[Despite the aura of anxiety that pervades the Temple of Water, Dycedarg is calm as he walks down the hallway. He walks purposefully, with the long strides of someone who knows exactly where he is going and who is confident that everyone else will move out of his way.

He pauses momentarily in front of a darkened room. A metal star hangs on the door. The room of the fallen Hero, Marshall Nevada.

Dycedarg stops for a moment in front of the room, remembering the tragic death of the dashing Sparks. At least, that was how he had recounted it to the others...]

[ You...! You murderer!]

[He waved off the inner disgust. He did what he had to do, whatever he had to do, to preserve the power of House Beoulve.]