"Abyron..." Vaelrath stared at him, his eyes red.
Abyron turned to the Dread-Eyed Lion and smiled. "Vaelrath... I never thought I'd see you again."
"Abyron..." Vaelrath's voice choked. "I searched for you for over ten thousand years."
"Ten thousand years..." Abyron gazed up at the sky.
"Did we survive the catastrophe?"
Vaelrath shook his head, his expression heavy.
"Once the Stage Mythic fighters appeared, even those at Stage EX were wiped out. The entire world was shattered. Humanity suffered catastrophic losses, and only a small number of survivors were carried into other worlds by the spatial turbulence."
Grief filled Abyron's face.
It took him a long time to regain control of himself. Finally, he managed a faint smile.
"It's all right. At least we're still alive."
"Yes." Vaelrath nodded, his eyes still red.
"How did you find me?" Abyron asked.
"I didn't. He did." Vaelrath turned toward Ethan.
Only then did Abyron notice Ethan standing nearby.
