When Kyle read the diplomatic notice, he could only sigh. 'Of course. Oh well, whatcha gonna do? I already knew that something like this would happen.'
Kyle looked at the object hovering beside him with furrowed brows.
The object was a tiny dark-grey sphere, which was surrounded by a spiraling storm of fire. The fiery storm was moving at incredible speeds while emitting tremendous heat, but the sphere in its center was surprisingly cold.
'It's not done yet,' Kyle thought. 'I'm still missing quite a bit. Thanks to Death, I got pretty far. Most likely, I'm about 75% done, but that's also the most difficult part.'
'I won't be able to finish it within a century.'
