The world was still adjusting to its newfound peace. The Rift was gone, reality had been rewritten, and yet—Kael found himself staring at a sight so absurd, so completely ridiculous, that he almost wished the world had stayed broken.
Standing before him, adorned in flowing crimson robes embroidered with golden symbols of questionable meaning, was a man who exuded an air of unshakable confidence. His extravagant golden hat was almost offensively large, casting a shadow over his smirking face.
The man pointed dramatically. "My new member! Let's go!"
Kael blinked. He stared. Then blinked again.
His eye twitched. "…So this is what Ethan did."
Somewhere, in whatever celestial battlefield Ethan had vanished to, Kael could feel his old friend laughing.
"You have got to be kidding me," Kael muttered, rubbing his temples. "This is a joke, right?"
