedded in his DNA, he molded the earth into armor on his body. Though it left his face and other parts exposed, it still augmented both his offense and defense.

Scott was impressed. This was his first time ever seeing a mutant use their power. Mutant power was a different source of Soul Energy. A different focus of mastery. Rocky had years of experience and training under his belt with his power. No matter how powerful he was as Crusader, he couldn't underestimate that.
 
Crusader decided to rely on his former strategy of rushing in. Once he was close enough to Rocky, he opened with a flying knee aimed at his chest. Rocky blocked it with his arms, which caused a little of the earth to flake off after contact with the Voltari Armor, which was harder than any metal on Earth. Being in this close, Crusader attempted to grab the back of his head in a Muay Thai clinch. That would give him the leverage to keep slamming him with knees. The problem with this strategy was that Rocky had both great technique and great strength.

Rocky pried his hands off of him to get a two hand grip on Crusader's head. However, instead of going for clinch strikes, he used a Judo trip technique. Crusader was put on his back and Rocky pinned him down with a single knee on his chest. From this overwhelmingly advantageous position, Rocky started to rain down hammer fists on his armored face. Crusader blocked with both arms, but he'd still be stuck if he couldn't get Rocky off of him. With no choice but to keep relying on his face armor, Crusader pushed against the side of Rocky's knee with both hands.

Unfortunately, there was no way he could out muscle him from such a position of disadvantage. He would have to try some Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, instead. After catching Rocky's hammer fist, he swung his legs up and locked his ankles on Rocky's neck. He tried to use the leverage of his hip to dislodge Rocky and go for an armbar position. Unfortunately, Rocky's balance and strength was letting him heavily resist that attempt. Crusader didn't have unlimited stamina, so the strain might cause his stamina to give out before Rocky's strength and balance.

Valor could sense that Scott needed his guidance.

Remember what Firestar taught us. Resist the fear and focus. Unleash your Soul Energy to increase your Level.

Scott nodded. It was true that Rocky was too high-level to match at Level 0.

Crusader flaring up with his golden white Soul Aura accomplished two things. It raised his Soul Energy to Level One and blinded Rocky. The surprise of it allowed Crusader to swing Rocky onto his back and into armbar position. He tried to put pressure on that elbow joint, but the earth armor was making that harder to do. Rocky was not giving up and simply pressed his elbows into the earth. With brute strength, he was able to sit up and fling Crusader off of his arm.

Crusader sprung off of his right hand. Having landed on his feet, he took his Muay Thai stance again. That last back and forth showed that Rocky was no pushover. Rocky himself was back up and back in his own stance. Scott was planning his next move when Valor advised him again.

Use the Fist of Valor.
 
Scott nodded in agreement, planning to use the Fist of Valor at the opportune time. In the meantime, he closed the distance to Rocky. He had learned that rushing in was a bad idea and that he needed to take a more cautious approach. Rocky himself was also clearly an experienced fighter, as he started using feints to try and throw him off. Crusader backed up until he realized that all of the space he was giving was allowing Rocky to walk him down. He couldn't allow Rocky to control the fight.

Crusader quit reacting to the feints, controlling his fear and focusing on the fight. He landed a calf kick that did little to the earthen armor. Knowing that being predictable was a bad idea, Crusader threw a left jab and then followed it up immediately with a right headkick. Rocky blocked it but Crusader had still succeeded in primarily getting him to worry about the attacks coming at his face. He threw two left jabs followed by a right straight before finishing with a calf kick. Again it only left a crack in the surface of the armor.

This was far from an ideal situation. Crusader was staying in the pocket but gaining nothing. Rocky wasn't backing off or taking damage. The earth armor and earth battlefield, which he was gaining extra strength from, had also effectively neutralized his grappling. Valor once more stepped in to advise him.

Use Soul Energy to enhance your strikes.

Crusader nodded in confirmation and used the focus and visualization techniques that Firestar had taught him to move his combined Soul Energy into his legs. They glowed with faint golden white energy. He started a combo with a left jab and then immediately followed up with a right calf kick. It hit a lot harder but didn't break the earth armor. Scott was ecstatic to see their teamwork working. His confidence was growing.

With focus, he raised his Soul Energy Level to ten. Crusader once more opened with a left jab, followed up with a right straight, and then finished with a right calf kick. This time the earth armor crumbled to expose his leg. Rocky switched to southpaw stance and began backing away. Crusader now knew that he had enough power to win. He just needed to land a Fist of Valor directly to Rocky's face.

That was going to be a lot easier said than done. Rocky was very good at defending his face and upper body. To counter that, Crusader would have to focus on his lower body. Crusader rushed in and began doing a series of leg sweeps and calf kicks. Not all of them landed and Rocky pushed him back with a push kick to the chest. Despite the exchange, everything was in place for Crusader's strategy.

