Ryteb rubbed his arm nervously. During the mop up of the Heartless, he had sneaked off to take a peek at it, and the sight make him anxious. The wards that kept the darkness locked to his arm were fading, and small tendrils of darkness were beginning to climb their way up his bicep. To distract himself, he conjured up a couple of flame soldiers, and had them fight each other. In a way it was relaxing to just focus on controlling the flames, making the dangerous element into a tame plaything.

As they fought, one of the fighters began to turn black and become more monstrous. The black soldier picked up the other one with one hand, and smashed him into the table, the two exploding into a small purple firework. Looking up, he realised that people were staring at him. Presumably they wanted him to introduce himself.

"Uh... Hi." he said, still a bit unnerved, "I'm Ryteb, former apprentice of the elemental archmage of Terra Atum, Odin Stone. I'm looking for this guy, have you seen him?"

Saying that, he waved his hand, as more flames appeared, taking the form of a man in his early twenties, with black hair and piercing orange eyes.