Ryteb waved his hand, and the face broke apart into a thousand fiery butterflies, that flew off and evaporated. It took some time for him to think of a response to the woman, Cheese, and frankly he wasn't entirely sure himself. Deciding to move away from fire for now, he made an arcane gesture. Water flowed out from cracks in the ground to form a sphere in his hand, about the size of an apple, which he began to toss around like a ball.

"The whims of the elements are... complicated." Ryteb explained, turning the ball into a pair of dancers and had them begin a waltz around him, "I was never much good at the theoretical stuff, but I'll give it a shot. My magic works by channelling the elements through my body, my mind giving shape to the form they take. Sometimes I get a bit distracted and... lurch."

This wasn't entirely false, but also wasn't entirely true. He knew the reason lay with his arm, but gods be damned if he'd tell them about that. Never in a million years would Ryteb admit that he possessed anything that linked him to the darkness. He could still see Retsam laughing as the darkness swallowed Terra Atum. The pain of that loss throbbed in his heart, just as the fire of revenge burned just as brightly.

Upon hearing the central figure's response, the dancers splashed to the floor as the magic was cancelled. Ryteb smirked and said: "Then I guess you're goals and mine link up for now. Honestly, I don't particularly give a damn about the Princesses, nor this Ascot guy, but if I can remove Retsam from the Multiverse, then count me on board."