Right on queue, just as Darius laid Jin-Woo's vessel down on the evergreen clifftop, Monja too came through, leading Christopher's soul telepathically through the labyrinth, known as the Inbetween. The soul took hold of Jin-Woo's vessel and settles in. The body stirs into a sitting position.
Darius: *He smooths down his leaf-colored wings, a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.* It seems we've arrived just in the nick of time.
Monja: *She steps forward, her gaze fixed on Jin-Woo's body.* Christopher…?
Fate steps in between the two soul-swapped bodies. Christopher looks at his body, while Jin-Woo stares back at his own, both feeling completely awkward.
Fate: *A sly smile plays on her lips.* Hold out your hands and place your palms against each other's. I'll do the incarnation that'll reverse the soul swap.
The twins started chanting in an ancient script unfamiliar to the human ear. Destiny and Fate stood hand in hand, their identical wings unfolding in time. Their expressions unreadable.
Christopher: *He hesitates, glancing at Monja before slowly extending his hands towards his own body.* This feels… strange!
Jin-Woo mirrored his action, his eyes narrowed in thought. He could feel the faint thrum of magic surrounding them, an unsettling sensation he couldn't quite place.
Jin-Woo: *He glances at Monja, a soft smile forming on his lips.* Monja… I'm… *He looked away briefly.* Thank you!
Monja: *She shook her head.* You don't need to thank me… thank you for taking so good care of a vessel that never belonged to you.
In a flash of bright light, the two souls inhabited their own vessels, again. The soul-swap reversed. Christopher gasped, taking in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling the familiar weight of his own body. Jin-Woo blinked, his expression equally stunned. The world seemed sharper, clearer. He could feel the power within him, humming beneath his skin. But the moment of relief was fleeting. A low growl echoed through the air, and a shadow stretched across the clifftop. Marc materialized from the darkness, his eyes fixed on the three subjects which should've been his if they haven't outsmarted him. A sinister smile spread across his face.
Marc: *He lets out a low, menacing chuckle.* You meddling fools might have won this time… but this is far from over. I will return when you least expect it… mark my words!