Hyperion arrived at the Holy City. Few had been there before, though of course the place was rather famous. The Celestial were a private and mysterious lot, quite powerful, but they kept their world to themselves save when needed. It  was beautiful spot, even more glorious than Checkpoint itself. It seemed almost impossibly clean and bright, as a city based so deeply on magic ought to be. There were several graceful towers reaching skyward, their bases white stone and their apexes violet encircled with gold. Many had radiant, hovering stones dancing around them.  Seated in the jeweled throne on a tiered dais was Hyperion, the King of Heaven. His hair was blond, but simply yellow rather than looking like spun golds, and his face was slightly lined. He wore a beautifully tailored robe in hues of crimson, wrought with gleaming gold embroidery that caught the torchlight and glinted off his crown. He leaned forward slightly, before addressing the group.


"Now then, I apologize for bringing you all here, but I feel comfortable speaking on the holy hands." The Demigod spoke, pausing his words for a moment. "Few people would have selflessly lent assistance to the Judge's values as you both have, but even so, unfortunately, such desire alone means nothing. I will remain committed to my tasks until my dying days, but Heaven, it can not always provide you support Eblis. You need warriors of neutrality, strong warriors that are yours to command alone." Another pause came, while a sigh erupted from the Kaioshin's lips. "It was an unpleasant sight to see Dera'tor' minions to do as they please and so I bring you an offer. You are to choose one person. I care not if it is a denizen from our world or a soul. You will choose someone to be your champion and I will bless this person with unthinkable power."