Ifrit's entrance with Elektra was unexpected, even for him. What he thought was going to be a simple observation quest has derailed. In fact, he still isn't fully aware of the extent that the rabbit hole goes. All he knows for certain is this. He has found himself in a situation where he has to talk politics with Mrs. Iceberg herself, Setsuka. Moreso, he is doing it at the behest of Elektra. It almost felt like a badly written joke. 

He knew exactly why Elektra brought him here. It wasn't for his temporal might, or his high-ranking positing in the guild. No, it's because he's one of the only mages in Fenix Tear that's diplomatically inclined. Call it experience working under Jellal, or his time shmoozing the higher ups in White Creed to give him certain information. But his gift of gab is almost unmatched. Ifrit's also one of the few people that has seen firsthand what a complete loss against the demonic horde can do... At least, he thinks that's what those visions are. As eccentic and... [i]forward[/i] Elektra can be, he knows he can trust her judgement in dire situations. 

Before Ifrit spoke up, he awakened his [i]Eye of God[/i]. His iris' and pupils now embellished in a golden hue and adorned in a grandfather clock aesthetic. The flow of time around him was immense, almost nauseating. 'Well, this is what happens when you put one too many powerhouses in a confined area.' He thought to himself. After a few seconds of fine tuning, he was able to focus onto Kaiga's flow... Wherever Kaiga got himself into. Now knowing the general path to take, he sprouted a Thought Projection of himself. With the orders to Retrieve Kaiga from wherever he may be. Without missing a beat, the Projection sprung into action. With the more immediate situation now dealt with, Ifrit gave his undivided attention to Setsuka.

"The White Creed was simply a means to an end, Lady Setsuka. A catalyst for me to discover an unknown magic. One only I can wield." He baited his breath. "With all due respect to your Icy Domain, you will stand no chance against this incursion. You will be utterly annihilated, left as nothing more than a footnote in the annals of history." Whether it was Ifrit's intention or not, the small space around him began to distort. As if the ebb and flow of time itself was breaking and remolding around Ifrit. "You claim that your eyes see the depth of mine. A fantasy of yours, I take? If your sight is, as you claim, to be as perceptive as mine. Than tell me this. Have you ever peered into the edges of written history? Pondered the sight of what was, what is, and what will be? I doubt it. Because my Eye of God sees all. It sees your hubris. Your pride. But it also sees your staunch protection of your lands." Not noticing the flux of temporal anomalies around him, Ifrit stopped his speech for a moment. He waved his hand in front of him, dispelling the anomalies and deactivating his [i]Eye of God[/i]. 

"I know it is well within your right as sovereign to dismiss our proposed alliance. But trust me when I say that this dismissal will be the final chapter of Iceberg's history. I have seen it firsthand... Apocalypse. Utter destruction and Annihilation of all that we know. Without your aid, we are doomed to fail. If you cannot convince yourself to align with the mages, than do it for your own people."