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Following the events of the second part, Decen's ninth remnant, Lucius "Brickhouse" Cassidy, has awakened his powers of Spike Formation. Relocating to Corinth, home of the Corinth Inquisition, Guardian Merrow Rivenlight seeks refuge from a long time friend, Kyrael Prima to aid in the development of Decen's third remnant, Deacon Chow. Along with Michael, and Meena, Merrow hopes to allow Deacon to master his powers of pyrokinesis, in his battle against Prime Aspect Mogul, alongside his fellow Remnants, and to save a catatonic Remnant 1, who is slowly dying from Loz-Q.

Chapter 1 (Remnant 3)

"I hate portals..." I grumbled, as Meena held my hand, stepping in.

I also didn't need Meena to hold my hand either. She kept doing things like this, and I was kind of sick of her treating me like I was too feeble to do things myself. It also didn't help that Lucius was giving me the most annoyed look ever.

My surroundings elongated, as I was thrust into the portal, emerging into a new world. My surroundings were.. beautiful. Perhaps even magical. Lucious greenery, vegetation, and a clear sky. Nothing like the run down buildings Meena and I used to do contracts in. At least this place had color.

I responded, aptly, by vomiting on the ground.

"Deacon!" Meena ran by my side, rubbing my back.

"I'm fine Meena" I groaned.

Lucius walked up to me. I couldn't help but stare at his right hand, which was completely corrupted. The black spikes had receded, but it was still evident, and his entire hand looked... demonic. Claws, and pulsating with a dim red light at the cracks that ran up his forearm, and into his shirt. At least the rest of his body was okay.

"The hell you lookin at." Lucius scowled.

"Um. Nothing. Sorry."

Lucius was holding the frozen body of Arman, our eldest brother, delicately. I never really knew him. In fact, I didn't know him. But from what Merrow, Michael, and Lucius have told me, he was an incredible person.

If someone like Lucius was so delicate and gentle with somebody, you knew he meant a lot to him. And I could probably guess that. I've been told that Arman had fought three Olympian Titans at once. Yeah, you heard me right. Titans. The same ones that had ruled the world. The same ones I read in the stories who required other gods to beat.

And he didn't just fight one. Not two. But three. Thinking about that made me queasy. Lucius' powers were incredible, yet he claimed to be far weaker than Arman.

Meaning Arman must have been that much more powerful. The fact that he had fought Mogul and ended up like this... I could only imagine how strong Mogul must had been.

Of course, I didn't tell anyone this. Because whenever I brought up Arman, Lucius would yell at me. Well, more than anything else. Lucius was always mad about something.

When I ask Merrow about Arman, she just becomes sad, and tries to change the topic. But I know one thing. As the first Remnant, he definitely had more experience than all of us.

But then again, wouldn't that make me the third strongest of all the Remnants? It certainly didn't feel that way. Especially considering Lucius was the ninth oldest. Meaning there were six other Remnants who I was obligated to surpass.

And here I was struggling to even summon a tiny spurt of flame without it going out of control.