The Chaos Shrine of the Past was unnervingly quiet. The black clouds swirled as they always did, but besides them, there was nothing else. No sounds of a battle being fought or of villains scheming as they always seemed to be doing. There was no sign of any traps and he didn't sense any danger in the area; such was even more odd then the current silence. Still, the Warrior of Light kept his eyes alert as he scouted around the roof.
The arena was the favored battleground of his nemesis, Garland, so surely the power attacker was around here somewhere, not that the Warrior of Light was looking to pick a fight with him. Usually it was Garland that sought him out for a battle, but now there was nothing.
He neared one of the holes in the ceiling of the shrine; the light from its unknown source in such a dismal place shone enough to let him see where he was going to land. There were a few fragments of a fallen pillar at the bottom, nothing too surprising, since Garland's combat style was all about smashing things to pieces with that sword of his.
The Warrior of Light jumped down, landing with a series of clanks as his plate armor came in contact with the ground. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness, the roof blocking the light and making it hard to see. Thankfully, the few existing holes in the ceiling made seeing things a little easier. He jumped off the ledge where he'd landed, finding himself at the ramp leading to the throne of the Chaos Shrine of the Past.
He was a little thankful he hadn't summoned his weapons when he first arrived. Had he, he probably would have dropped them at what he saw. Garland sat in the throne of the shrine, his massive weapon propped up against the wall as he sat there, nearly motionless. His armor showed no wear or tear, ruling out his death at the hands of one of the other Warriors of Cosmos. Instead, the massive warrior's chest lightly rose and fell beneath his armor, the sounds of heavy breathing echoing underneath the gaudy helmet.
Garland was asleep.
The Warrior of Light dared a few steps forward, the situation in front of him too outrageous; he was at a loss for words or actions. It hadn't really occurred to him that Garland slept at all. Something in his head always made him assume that the once knight of Corneria was always up and about, scheming and plotting to further plunge the world into his little cycles with the rest of the Warriors of Chaos.
However, his own eyes were not deceiving him, as there he sat. Garland's head lay on his sounder, small mutters escaping him as he sat and snored, probably catching up on a few day's much needed rest of evil-doing.
Something in the Warrior of Light's mind told him to leave Garland be, to let him rest and regain his strength. Another something told him that, with Garland's defenses down, it was an opportune time to reduce Chaos' forces by one and shift power back into the hands of Cosmos.
The Warrior of Light sighed softly, placing a hand to his head as he shrugged his shoulders. The latter did have a point…