(the arbitor was referring to himself because he hurt himself)<br/><br/>"you will never have the amount of control over darkness as a darkshifter does" the arbitor says<br/>*the arbitor then melted into the shadows reappearing in the realm nytheria meditates in and he starts coughing out silver blood while blood is pouring from the wound on his stomach* "fucker" he says grabbing as his sword appears in his hand<br/><br/>*nytheria watched the storm as she holds out her hand and it stops*<br/><br/><br/>*from the top of the academy stood a man about 6"5" his face wrapped in a mask with a slight break in it to allow him to see he wore a long black coat with a black t shirt lined with a white bottom and black jeans with long dirty blonde hair he his coat was closed in front of him and he looked heavyset*