"Ok yeah, your family's DEFINITELY something we need to keep an eye out for..." Solomon would comment as they'd enter, quickly trying to make themselves a bit stronger. The Sorcerer himself would be using the Bookmark more, seeing its patterns and flipping through the pages of the Gigas, all to see what would match. It wouldn't be long before he found a clue as to what it was, seeing what looked to be a tree in one of the pages, lining up the bookmark and seeing that such markings were ingrained in the passage.
Keter.
Chokmah.
Binah.
Hesed.
Such words were unfamiliar to Solomon, yet he was keen in trying to cast them. As he tried, however, he noticed that such energy wasn't leaving yet, implying they may be locked away for the moment. Meanwhile, Stolas and Zazel would work through the passages of the Ars Goetia, with the former using such stars to try and mimic the Goetia demons in terms of appearance, and the latter inserting the sigil to grant the copy such a style it once had, trying to create a synergy with the two so he can use with his own Stolas later. Harvard, lastly, would be going through his cards, as well as himself, letting his body grow and shift to the Nuckelavee, seeing the sharp changes from the Devil of the Sea with its long arms and jagged mouth, adapting it into him over and over until it becomes a natural part of his form. "Yeah....To think they met him before...Wonder what happened to that guy?" He'd ask aloud.
"Well he's on a Tapestry nowadays so, I can safely assume he's DEAD."
"Okay, but what are the chances he just comes back as a Ghost or something?"
Zazel paused his reading as he heard Harvard's question. "He DOES have a point. Ghosts exist here. He's gotta have some unfinished business, right?"
"Even if he did, what would that business even BE? Can't be something as broad as 'Helping the whole world' y'now. Guy would basically be in Limbo on Earth if that happened." Solomon retorted, as he see the other names of the branches:
Malkuth.
Netsah.
Hod.
Yesod.
"Good question..." Harvard would start, his limbs growing back as he'd try to check his other spells in his deck, casting three of them at a small enough level: A Seal that was quick on taking in his Lesser Monsters, absorbing them, his arms strained upon taking them in. A Copy of such a seal in the form of a cartoonish cat, quickly transforming into it to take in more, though still carrying its damage due to the raw energy. A Book that quickly expanded its reach, slowly using the Lesser Monsters as its basis to make such a story. The last of such spells would've caused an entire change in scenery, quickly making the Card Magician cease it before any further damage was made. He'd shorten his arms again and took a deep breath, keeping his deck steady. "...I'm gonna head to sleep, if that's okay. I'll try to learn some more stuff in the morning." He'd be quick in reaching for his hammock, the blanket covering his body, the light in the room dimming, as he'd close his eyes.
As he drifts off, his mind echoing such thoughts away, Harvard would begin to dream. The sea once more washes him, a figure just inches against his face. A lean body, three heads perched on its neck, a man, a woman, and a mannequin. Robes were visible on the three, one they all shared. Such a robe depicted a Yamato-e of a figure sailing a river against a monster. Their Eyes and Mouths glowed white, an open maw and vacant sight that merely gazed at him while the tide crashed against each other. They don't make any sound, only the small breath that escapes from their mouths, shapes flashing against the empty sockets to entice the child further, to push his curiosity more. Despite such a horrid sight, the boy merely looked up at the figure and tried to reach out for its hand. As he did, it would smile, reaching out in the same manner, taking him somewhere, walking amidst the roaring ocean. As they walked across its black waters, the boy would begin to hear rain, thunderbolts coming down and lighting the pitch darkness away. The more he walked, the more lost he felt. The figure would eventually let go of his hand, as something would begin to rise. A massive monster, taller than the mountains, larger than his own beasts he could summon. Nothing was visible in the night, only its white, shining eyes on its round head. It merely stared at the boy in silence, its lifeless vision vacant enough to make the boy back away somewhat. The smaller figure simply approached the monster, allowing it to raise its hands and grab the three headed figment, lifting it, before slamming it straight down, a tidal wave that pushed Harvard off. The waves were too high to avoid, and he was somehow bolted down into the waters. All the child could do is brace for its impact.
His body jolted and nearly had him off of his hammock once he woke up.
He'd breathe heavily as he'd look around, trying to see if he was still in the water, coming back to his senses and letting his vision catch on that he's in his room again. "A Nightmare..." He'd mumble to himself, taking a deep breath as he'd try to sleep. Just as he drifted off again, a window would open. A figure was peering through it. Only blank, rainbowed eyes were visible on the person, as it looked around the room. It would be quick to find Stolas, seeing its recording, listening to what sounded like a tune. A strum. A string tugged to play a small, perfect note.
"There it is....The song for Heaven..." He'd whisper. "....My passageway to see the light again. I'm going to see it once more...!" With no time to waste, the figure would snatch away the tape, switching it with a different one, one that made sounds of the sea and its birds that squawk and caw on his ears. The figure escapes out of the room, lifted away as he closed the window behind him.