For all their unfounded intelligence, Quillith and Mohrane could not, for the life of them, understand why Skullius was leaving, slowly getting whisked upwards by the beam of light coming from the flying island. The Hybrid gave them a solemn, sad look while manipulating space to keep them grounded. They would have kept following him if he didn't.

The way their giggles from only moments ago turned into deep cries of sorrow, their faces turning ugly as they tried for the first time to express a primal frustration ground down Skullius and Darwel more than anyone else. The Deities, Remos, Sause, the Sif, and the Heralds watched with pity.

Darwel reached for the boys and pulled them into her embrace. They kept crying, tears flooding from all four of their eyes, their tiny hands gripping tightly at their mother. Even with their anguish, though, they remembered one of their father's earliest lessons: they were not to harm their mother.

"It's okay," Darwel told them. "It's okay." She didn't have any better words to say either, it seemed.

"Don't you think getting out of sight quicker than this would help the situation, Skullius?" said Sause. He was on Skullius' right side, Remos on the left.

"Just a little longer," said the Hybrid, taking in his boys for the last time. He was forcibly stalling the full strength of the beam pulling them upwards.

Moments later, when he'd had his fill, he let go. The boys had turned back to the sky, their crying lulled somewhat. They got one last look at him before he vanished from their sight.

A flash later, Skullius was inside Amanas, but his senses didn't take in any of the surroundings. He was steeling himself, wringing out the sentiment and smearing back on his urgency towards the status quo.

'I should have told Suzamete to bid Eaniss and the Bishop farewell for me,' he thought. 'Oh well.' Only then did he look ahead.

The Traction Beam, the light that sent and retrieved objects and living things in and out of Amanas, always landed them in the cockpit. And within this cockpit…

Skullius sighed. There was tension.

The Unlimited Stars and even some of the Troops were sending an ungodly measure of bloodlust Kintar's way.

Kintar, on the other hand, was holding her ground. She'd restored herself back to the chubby, miniature form she often took to preserve energy, the Limited Mythos Form. Glaring at the other Stars as she floated above, she grinned.

"You wanna go? I'll gladly take you all on! I don't care how strong you think you are now!"

Sause and Remos were baffled, but once again, Skullius was only left exasperated.

'Of course…'

The other Unlimited Stars were so upset with Kintar that they didn't acknowledge Skullius' arrival, after all, they were upset on his behalf.

"You're pushing it, Kintar," said Pherdanta lethally.

"Am I? You still haven't explained how," retorted Kintar. "You know what? I think you all are the problem."

"I'm pretty sure the person who just fired a death beam at master and his progeny is the one with the problem!" Grim barked.

"You really don't see what's wrong with that, do you?" said Yuyui, looking baffled. She must have just realized that Kintar wasn't, in fact, just trying to be eccentric.

"Oh, I get it now!" said Kintar, giving a chittery kind of laugh. "You punks actually thought master would get fried by that little thing, didn't you?" She flew higher and pointed at the console. "And you call yourself master's equals."

"Knock it off! Our point is, there were several other – appropriate – ways to vent your impatience. You could have just—" Kenno began, only to be silenced by Skullius' flaring presence.

"That's enough," commanded Skullius. "It's done. We're leaving now."

That instantly settled the matter. The other Unlimited Stars acknowledged it while Kintar wore a triumphant grin. She turned back to the console and began tinkering.

Amanas had four main spaces within it, all of them about as large as a continent on Aigas. The cockpit was called Metgard, and it was a space composed almost entirely of large, oblong, whitish tiles. Seven protrusions, also oblong, rose from the tiling – the consoles. Each had a different purpose, and only Kintar was privy to each of their optimal controls. She was rather obsessed.

With a dexterous wave of her fingers over the purple, glowing surface of the console she was flying over, the oblong tiles in Metgard all became translucent, allowing everyone to see the full view of Aigas. With a thought, they were authorized to zoom and scrutinize anything they wished around Amanas. Kintar had figured – despite her berating her peers – that they would still love to get a last good long of their home world.

It was true.

The Unlimited Stars and everyone else were pleased to get the chance.

It was really happening. They were leaving Aigas for the first time and possibly the last.

Kintar flashed over to another console. Even though she could bring them closer together for convenience, or even clone herself to manage them all at once, she kept them as they were, enjoying the thrill of rushing over and back.

She twiddled her fingers again, and the console seemed to hum softly, flakes of light, like runes, whipping around between her fingers and under her palms.

"Here. We. Go!" she cried.

…And Amanas rose into the sky, slowly at first, but gathering speed as it went.

Opungale shrank, then Feinheath, and then Edagon and the oceans. Spots of light representing the many spawning Clusters around the world shrank as well and were then buried behind the clouds.

Skullius sighed. "Do not forget the look of it – your home."

The Unlimited Stars turned solemn, even Kintar.

"You'll grow to miss it soon enough. It was a great start to our journey – our mission – but it only gets worse from here." Skullius suddenly demanded that they look away and face him without saying so, and it happened as he wished. The eyes of his subordinates were fixed on him. "From here on out, this Order is your home. You belong nowhere else. Assume that everything out there is your enemy. We band together and crush it all."

…And Aigas fell away, becoming a massive disk of light surrounded by an unending great void, until it disappeared from everyone's eyes.