Lusser watched in wonder as fire appeared in Feuertanz’s hand from seemingly nowhere. He had seen magic before in his travels, but it still managed to capture his intrigue and ambition every time. He felt almost… disappointed to see it disappear from existence. He hoped to master such arts during his lifetime, the idea of making reality bend to his will about as tantalizing as making others do the same, though all he could do for now was crudely imitate it through his own deceptive dexterity. About as amazing to him was Erion’s own display of mastery over lightning, though he made sure to take note of it; the pokemon seemed to have a skeleton or two in his closet, that much was certain.

	“Even the most seemingly mundane of roads are fraught with conflict,” Lusser said to Alina, speaking from his own experience. “At least, in some form or another. I would go as far as to suspect that other groups may be interested in the secret behind these ruins themselves, and I would hesitate to say that their methods or intentions would be as pure as our own.” Of course, Lusser’s own integrity was arguable, but in his mind, is was far better than the alternatives. He looked over to the Moere banner that Feuertanz had pointed to earlier, frowning as he thought to himself.