Crusader charged in once more and delivered another crouching leg sweep. This time, Rocky lifted his lead leg to avoid it. That was exactly what Crusader wanted, as he used this momentum to jump backwards. With full control of his Soul Energy, Crusader flared up and focused it heavily into his right arm. It glowed with intense golden white power. Taking a stance, Crusader used his left hand to take aim at Rocky's face.

Rocky could see what he was up to and took defensive measures. He crouched down and touched the earth to completely cover every inch of his body in earthen armor. For extra protection, he covered his face with his arms using what they called the 'peek-a-boo block' in Boxing. Crusader flew forward at high speed. When in range, he threw a right straight containing all of his charged Soul Energy.

Fist of Valor!!!

The punch slammed into the block with devastating impact. The earthen armor encasing Rocky's arms broke off in chunks and shockwaves were emanating from the clash. However, Rocky's guard held. Even so, Scott wasn't giving up. He kept pushing forward, raising his Soul Energy Level to twenty-five. Rocky rooted himself to the ground and regenerated his armor.

Crusader could feel Rocky resisting him. He wasn't giving up either. Though Crusader could further raise his Soul Energy Level, it was going to strain his body and stamina. As Scott's resolve started to flag, though, Valor jumped in.

Don't hold back, Scott! Go for broke!!!

Scott let out a scream from deep within his soul, remembering his conviction to protect Earth One. His Soul Energy Level increased to fifty. That power was enough to break the earthen armor on Rocky's arms, force open his guard, and pierce his earthen face armor to land a Fist of Valor between Rocky's nose and his teeth. Rocky was knocked back before he bounced and spun head over heels several times. Rocky settled face up, unconscious and with all of his earthen armor broken off. Seeing that Rocky wasn't moving, Scott smiled weakly.

We...We did it...Valor...

Having hit the limit of his body's stamina, Scott fell on his knees. His armor dissipated. He turned his head and passed out as he fell on his face. Valor was both still conscious and so very proud of him.

Rest now, Scott...You earned it.
 
Scott woke up with Firestar standing over him. After his vision cleared, he was initially confused to be in a bed.

"Where am I?"

"A cot in the barracks. Michael placed you here after you passed out."

Scott nodded and sat up before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"You did a good job. Even though Richard was taking it easy on you, you should still be proud of how you performed."

"I hope I didn't hurt him too badly," Scott replied with worry.

"He's doing okay. His armor absorbed most of the attack, so you really didn't end up hitting him much harder than a well-trained regular human would have. He was bloodied and knocked out, but that's all."

Scott nodded with relief.

"That's good. He was an excellent training partner."

"He's in the infirmary. Why don't you go see him before we get down to business?"

"Sounds good."

Firestar led Scott to the infirmary building but let him go in alone. Richard was sitting up and talking to a doctor. The whole bottom half of his face was wrapped in bandages. Despite this, it had put no damper on his mood.

"Hey, Scott!" he called out happily to him.

He waved him over as the doctor was leaving to tend to another patient.

"You good, man?" Scott asked as he approached.

"Oh, yeah, don't worry about it. I've been hurt way worse than this. I'll be back in fighting shape in no time."

"That's good to hear," Scott said with a smile.

"I won't go easy on you next time, though."

Scott cringed slightly.

"You didn't exactly go super easy on me this time. I'll have to watch myself."

"Yeah, me, too. Your power is no joke."

Scott bumped knuckles with Richard and they parted as friends.
 
Firestar and Scott returned to the Shadow Force building. It was time to get down to business.

"Yvette, I want you to tell Scott everything about how Shadowgreen works. Details on its origin and its structure."

Yvette chuckled and nodded.

"Well, since we're going to have a long conversation, we had best have it in my office."

Yvette and Scott took the elevator up to the lobby of the Shadowgreen Institute. They then took a second elevator up to the twelfth floor. Her office was the last door on the right in the east hallway. After taking a seat behind her desk, she was ready to tell the story in air conditioned comfort.

"As Firestar no doubt informed you, Shadowgreen was once nothing but remote forest land on French soil. No one knows exactly who the very first mutant was who came here, nor do they know when they first came."

"Gradually, word spread that this area in the remote wilderness was a safe place to hide out. Europe in particular has been cruel to mutantkind. Mutants were reviled as demons and horrifically killed in ancient times. Even in more civilized times, hateful rhetoric and fear made mutants targets of hostile human behavior. Whether state sanctioned or not, violence against mutantkind has been a reality since the very beginning. It created the culture of fear that still lies at the heart of all mutants."

Yvette took a sip of tea.

