[Yuber's arm erupts from the ground first and his fingers claw for purchase. Moments later the rest of him rises from the dirt, soil, and plant matter tumbling from his golden hair.

Gasping for breath, he crawls forward until he finds a nearby rock and slumps down against it.

Where...?

He reaches up to rub at his brow. The last thing he'd remembered was a wall of preternatural wrongness closing in around him. It was a force that struck fear in even his twisted heart, compelling him to turn and run for his life. Then... then he'd known it was over, that the world was gone and so was he.

But not anymore. Somehow, he'd remained aware. Somehow, he's breathing again... But something is missing. He cannot feel the True Rune within him, nor can he feel his own power. Maybe he isn't truly alive. Maybe half of him truly is gone...

He tips his head back and draws one knee up to rest his arm against. He spends a while like this, reclining against the rock naked and exhausted. The moment anyone approaches he fixes them with a glare from behind a curtain of hair.]

You. Stop.

[Yuber turns away from an ornate tapestry, tilts his head at Cyrus, and watches intently as the tribune gives his speech. The energy from the crowd afterward feels more worn out than excited.]

Tsk.

Nobody here seems to think true victory is likely. Pitiful. I could help, you know...

[Dressed now in a black suit and hat, Yuber walks the streets with a glower. When a dark woman with a serene expression approaches him to shake his hand he draws a breath to demand answers from her but finds himself deflating in mid-snarl. He's not sure why.

When she draws away again he responds to her greeting with a bob of the head that is more than a nod but less than a bow. He watches her glide away into the crowd and speaks aloud to anyone close enough to hear him.]

I can think of a few things I'd like to see in a new world. What about you?