The Pillars were silent. I waited for the rest of my brethren to arrive, but there was no sign. This place used to be a temple of some sort, but it was torn down by the scum of Arath. The people of Karan were peaceful until now, even had a working relationship with the other two kingdoms, but then we arrived. The corruption of Arath made the world stop turning, it made progress slow and the war began. I knew where everyone was, and I felt what they felt. This land was going to be destroyed by the people who ruled here. It was not right, Vandal Savage was not the one who had concocted this plan, it was someone of stronger suit. Saul waited at the Pillar of Justice with his arms folded. He had sent a message to all of them telepathically to meet him here. This was was getting out of hand and it was time to come to an ultimatum. If another year past all of them would surely die, but there is still the matter of getting back. He missed home, or whatever he called home atleast, and he could feel himself slowly draining of power. Recently, his power to be able to send messages with his mind has began to fade. I have never been this afraid before... I feel something dark at work here. Savage sat in a rose colored chair with a Yellowfoot wine crafted by the finest elven slaves. He crossed his left leg over his right and breathed in the air. He hated it, he hated how he smelled and how he looked. The change when he entered this world ironically reflected how he should truly look, but he somewhat admired he intimidating looks. Only a couple of people actually saw what he looked like and they weren't too pleased. Vandal did not care what the martian wanted, all he wanted was power. The petty call of a fallen hero is only a swan song, and shouldn't be indulged. Sadly, his master didn't think that way. "Go Savage."