[i]Alonfé wanders the New Dojo, looking around, sensing so much... power. "Gods?", he thinks, looking around some more. "Well, that's kind of cool...". He looks around some more, and sets himself up in a tree, pulling out a black tome from his pack. "God is just a title...", he repeats, remembering Argyle's words. The words brought a sense of grief; the Arcanum, it being nuked, his second home after the Old Dojo demolished. Tears bit at his eyes, and he held them back, regaining his older-than-true composure. He had the body of a 22 year old, but the mind of a masterfully gifted 14 year old. Given, he was 14. But age was of no matter to him; life would continue on as it used too. "Now, how do I kill a god...?"[/i]