Foun felt a blur form around him, as if the entire world was rushing past him at an unimaginable speed, as felt a huge loss of power as the transaction took place. It wasn't his divine abilities, or anything he held, that fled, but rather potential itself: he felt the Degree of Power be ripped, burnt, sucked from him and he fell..

He fell in the Isles of Penta.

Or rather.. another Isles of Penta. These Isles were decidedly different. Lighter, with red and green streaked through the sky. Trees abound within the strange city, their leaves made of red, gold, and blue. The ground was made of gold. He was on a tall hill, strangely tall buildings all about him, and he could see the emerald sea in the distance.

On the ground beneath him was a strange marking.. circular, mystical, made - apparently - of gold.

He needed to know what he had done, magiscience was so particular and he had just used one of it's base concepts to possibly do something terriable. He remembered DNA the idea to copy it and with it genetic memory. This creature by absorbing his genetic memory and base DNA was here somewhere surely. This could end in horror and death, but he must try to find the one he just created. He gets up and quickly takes bearing with his own physical, mental, and divine wellbeing and then takes stock in the entire area that he could observe and he does take interest in every singular detail.

He was surrounded by tall, comfortable, empty homes, each one clothed in red or green. The golden road beneath him sparkled in the light of the three suns. There was no one about, and not a single cloud in the sky. This place deeply unsettled Foun..

He shrugged it off unsettling was for the weak and feeble of mind, survival was the most important rule of the game at the moment. Then to be honest instincts were something that one ignorant enough to ignore usually ended up regretting. He tries to wonder closer to the houses of course always keeping his overly observant eyes open for things like traps, but trying to get the best inside look of the houses without well... drawing unwanted attention to himself.

"Hello there."

Foun turned to see a man suddenly appear behind him. The man had gaunt, ash white hair, perfect teeth, gaunt facial features, and wore white leathers and a white hood. At his side was a long, curved, obviously enchanted blade. His belt also head two silver revolvers. The man was imminently charming.

"Welcome to the Isles of Penta. We don't have many visitors here. Make yourself at home, friend."

He cocked his head, Yes the isles of penta indeed I notice that you seem to have some familarity to me. May I ask kindly what is your name?

"My name? It is Foun. And yours.. ? You almost look like my brother! Ivory and ebony!"

The man seemed friendly enough, but Foun was deeply put off by him - there was a maliciousness there, an intent that was not at all what it seemed.

He nods thinking he wonders, Interesting I seek a foun, my name is Sirk now where am I would you mind if I asked?

"Ah, didn't you hear me? You're in the Isles of Penta. The sacred center of Scimagical research. I'm surprised you're here, actually. I haven't seen another God in centuries.. and this city, as beautiful as it is, is completely empty."

He smiled, as if to reassure Foun that he was not a serial killing maniac.

"How did you get here, anyway.. Sirk?"

I do not for some reason remember, but I am more then certain it has something to do with this strange metallic disk on the ground. I am not very bright and am very confused to why I am here or how I got here. Do you think you could help me? His face has shifted miraclously any sign of his wicked sharp observation, brillance, and other such traits of his self became non-existent and he appeared as if very young, naive, and stupid as well as confused and scared.