"Humans are not our only enemies, however. For some reason, demons have always been attracted to mutantkind. They come to fight us and occasionally seduce us. Why this is, I don't know."

Scott thought he knew the answer.

"Firestar told me that mutants are watered down demigods. Perhaps the divinity in your DNA is why?"

"Perhaps. I suspect that there is no single, monolithic reason why they come. They are not a hive mind, after all."

With that line of conversation closed, Scott took a sip of tea.

"Mutants quickly realized that there was safety in numbers. They started a primitive culture out here that attracted more and more of their kind. Mutants all around the world came to Shadowgreen, as it was eventually called. The name itself came from hiding, shadow, in nature, green. Eventually, however, the settlement grew so large that the risk of discovery became almost assured. A change had to be made."

"Mutants that could pass for humans infiltrated French society. They worked and slowly stockpiled a collection of money. When they had accumulated enough, they contracted an architect to draft plans for a two story stone building with bars on the windows. It was meant to be a shelter and safe haven. Using their powers, they were able to both have this constructed and make everyone involved in the drafting and construction forget about it. Naturally, all evidence of its existence stayed with us."

Yvette smiled with pride.

"The Shadowgreen Institute, as it became known, was founded in 1900. Back then, though, it functioned as a defensible fort more than anything. Over time, the elders of Shadowgreen realized that it could be the start of a new, separate society. Our own mutant nation state. Our people gradually constructed this settlement and the Institute began to function as a school."

Yvette pointed over to a picture on the wall. It was a class of children dressed in old time clothing. The photo looked extremely old.

"The first class in 1930. Back then, they were being trained to become the future of mutant society. There was no thought of blending into human society."

Scott nodded.

"Those educated children brought knowledge to our people. Our society grew and advanced. As human society developed, we did our best to keep up. We also maintained as much secrecy from humans as possible. We knew they would destroy us if they found out about Shadowgreen."

Scott couldn't imagine what that fear must have been like.

"It wasn't until 1940 that the Shadowgreen Defense Force was founded. If the day ever came that the humans sought to destroy us, we were no longer content to run and hide. We wanted to fight and defend our homes and businesses. More than anything, we want to protect the Institute. It is a guiding light to all mutants, offering them safety and shelter."

Scott was quiet in thought. An entire species of humans that feared extinction from another. It was so incredibly heartbreaking on the one hand. On the other, the perseverance of the mutant race was inspiring. It reminded him of human perseverance against adversity. The more differences he saw, the more he felt both species were the same.

"In 1950, the most powerful student in Institute history enrolled. Did Firestar tell you about Omega-class mutants?"

"He did."

"Ah, good. Marcus Trelawney, also known as Existence, is the most powerful mutant living today. He is not only a phenomenal psychic, but can change reality as he sees fit."

Scott was very impressed.

"So, where is he today?"

Yvette studied him for a long moment, weighing how she wanted to answer that.

"I don't know. There was an...incident...in the early '60's. After that, he didn't want to be found."

Scott didn't know what to think from that.

"I'll talk to Firestar about it."

"My advice when it comes to Existence is to tread lightly."

She closed that line of conversation and smiled.

"Though speaking of Firestar, he enrolled in 1990. He was quite a student."

"Yeah, he must have been. He became a major superhero, didn't he?"

"He did. Because of Firestar, mutants and humans hate and fear each other much less than they did before his time as a hero. He started a movement that I hope you will continue."

Scott nodded, knowing that he had much to think over.

Yvette sipped her tea.

"That brings us to today, 202X. Shadowgreen as a nation state is governed by committee. As Director of Shadowgreen, I sit on that committee. The head of the Shadowgreen Defense Force, General Victor Coverdale, also has a spot. Ol' Vic is a bitter and angry mutant who focuses more on our losses than our gains. Thankfully his son and grandson are far less extreme than he is."

Her expression changed to one of concern.

"You'd be best off avoiding General Coverdale, Scott. As a non-mutant with powers, he'd see you as a threat. Accuse you of being a human agent sent in to undermine and destroy Shadowgreen. Most people know not to listen to his personal views, but his sway is undeniable. Be wary of him."

Scott took mental note of this.

"Who else sits on the committee?"

"The Secretary of Commerce, Bill Chamberlain, is the final member of the committee. He's a level-headed and reasonable man that I respect greatly. The three of us do our best to govern Shadowgreen with the interests of all of its citizens in mind."

The issues facing Shadowgreen were largely the same as any other sovereign nation, and with that understanding, Scott knew everything he needed to know about Shadowgreen as far as its internal culture.

"How does Shadowgreen intend to move forward in its dealings with human society?"

"Those of us who do not embrace hate and fear like General Coverdale are hoping to move toward integration with human society. It is my hope that our species will one day stop focusing on our differences rather than our sameness. I fear that day is far off, however. Humans have yet to learn to do that even among themselves. It will be a long time before they stop seeing mutants as 'others'."

