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A featureless hole gapes open, far above Zaned in the vacuum of space. It's a portal, though the location on the other side doesn't lead to anywhere in particular, just another point in space and time, overlooking a red-looking spiral galaxy. A hooded man man in a long rob, speckled in what looks like the starry dew of such a galaxy sprawled across his sleeves and his back, impossibly steps out into the vacuum.
The lifeblood of all that lives, Heat, exists now in the same space and time of the attack of Zaned.
Why? Why was I called here? He pondered. The killing was well underway at this point. And though he thought himself above these petty battles between ephemerals, it still sickened him. It, perhaps, reminded him of the needless killing he had committed back as a human.
Back when he answered to Faotemaru.
Was I called because of something I did as a human?
A craft blasted another to oblivion as he mulls this over. Thousands more are likely dying.
Mortals kill each other all the time. And they birth anew, sapping and giving the heat of life from one another to create and destroy. Why should this be any different?
Though despite how high and mighty he thought himself, he too was technically a "mortal" a short time ago compared to most immortals. Sure, he was an immortal being even before becoming an embodiment, but yet his reasoning still fails to resolve correctly in his mind.
"I suppose... it wouldn't hurt just to watch." Heat mumbled a quiet impossible sound into the vacuum of space.