Unexpectedly Well?

As one surprise came after the other Zachriel felt more and more alarmed. The thunderstorm in Muspellheim of all places, NPCs moving on their own, the unnatural dialog, the fact he could smell anything...it felt as if the world was going mad!

Just as it felt he may snap an odd cool sensation filled his being. The effect didn't feel abrupt. If he had to describe it, it was like applying an icepack to an overheated body part. He could feel his stress decrease steadily and there was a calming relief.

Then his jumbled thoughts seemed to organize themselves in a neat row. Each waiting to be addressed as they would come up.

There was a voice in his mind encouraging him. It reminded him that he was a leader and therefore could not falter in front of his people.

Unseen by himself but his back straightened and his skill Rallying Aura activated. In Ygdrassil it was a part of the Spell List that came from his Herald of Tyr Job Class. It removed Status Effects such as Confusion or Fear and buffed allied spellcasting. To his NPCs with him in the room he appeared to be a mighty pillar of strength and wisdom that would never leave them directionless.

It had only taken the span of 3 seconds.

1 to absorb the information, 2 to organize his thoughts and 3 to make his plan of action.

"Zirin organize the City Gaurd. They are to man every watchpost. No one is allowed in or out without my express permission. Those on the ground are to escort all civilians within the Citadel to their homes immediately. No one is allowed on the streets until further notice. Get in contact with the Archduke. He is to report to the Throne Room in 1 hour with any findings he may have on the present situation." He ordered far more briskly than he normally should have. Idly he noticed his voice was different. Where before it was raspy due to the damage done by pollution and the toxic air of the mines it came out now clear and smooth.

"Understood!" The young woman nodded enthusiastically. Placing her fingers once more to her ear she began relaying his orders to her lieutenants. With that done he turned to his first creation.

"Ramnia contact the 3 Heads of the Beast. I want ships blockading the waters, the air filled with units ready to fight and our army prepared to march out of every gate should they be needed." The Angel Player instructed. "Afterwards contact the Champions. Every Tower is to be on maximum alert. Within the hour summon them all to the Throne Room so we may plan how to proceed forward."

"Understood." Before she carried it out however she asked a question. "What will you do my Husband?"

"I must return to my quarters and acquire my gear. If I'm not back within the hour contact me immediately." Seeing her nod in understanding and moving to carry out his orders Zachriel instinctively focused and before he knew it he was within his personal chambers which could match a 5-star studio apartment.

With no one else around to see him Zachriel sighed explosively as his posture relaxed.

'What the fuck just happened?'