Scott nodded. This conversation had given him a lot to think about.

"Wow, that was some conversation. Lots to consider."

He was motivated to find a way to help push integration forward. Scott had a feeling that he was in a perfect position to make a positive difference in a lot of people's lives.
 
After the conversation, Scott excused himself and took the elevator down to the lobby. Firestar appeared in a flash of flame.

"Feeling more informed?"

"Yeah," Scott replied with a nod of confirmation.

He was in thought for a moment.

"Do you know where Existence is?"

Firestar cringed.

"Let's...deal with that later, yeah?"

The God of Fire walked away, signaling that the conversation was over. Scott followed after him. They exited Shadowgreen and were back on the winding path before they stopped.

"Where to now?" Scott asked.

"There is a secret society of mages at a place called Wintergreen. It's in London and has been there nearly since the dawn of time."

"Sounds cool!" Scott exclaimed excitedly.

"Before we go, put on your armor and be ready to fly."

"Why?"

"You'll see."
 
After stepping out of the Fire Path, they were hovering at 84,000 feet in the air over London. Scott had never been this high up in the air, and it took all of his focus and knowledge from his lessons with Firestar to stay aloft. He tried not to look down.

"So why are we here?"

"We're at Wintergreen."

Scott looked around in confusion.

"I don't see anything."

"Of course you don't. Wintergreen is kept hidden from outsiders. Luckily for you, I know the spell to make it appear."

Firestar began reciting a spell in a long forgotten tongue that sounded like no language Scott had ever heard. It sounded both creepy and fascinating at the same time.

After the recitation was finished, Scott's mind was blown. A sprawling floating city appeared before him. Standing above the magical glass city was a great crystal tower that stretched even higher into the sky. The entire vision was breathtaking.

"Well, let's go," Firestar said.

They flew over toward the city.

As soon as Scott touched down, though, an invisible alarm went off. The ground was layered with magic that detected outsiders, who would be labeled as intruders. The street began to separate under his feet, attempting to make him fall. Only his ability to fly prevented a fatal plummet back to earth. The security system reacted to this and golems constructed of various elements began to emerge from magical blue portals.

"That is why I told you to wear your armor."
 
Scott sighed and took a stance while hovering.

"You have to stop getting me into fights."

"Nope," Firestar replied with amusement.

Shooting at the golems, he struck at them with punches and kicks infused with Soul Energy. Although fighting in the air was still very new to him, the strikes were very effective. Unfortunately, the golems kept coming no matter how many he defeated.

Seeing that he was getting surrounded, Scott hesitated. Being surrounded by many enemies was definitely putting him at a disadvantage.

This doesn't look good, Valor. I don't have any techniques for dealing with multiple enemies.

Then we need to come up with one.

Scott ascended into the air in order to buy some time to think.

Valor ran the scenario through his analytical mind.

The philosophies of most martial arts involve striking in a straight line. But Chinese martial arts teach to strike in a circular fashion. When dealing with multiple attackers, a circle is better than a line.

Scott didn't understand. How could he attack in a circle?

Touch the roof of that building and raise your Soul Energy Level.

What? Why?

Just do it.

Scott landed on the roof and began powering up.

Look down at your feet, Scott.

Scott did and was surprised to see shockwaves emanating from him. He had never noticed that before.

Of course! We can attack all around us with a shockwave!

Scott and Valor brainstormed visualizations on how to execute a shockwave technique. When they were in agreement, it was time to get to work.

Scott flew over and hovered in the center. He flared up with his Soul Aura and concentrated Soul Energy into his right arm. Once he was satisfied with his power, he waited patiently. He wanted as many golems to be within attack range as possible. Once they were close enough to reach out and touch him, he curled his arm and unleashed the attack.

Shockwave of Valor!!!

A golden white vacuum wave shattered the golems with extreme blunt force. It was able to clear them from both his space and his sight time and time again. The new technique had incredible potential and both were excited to tinker with it. Unfortunately, there was no time to focus on it. The alarm had escalated further and now actual mages were coming to confront him. As they came into view, Crusader took his Muay Thai stance and began rapidly raising his Soul Energy Level.
 
On the top floor of the crystal tower, which those native to Wintergreen called Orphine, the Archmage of Wintergreen tended to his herb garden. Though he held the title, Daniel Cross, also known as Permafrost, did not much look it. He did not wear a robe, a pointed hat, or carry a wand. That stereotypical look had largely died out many centuries ago. Tight fitting tunics and pants that were easier to move around in were in style now. The wand had also largely died out in favor of casting magic by hand.

