As they left the Eight Plates Seraph noticed he was being watched by passer-bys and people looking out their doors at him. As he reached the bridges in the center of the town he decided to walk on the middle one. As he reached the middle of the bridge something came falling out of the sky onto the bridge on the right side of him, then another on the left, then one at the end of the bridge he was on, then another at the other end. As the dust from them hitting the ground cleared he saw that the things that hit the ground were warriors in glass armor, each of which had a symbol in the same spot as his.
They were each holding glass weapons, one holding a glass spear, another a glass dagger, another a glass sword, and the last a glass spear. They all raised their weapons when Seraph heard the voice in his head again. "We have come for the master. We find that our creator was lying to us and that you are pour true master. But only if you can prove to us that you are." As soon as the voice stopped he felt a burning sensation in his forehead where the symbol glows green.
He grabbed the handle of his sword and got ready. "I accept." And at that his sword was out and the four hit him faster then a lightning bolt. There were just flashes of black and green for a moment then they all stopped in their original places. Breathing as if they had just run the entire length of Vvardenfel, they looked around at each other, then looked back at Seraph. "You four are good. I'm guessing Feral Four?" said Seraph standing up straight again. "We are the four masters of Magicka. The Feral Four were weak, so they shed their name and became the saviors that we are now," replied the one on the left bridge. "Dagoth Ur told us lies about being free and strong but he lied and we learned that you are our true master. But we did not believe it. So we decided you had to prove it to us, and so far you seem to be strong," said the one on the shop end of the bridge. "But how strong!" screamed the one on the housing end as they all disappeared into green and black blurs in another battle.
After another long battle a wave of electric-blue magicka shot out and the four flew out and two hit a building and slid down and, another hit the ground and slid so far that he hit another building, and the last hit the water so hard that it shot up a spout higher than the guard tower.
The four warriors regrouped on the bridge with their weapons drawn, as did Seraph. The one that seemed to be leading them removed their helmet, and a wave of long, red hair came out of the helmet. "You're a woman?" asked Seraph to the beautiful Redgaurd woman. "Yes I am. You have proven yourself to us," she said, getting on one knee and lowering her head to him with the other three following. "You need not bow to me," said Seraph as she looked up. "I'll accept whatever services you offer, but other than that I'm no more your master than I am a woman," said Seraph. "Well you do look pretty feminine at times," said Omni as he and the others came walking onto the bridge. "At least I haven't had an attempt at love from a man," said Seraph while making a rude gesture to Omni.
"You guys are very powerful. Almost like divines or something. I especially like the higher ground warrior you summoned a while back," said Seraph as he sat down on the bridge and started rubbing a cut on his face from the fight. "Thanks. Wait. How did you know what it is?" asked the Redgaurd woman as she made a gesture towards the other three, which apparently meant they should remove their helmets, for they did. As they took off their helms one by one, Sango saw that one of them was a Bosmer girl, but taller than they should be, almost as tall as a normal imperial, the second was a high elf man with hair as black as his armor, and the third was a Nord man with a long, orange-ish beard.
"Well, we have to travel to Tel Fyr. So lets go," said Seraph, and with that they left by silt strider.