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Night had fallen, and he couldn't even fly away if he wanted to. Whatever dubious truce had been formed would certainly not carry over, but...

He didn't quite care at this moment in time. There was no Northern Country and there was no 'strongest Wizard'. In fact, there were many magic users here that neither relied on Wizardry nor Technology. They simply were. They were kings, or mages, or whatever they decided to call themselves.

And he was far too old to worry about learning all of that.

Not that Owen cared as much about prestige or position as much as he simply...Didn't care. Or cared too much.

At this point, Oz didn't really care.

"So you're here too." Were his first words to his fellow Wizard, followed by, "I assume you haven't gotten into trouble. I can hardly be bothered to keep you all in line." Nor could he. Night had fallen, and even what scant ability that remained was useless.

“...” Look at all those animals around him. They’re not scared and curiosity takes Sun by the hand and pulls him in. What are they doing, he wonders. As Sun approaches closer, he can hear the stranger talking to them. Sun has seen plenty of of people in the forest just spend a lot of time with the animals here and every time, it’s nice to see. If there’s one thing that is different, it’s the fact that Sun wants to actually join in. He wants to hear what this stranger is saying. Still, the Monkey King keeps his distance. For now. 

Welcome back to icy Isola Radiale, Owen!

You'll be placed in CONDO 411.

You'll retain everything you were given in your pervious visit.

Enjoy your stay!

Boredom was his curse, really, in this place. Stagnating was something he disliked, and he could feel it creeping into his very core. “Even a place giving me everything back is boring if there’s nothing to test it against. I’d rather fight tooth and nail with nothing but a toy bow. It’s just kind of a shame.” Who had he been talking to? Perhaps nobody in particular, or perhaps the man with the mismatched eyes who was on a nearby platform.

He felt dangerous, and that might be just what the doctor ordered (not Baizhu)!

“I’m guessing you agree, right? Usually people come to this place to either fly around, or maaaybe look for trouble.”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Owen!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 204!

You’ll retain the ability to use Cur Memini in order to levitate for up to thirty minutes a day.

Aislamiento de catorce días para cualquier jugador argentino que vuelva al país para la Conmebol

Según informó hoy el ministro de Turismo y Deporte, Matías Lammens, todos lo futbolistas de clubes extranjeros en cuyos países circula el coronavirus y que sean convocados por la selección Argentina tendrán que cumplir un aislamiento de catorce días al llegar a Argentina.

“Cualquiera de los a…