Daniel wore such a tight fitting leather tunic and pants combination, colored blue to match his personal preference. They matched the hue of his icy blue eyes. He was muscular and fit due to hard physical training at this altitude. Gone were the days when mages could be skinny bookworms and survive. Their opponents grew more dangerous by the day and they had to adapt with them. As such, the typical mage now resembled a martial artist.

Daniel stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow. He then toweled off his short white hair that curled upward. He had natural white hair that belied his young age of thirty-two. Once he was done, he looked with satisfaction at his herb garden. It had been pruned perfectly and was now primed for harvest soon. They would be quite suitable for their alchemists to make fine potions with.

Just as he was about to take a drink of magical water, a small blue light appeared in his line of sight. It represented a magical communication being sent to him. He tapped on the blue light and a video screen appeared.

"Archmage, we've got big trouble!"

The person on the other end of the screen was Archmagister Kira France, and she looked terrified. For a young woman who had faced down and singlehandedly killed a five hundred year old Archdemon last month to be terrified, things must have been dire.

Daniel took a single sip of his drink and felt instantly refreshed.

"What is it, Kira?" he asked, concern coloring his voice.

"The security golems have been completely wiped out! Worse still, our mages are getting absolutely brutalized out there!"

"Who is the enemy? A demon?"

"No, but he uses Soul Energy, as they do! Strangely, though, he's not a mutant, either! I've never seen anything like him!"

"What kind of weapon does he wield?"

"Martial arts and armor harder than diamond. I think it's alien in origin!"

Daniel had not expected that. An alien? How could an alien have possibly come to Wintergreen? Putting aside those questions, he went into command mode.

"Give the order for the mages and their apprentices to pull back! This is a job for the magisters."

"As you command, Archmage!"

The screen disappeared and Daniel furrowed his brow in thought. This was most concerning. He began heading down the spiraling steps of Orphine. In the long history of Wintergreen, no alien had ever come here. History was being made, and it both excited and terrified him.
 
Scott landed a right hook that dropped the last mage, rendering her unconscious. He was sweating and panting. The high altitude was getting to him, making everything harder. Thankfully, his stamina was still holding out. Having to fight in the air and use his Soul Aura to defend against magic was new, but Firestar and Valor were helping him keep focused. His roaring fighting spirit and unshakable confidence took care of the rest.

Firestar walked up next to where he was hovering, not setting off the drop traps because he was only a projection.

"Not bad. For someone who's never fought magic before, you handled twelve apprentices and twelve mages like a champ."

Scott was still panting too much to reply right away.

"I particularly liked when you broke the magic chains that they tried to restrain you with using Soul Energy. That was a nice touch."

Scott finally caught his breath.

"Look, I think I got the lessons here. Can't you call this off?"

"Not yet. You need to learn how to fight against these kind of enemies while you're completely exhausted. Not all of your opponents are going to go down as easily as these mages did."

Scott gave him a look behind his helmet that said "Fucking seriously?". Firestar ignored it.

"They're gonna send the heavy hitters your way now. They're called magisters, the top level magic users at Wintergreen. Think of them like Jedi Masters from Star Wars. They'll be fresh, too, so it will be even worse in your exhausted state."

Scott could hear footsteps coming toward them. Firestar patted him on the shoulder.

"Good luck."

He then disappeared in a puff of flame. Scott's body language looked both exhausted and pissed off. Nevertheless, he put that aside to focus, took his Muay Thai stance, and went full power in raising his Soul Energy Level to 50.
 
Archmagister Kira France was leading the charge against the intruder. Her long blue hair was tied into a ponytail. Despite her short height of 4'6", she was remarkably fast, even able to outrun much taller men. She was wearing a tight blue leather tunic and matching pants. Kira was wearing traditional Japanese geta sandals that allowed her bare feet to breathe and also made a lot of noise as she ran. This lack of stealth was indicative of her straightforward plan of attack.

Though the intruder was both mysterious and powerful, Kira was no longer afraid. It was up to her to defend Wintergreen and she would not let everyone down! When the intruder came into sight, she leaped high into the air thanks to both her strong legs and the momentum from running flat out. Reciting a weapon summoning spell in her mind, she made a large wooden mallet with a long handle appear in her hands. As she descended toward the alien, she swung the hammer with all of her might. Rather than back down, though, the armored intruder met the strike with Soul Energy infused punch!

This punch completely obliterated the business end of the mallet. Kira was left holding a useless stick. Even worse, the armored intruder immediately followed up with a left body uppercut to the solar plexus. Kira wasn't expecting it and it completely knocked the wind out of her. The intruder then finished with a second Soul Energy infused right hook to the jaw. Kira flew to the side but sprung off of her hand and was back in the fight.

