Jonas was not an ethical man.
At age 18, the Seven Day War was still a year away.
That was when Shelan had found him.
On a passing mission through Scadrial to obtain a power, Shelan had recruited Jonas, trained him.
Given him a spike.
Then, he promptly trapped him in a cadmium bubble, that was set to deactivate in several years.
He had been let out around the end of the 16-year peace, but 17 years was a long time. Not in the bubble, though. In there, a year had passed.
Well, you taught me how to do this, Shelan. Jonas thought, placing a new spike, claiming a new power.
"Interesting. More Pewter, I guess."
He downed another vial and tested the Elsecaller fabrial he had obtained prior.
He appeared in a dark place... There was no sun...
Oh, wait.
That was the Fiend's foot.
Jonas was crushed to death promptly, though the Fiend would limb laboriously on that foot for a long while.
***
Zaren blasted himself across the city. Dozens of little lines guided him, and he landed in the control room of the Fiend.
"Hi."