"Alright then. I'll help you with your little favor. At the very least, this old man will get to witness something amusing during the child's Ascension Trial."
Dravek's eyes lit up.
"A child with True Will and an impressive mind. How fascinating."
"Thank you for your—" Dravek began, but the Verge's form suddenly flared.
"The favor has been repaid. You may leave."
Dravek vanished before he could react, suddenly reappearing high in the skies of a planet wrapped in an endless blizzard.
Realizing where he was, he straightened mid air, and his expression snapped back into its calm, composed mask.
Without wasting another second, he sped off toward the planet's center.
…
An aged man with a flushed face sat at the corner of a rowdy bar. Littered on the table in front of him were a staggering number of bottles, all drowned and emptied into his bulging stomach.
The shouts and laughter from the men and women in the bar did little to pull the aged man from his thoughts.
