Devaguea stared at the floating fire, and wondered why it felt so... strange; like visiting a place you had dreamed of, he was suffering from the strangest sense of deja vu.<br/><br/>Still, he had no desire to go out and talk with the being in front of him. Despite knowing it wasn't ACTUALLY there, he could still feel the power radiating from it. And here in the First World, even visions had power. So unless he was called out, he had no intention of heading out there.<br/><br/>Once the vision had fully faded, he waited another minute for everyone to get their minds back together, before heading deeper into the First World. Now he knew about what and why things were happening, and he was going to start training to start tussling with a god. The good news was he already knew a bit about him. Liked fire, was probably weak to cold iron like most fae. He was considerate enough of his companions to NOT mention these thoughts to them, as he doubted they could take another shock like that any time soon.