The intruder had hit hard, but she had been hit hard before. That alone wasn't going to be enough to defeat her. But she had also gathered that the magisters couldn't beat Mr. Armor in a straight up fight. They needed to be more strategic, using something like a hit and run campaign. His stamina couldn't be unlimited, especially up here. Once he gassed, the fight was theirs.

Kira used portal spells to begin warping around and striking Mr. Armor at different angles with a magic fencing foil. It was not breaking his armor, but she was getting away just in time to avoid a counter strike. She landed a good fifteen shots while just trying to annoy, harass, and frustrate him. The other magisters helped by using all manner of restraint spells to further make his life difficult. Though he was able to break out of them, Kira knew that his stamina was continuously depleting. She could see him starting to slow down and lose precision in his strikes.

Against all odds, however, Mr. Armor seemed to predict her next fencing foil strike. He turned around and smashed her directly in the face with a devastating right straight. Her poor nose was completely shattered.

"Motherfucker!!!" she screamed as she lost the ability to maintain the portal and fell to the ground.

Before Mr. Armor could press the attack, though, every magister began blasting him with powerful streams of ice magic. He tried to break out but couldn't against that kind of continuous assault.

Kira bounced before hitting the ground but got to her feet immediately. This jerk had royally pissed her off! With a spell, she covered her whole arm in diamond. She then rushed at him, leaped, and smashed him in the face with a vengeful right straight. His helmet shattered like glass, revealing the face of a handsome young human man. Kira was seeing red, though, and was just about to attack again when a strong, authoritative voice stopped her.


"Unhand my champion!"
 
Kira turned around and was shocked to see a guy who looked like a Greek god purposefully walking toward her.

"Who the hell are you?!"

He stopped walking, gave her a weird look, and sighed in disappointment.

"I guess the Wizards don't always share what they know."

The Archmagister was even more confused. How did this outsider know about Wintergreen's secretive order of scholars and researchers?

She put that aside for now, as her duty as Archmagister dictated that the defense of Wintergreen was her top priority. She took a Boxing combat stance but held her diamond arm across her body in a defensive gesture. If Mr. Armor was this guy's 'champion', then he was her real enemy. She locked eyes with him and charged.

"Stand down, Kira!" Archmage Cross called out.

Kira almost fell on her face from surprise and whirled to face him.

Before she could say anything, Archmage Cross held up a silencing hand.

"That man is Firestar, the New God of Fire. You would not be able to lay a hand on him."

That last statement made Kira's eye twitch.

"Now, hold on! I--"

"No, I mean that literally. He's just a projection of Firestar."

"Huh?"

Kira walked over to Firestar and sure enough, her hand went right through him as if he were a ghost. Kira jumped back as if she had dipped her hand in slime. Turning back to the Archmage, she was confused and upset.

Once more, Archmage Cross gently put a hand up.

"I can explain everything."

He made a motion for the other magisters to release Firestar's champion. They did and he collapsed into a crouch while his armor dissipated.

"Give him some water."

A burly magister offered him magic water, which he eagerly took.

After a single sip, the champion was back on his feet with even more energy than before.

"Holy shit," he said in awe.

"Yes, yes, it's quite amazing. Firestar, his champion, and my magisters, come with me. I will explain everything over tea."

The Archmage turned on his heel and everyone obediently followed.
 
Orphine was made up of many, many floors. One of them was a dining room the size of a ballroom. With a snap of his fingers, Archmage Cross caused a round table large enough for everyone to sit around to appear. Kira used a minor healing spell to remove the blood from her broken nose. She would need to see a healing mage later, as only they were proficient in the kinds of spells that fixed broken bones and other major wounds. Once everyone was seated, teacups and saucers magically appeared for everyone.

"I said that I would explain, but I think it would be more polite to let Firestar explain. If you would?"

"Of course. I am training my champion to lead the defense of Earth One. As such, it was necessary to pit him against Wintergreen. I apologize for the injuries your subordinates sustained, Archmage, but for the purposes of the training, they had to believe that the attack was real."

Archmage Cross took a sip of tea before answering.

"I understand your reasons. None of my people were killed or permanently injured, so I'm more inclined to be forgiving. But you disrupted the peace, terrified my citizenry, and forced my mages into a situation that they believed was life or death. Do not do that again, or next time there will be severe consequences for your agent. Is that understood?"

Firestar and Scott both nodded.

"Of course, Archmage," Firestar replied, "It will not happen again."

Kira nodded her head approvingly. It was good to see that her Archmage was even willing to take a God to task. His selfless devotion to his people was his finest quality as a leader. Now that things had been settled, she was curious.

"So, earlier, you said that Firestar was a 'New God'? What does that mean?"

Firestar briefly explained to Kira the differences between Old Gods and New Gods. She absorbed this for a moment.

