Summary: Ravus was not a devotee of the Astrals, not like his mother had been and certainly not like his sister was. Maybe that was why he took so much pleasure in helping Ignis plan how to ensure their Prophecy did not come to pass as they desired.
Ravus was having fun. Someone eavesdropping into the room might not know it from the shouting but he was. "That won't work! Have you never read the Cosmology?" He retorted, slamming said book on the table in front of Ignis.
Ignis huffed, arms crossed, "Which version are you referring too? Because to my knowledge there are over a thousand version of it in existence and each of those have several variations!" The glare he leveled at the prince would have cut down a lesser man. Ravus was not impressed.
They stared at each other in sullen silence before Ignis sighed, reaching out to the book Ravus had rudely placed in front of him. It was opened at a description of Ifrit's defeat and subsequent imprisonment. Ravus waited until Ignis had finished reading before he said, "The Six became Five and lost a significant amount of their power during the War. This is the reason why they could not destroy the Scourge when it first fell and why they require a receptacle of power to help its destruction now. Or so I am to understand from listening to my sister."
Ignis slowly replaced the book on the table, "Then the Prophecy is a way to create a power equivalent to an Astral?" Ravus nodded. He watched as Ignis' frown deepened. "Such a large amount of power cannot be sustained within a body without consequence..." The adviser whispered grimly.
Ravus leaned forward, "That is something we are both aware of." He thought of Lunafreya, burning herself up as she channeled the magic of countless Oracles to awaken the Astrals from their slumber. He knew Ignis remembered the way King Regis had aged prematurely as the magic of the Crystal and the Ring sapped his life.
"Yet Ifrit's power is still required to complete..." Ignis muttered, suddenly standing and peering back into the book. Ravus watched with growing amusement and interest as Ignis tore through the book, pulled out his phone and did some more research before finally turning to him with a gleam in his eyes. "So what if we were to steal it from Ifrit without making a covenant?"
Ravus' eyes sparked with glee, "We can use the Empire's Magitek. Your gunner is a fair mechanic no?" When Ignis nodded, Ravus grinned, "Then it'll may just work. We'll have to figure out just how big of a container we'll need."
"Dividing it would be more prudent." Ignis interrupted sharply. Ravus smiled. Oh yes, he was definitely having fun.