Peneen looked for something to hold on to. His legs were a little squimish. Fear began it's play on him. Fear most usually had and did. But he let it ravage him even, knowing he was stronger than it, and that it could be used for good. He nearly felt it enter into him, and begin it's influence. For the most part, he used this kind of fear of evil to find out his enemy's plans. He could still keep himself and his voice through it, and dissect anything he felt. At times he knew fear was getting to him, that he was actually afraid, but he continued to dissect, and when he did, he had found the doubleness in his reactions to everything, that should be single, in the hearing of wisdom, and presence of spiritual knowledge, proceeding to then become perfect in nearly every way.

He was not abusive, his life did not rely upon violence, hate, or anything along those lines, as if he also needed those things to be stimulated and or thrilled. He turned his boat away from the onyx, and set it northwest at the diagonal. As he sailed away, he could feel his tongue in his mouth, as if it was larger than normal. And he could also taste it, showing him what blood tasted like. Travelling to the west, to his home, he nearly felt nausious, in fearful and doomed expectation. His spine released his inner person, giving him the taste of electricity, tasting much like the metal his own sword was made out of.

Peneed had a keen sensitivity. And with it he tracked his thoughts, and worked out his insurrection of love and war, as well as his own spirit and mind. Many things were already known to him, regarding his brain, as he had learned growing up, reading of the ancients. The armies of the East were thieves though, him knowing this already, after having also slain five kings before crossing the central river to the coast. His lighthouse, at least it was his for the time he used it, as he waged war on the inhabitants of the East, both openly, and in stealth- his lighthouse had served him as a place of temporary rest. The Eastern army paid little attention to the southern coast anyways. And so his stronghold at the lighthouse was very expedient. He had been virtually unseen in his prior efforts against the five kings. But now his boat could have been seen from the onyx, by the Eastern armies, and surely they would strive to kill him, in fear of him being able to warn his home city against an incoming attack. He didn't know whether or not he had been seen, but he thought he had kept a good distance. Regardless, he kept sailing, cutting the most direct path unto his hometown as possible.

After night fell, he became enratpured. He had been fighting the evil in the air at the moment, when he finally decided that he needed more power to prevail. And so as he continued to gain knowledge, as through his God, he continued to also receive revelation. At once he was on his God's throne, sitting with Him. He spoke in the first person, through his God, and of his God, and then confessed that the entire kingdom of his enemy, even his greatest enemy, was his own, winning it back for his own King, after it had been lost for so long. In doing this, he also took the riches that had been his enemy's, down to one little coin, also then receiving all of the authority and dominion of his enemy. He knew that everything that was to come in the next age, which was divided concerning his enemy, would be his King's and even his own, both now and forever. He saw the golden wings of the two encompassing creatures who live in every expanse, also seeing the false light and gold of his enemy, who still attempted to gain it's place which had been lost. After a large amount of time in this trance, he also found the two living beings in himself, bringing every line of creation to flow through Him, down from his King's throne, as reality came from his God's Spirit. Regardless of what many in his hometown would think of this trance, it happened, and in complete self-control of all that is true, righteous, and holy, in the God they also claimed to worship. He knew the dangers of such a vision, and how it likened to the prophecies of his enemy, but the truth overweighed all things, enabling him the immense amount of glory that he had witnessed. When Peneen came out of this trance, he quickly prevailed over the gates of darkness, of his enemy, proceeding to also cast his enemy into the locked gates of their own low-ness.

Peneen was confident against the new king of the East, even more so confident then this new foolish king, who was now reigning after the five slain kings, presumed to be.