"I see. I never knew that there were different kinds of gods."

Firestar turned his head to Archmage Cross.

"Archmage, if it is not too much of an imposition, would you please explain Wintergreen's structure to Scott?"

The Archmage hesitated. It was highly irregular to share such knowledge with outsiders.

"I understand your trepidation, Archmage. But if my champion is going to be the best defender of Earth One that he can be, then he needs to understand and have an alliance with all of his fellow defenders."

After that logical argument, the Archmage relented.

"Very well. Every child in Wintergreen starts learning magic at a young age, thereby becoming apprentice mages. When they reach adulthood, they may choose to continue studying magic and become full mages. Those that do not wish to become mages choose a different profession. All are magically adjacent, of course, but only mages have access to black magic."

The Archmage sipped his tea and set it down before continuing.

"Mages study magic, defend Wintergreen, and teach the apprentices magic. Those that wish to specialize in teaching become Sorcerors. Those that wish to specialize in the defense of Wintergreen become Magisters, like those seated here with us. Those that wish to specialize in studying magic become Wizards. The Grand Council is made up of the leaders of these three fields."

"How is an Archmage chosen?" Scott asked.

"Ah, that is a good question. Any mage seeking to become Archmage must be proficient in all disciplines. This requires three years of duty, with a year being devoted to each branch. The candidate for Archmage must then prove their proficiency in a demonstration before the Grand Council. If the Council deems them worthy, they are appointed to the position."

"Did you make it on your first try?" Scott asked.

"Regrettably, no. I didn't even secure the position on my tenth try. You see, an Archmage is appointed for life. Given that magic can make one immortal, that could be forever. To keep someone from abusing such a position, the prospective Archmage must prove themselves in many ways."

"How many tries did it take you to become Archmage?"

"Twenty. Each attempt was made after a study period of three years. So it took me sixty years of study to become Archmage."

"Sixty years?! But you look like you're in your thirties!"

"As I said, magic can make one immortal. It can also give the old the appearance of the young. Though I am over eighty years old, I can thankfully choose not to look it."

"That's wild."

An idea popped into Scott's head.

"Oh, yeah, the water!"

Archmage Cross grinned.

"Well, the Wizards can tell you more about that."

Firestar nodded.

"Scott needs to talk with Archwizard Cyrus Longbeard. Is he here?"

"You'll find him in his study on the sixth floor of Orphine."
 
After finishing their tea, Firestar and Scott said goodbye to their hosts. They began heading up the steps to the sixth floor of Orphine. When they reached a large wooden door, Scott politely knocked on it. There was no response. With a nod from Firestar, he entered Cyrus Longbeard's study. It didn't take long to find him.

True to his name, Cyrus had a long white beard that almost touched the floor. On his head was a conical wizard's cap that was black with stars and moon shapes on it. His matching robe covered his whole body. He wore glasses perched on his nose and read a floating book while mixing a potion.

"He looks exactly like I expected," Scott said.

Firestar nodded and called out several times to Archwizard Longbeard.

The archwizard was finally pulled from his studies. He regarded them both and chuckled.

"Ah, how unusual. I can't say I've ever been visited by a projection of a New God and a human wielding an alien soul at the same time before."

Scott was shocked that he deduced all of that just by looking at them.

"Oh, don't be so shocked, young man. If you live to be 10,000 years old, as I am, you too will know quite a lot."

Scott was flabbergasted.

"10,000 years?!"

"Indeed. But you didn't come here to talk about me. What does the esteemed New God of Fire want with me?"

"I would like for you to tell Scott here about the history of Wintergreen, Cyrus."

"Well, I suppose I can do that. I have nothing pressing at the moment."

A couple of comfortable recliners appeared and both Scott and Cyrus took a seat. The old man also summoned magic water in cups for them to drink. Cyrus collected his thoughts, trying to make a starting point for thousands of years of history understandable to an outsider.

"It all began like this..."
 
Cyrus Longbeard recounted how the battle between God and Omega destroyed much of the surface of Earth One. After Omega was subdued, God repaired the world. This infused Earth One with divine power, as did the lingering effects of the clashing of divine powers. Some early humans learned to understand and harness this residual divine power and refined it into what would become known as magic. Over time, magic began to be seen as unclean and those who practiced it were persecuted. This forced its practitioners more and more to the fringes.

However, even the fringes of society were not safe for them. Tensions with mutants, who feared the magic users would draw attention to them, led to further loss of life. Eventually, Cyrus used his great knowledge of magic to create a hidden safe haven in the sky. The name Wintergreen came from the chill at that altitude, winter, and the flowering of knowledge as a result of safety, green. Over time, the city had to be elevated even higher to avoid planes and further human attention. Wintergreen was a society that avoided contact with both humans and mutants, having a deep-seated resentment of both surface dwelling races.

Cyrus established what was at the time known as Crystalis, the tower of living crystal that acted as a gathering place of magic power. Unfortunately, it also drew demons. During one particular demon raid, Cyrus' wife Orphine was killed. Crystalis was renamed in her honor and Cyrus himself, who was Archmage at the time, traveled to planet Hell and got his revenge. Unfortunately, as with all Immortal Agents, he returned to life after a period of time. That particular demon, Mozgus, was now an Archdemon and still fought with Cyrus on occasion.

Though he had avenged Orphine, Cyrus was too bereaved to continue working as the Archmage. He retired from the position and became Archwizard instead. Wintergreen became more and more adept at fending off demonic attacks. Cyrus tutored many an Archmage, including current Archmage Daniel Cross. His main goal nowadays was traveling to and learning about other dimensions. With that knowledge, he could even better protect their beloved society. He was still searching for the knowledge that would prevent demons from attacking Earth One, but alas, it had proven elusive.
 
Having heard both Cyrus' story and the history of Wintergreen, it gave Scott a lot to think about.

"I'm sorry for what happened to your wife. I understand that it must have been very difficult."

Cyrus nodded.

"It still is, even though it happened long ago. I plan to leave this world and reunite with her once Hell can no longer threaten Earth One."

An alarm interrupted any further conversation. Firestar frowned, worry crossing his features.

"Archdemon Mozgus... Damn, what horrible timing!"

Scott was worried, too. The defenders of Wintergreen were in no shape to fight such a powerful foe. Firestar formulated a plan and they both went through a Fire Path to confront Mozgus.

When they got there, Scott was surprised. Mozgus was only five feet tall and clad in sleek red plate armor with only his blue skinned face showing. He did not look as Scott expected.

"Don't be fooled by his size. Mozgus has a Soul Energy Level of 1000."

"1000?!" Scott exclaimed.

Firestar nodded.

"You're currently no match for him. However, follow my lead."

He took a step toward Mozgus.

"Mozgus, a word."

The Archdemon crossed his arms and regarded the projection of the New God with amusement.

"Firestar? I can't say that I expected to find you here. Did old man Cyrus become terrified of me and beseech you for help?"

"Not at all. I merely wish to offer you an even stronger opponent. My champion, Crusader, will fight you in single combat."

Scott felt like shitting his pants but tried to play it cool.

"Right. I'll fight you."

He was easing into his Muay Thai stance when Firestar held up a hand.

"You two will have a match in one month. My champion needs time to sharpen his skills."

Mozgus smirked.

"Why should I bother waiting?"

"Because I know you must be bored with Cyrus being your only challenge. Don't you want to fight someone new?"

Mozgus considered this. The intrigue could clearly be seen on his face.

"I suppose you want me to leave Wintergreen alone in the meantime?"

"Naturally."

Mozgus thought this over.

"I'll do it on one condition."

"Which is?"

Mozgus pointed his index finger at Firestar.

"Once I defeat your champion, I want to fight you, Firestar. I have wanted to fight you for some time now."

Firestar nodded.

"Very well. If you defeat Crusader, I will face you in single combat."

The Archdemon was pleased and immediately left Wintergreen through a red portal.

Scott turned to Firestar.

"What are you thinking?! There's no way I can beat that monster!"

The New God crossed his arms and grinned at Scott. He seemed totally relaxed.

"Don't be so sure about that."
 
Firestar took Scott back to his realm using a Fire Path. They were standing in the courtyard of his castle.

"If you become my champion, you must be prepared to fight foes that are stronger than you are. When the fate of the world and people's lives are in your hands, defeat is not an option."

Firestar's words lit Scott's heart on fire. Beyond the fear of a much stronger fighter existed the bold spirit of a challenger.

Firestar could see it in Scott's eyes. He was ready to be molded into a true champion.

"You'll need to hone your mental toughness to a whole new level. You have to push through physical pain to keep fighting, no matter what."

Firestar erupted with an inferno of Soul Energy. His SEL had hit 1000, an exact match for Mozgus.

"One month is nowhere near enough time to raise your SEL to match his. You'll be outmatched in every way. Excellence is achieved through adversity."

Firestar took a Boxing stance. Scott willed his Voltari Armor on and took his Muay Thai stance in return.

"Come and get it," he said with a smile.

Though Scott had tremendous guts, Firestar was simply too powerful at that SEL. His hand moved at lightning speed, completely bypassing Scott's guard and grabbing the top of his head. With tremendous force, he squeezed and shattered the Voltari helm into nothing. Both Scott and Valor were completely shocked by this. Firestar drew back his head and nodded in confirmation of what he had expected.

"We've got a lot of work to do."
 
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