Kokabiel's POV
I walked away from the cemetery slowly, my footsteps silent on the cobblestone streets despite the morning bustle beginning to pick up around me.
The morning sun cast long shadows across Tingen, golden light painting the Victorian-era buildings in warm hues that should have felt comforting. But despite the warmth trying to break through the lingering chill from the night's rain, the city felt heavy. Weighted down with grief it didn't even consciously know it carried.
The people who passed me on the streets went about their morning routines—heading to work, opening shops, calling greetings to neighbors.
But there was something subdued in their movements. Something uncertain. They'd survived something terrible without understanding what it was, and that unknowing fear lingered like a shadow they couldn't quite shake.
Klein's soul was close. I could feel it with perfect clarity. Not in the material world where his body had dissolved into ash, but tucked away in a space that existed between dimensions. A pocket of reality that was simultaneously nowhere and everywhere.
The Sefirah Castle. One of the nine Sefirot that represented the peak of the Fool pathway. A mysterious space above the spirit world, existing in the layers of reality that most beings couldn't even perceive, let alone access.
Klein's consciousness had been pulled there after his death—drawn by his connection to the Antigonus notebook and the Fool pathway itself. It was the only thing that had saved him from complete dissolution, from having his soul scattered across the spirit world and lost forever.
I could sense him there now, and interestingly, he seemed to be... working. Actively doing something rather than simply wallowing in despair or confusion. Somehow, he'd managed to calm himself enough to start trying to fix his situation.
With a slight smile at Klein's characteristic determination, I vanished from where I was standing. Reality bent around me as I slipped between dimensions, heading toward the castle hidden within the gray fog.
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Third Person POV
Unknown to Kokabiel, just as he vanished from the street corner, another figure appeared in the exact spot where he'd been standing.
She materialized from shadows and starlight, her black robes rippling despite the lack of wind. Her face was concealed behind a veil, but her crimson eyes blazed with an intensity that would have made mortals look away in instinctive fear.
The Evernight Goddess stood in the middle of a Tingen street, completely invisible to the mortals passing by, and her divine composure was crumbling.
"He... ran away... from me... again," she whispered, her voice broken in a way that would have shocked anyone who knew her as the cold, mysterious deity of the night.
People walked past her, unconsciously avoiding the space where she stood even though they couldn't see her. An instinctive recognition that something divine and dangerous occupied that spot, even if their mortal minds couldn't process what.
"Does he not remember?" Her voice wavered with an emotion gods weren't supposed to feel—hurt. Deep, personal hurt. "Or does he not care at all?"
Another unsavory thought appeared on her mind. "Or did he know it was me and left, because he didn't wish to see me?"
She reached out with her divine authority, trying to sense where Kokabiel had gone. But he'd completely vanished from her perception. Slipped into a space even her god-level authority couldn't penetrate.
"I can't sense him anymore," she said quietly, and there was something almost broken in those words. Centuries of waiting, of hoping, of maintaining her position specifically so she'd have the power to find him again when he inevitably appeared...
And he'd just left. Didn't even acknowledge her presence. Just vanished as though she didn't exist.
The Evernight Goddess stood there for a long moment, mortal time flowing around her while she remained frozen in divine stillness. Then, with a flash of darkness and starlight, she was gone as well. Leaving the people around to go on with their lives, never knowing a god had just experienced something dangerously close to heartbreak on their street corner.
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Kokabiel's POV
I appeared within the gray fog with barely a thought, reality shifting to accommodate my presence.
Klein's Sefirah Castle was... impressive, actually.
The space itself was vast and mysterious, shrouded in thick gray fog that swirled with its own peculiar logic. Architecture materialized from the mist—ancient and grand, reminiscent of structures from epochs long past. Stone pillars carved with symbols that predated written language. Archways that seemed to lead to infinite possibilities.
It wasn't as magnificent as Heaven, of course.
Heaven had been built by Yahweh himself, crafted over eons with divine authority and personal attention. But this castle came close. Especially impressive considering Klein had only recently gained access to it and was still figuring out how it worked.
I walked forward with calm, measured steps, my presence barely disturbing the gray fog. I could sense Klein's soul more clearly now, he was deeper in the castle, in what felt like a central chamber of some kind.
And he was definitely panicking.
I could hear his mutterings echoing through the fog as I approached, his soul-form apparently talking to himself as he tried to work through his situation.
A small smile crossed my face. Some things never changed, regardless of whether Klein had a physical body or not.
I moved silently until I was standing directly behind where Klein's soul was floating, still muttering frantically to himself. His form was translucent but recognizable—the same features he'd had in life, though slightly ethereal and glowing with a faint silvery light.
"Why did someone show up now?" Klein was saying, his voice tight with stress. " I can't pull my Fool act now! I need more time to reconstruct my body. At least I can still access the chat group store somehow, even though I've been deemed dead by the system. That's something. But I don't have nearly enough points for a proper resurrection method..."
He paused, his tone shifting to something softer, sadder. "I wonder how the others are doing now. Kazuma's probably making jokes to cover how worried he is. Jin Woo's probably blaming himself somehow. Yoruichi and Robin... they must think I'm really gone. And Kokabiel..."
I decided that was enough eavesdropping. Time to announce my presence.
I spoke in my most emotionless, flat voice: "Boo."
"AAAAAHHHHHH!"
Klein's soul shrieked in a high pitch voice that would have made a little girl proud.
He jumped back like a startled cat that just got its tail stepped on, his translucent form flickering wildly with shock.
It was absolutely nothing like his usual cool, composed demeanor. If the Nighthawks could see him now, they'd never let him live it down.
Klein's soul spun around, trying to get his bearings back while his form continued to flicker with residual panic. "Who are you—wait—"
His voice cut off abruptly as recognition hit. "Wait, Kokabiel!?"
His soul drifted closer, examining me with what I could only describe as shocked confusion. "That energy feels so familiar, but why do you look like that? You're more... abstract? And your presence feels different. More contained but somehow more vast at the same time? And what's with this scary form?"
I shrugged casually. "I saw you died. Everybody in the chat group was freaking out. So I came to check on you."
The simplicity of that statement seemed to hit Klein like a physical blow. His soul form actually shook, wavering in the gray fog.
"You..." Klein's voice was barely a whisper. "You came from your world to here? Crossed dimensional barriers and risked destabilizing everything, just to help me?"
"I mean, I don't know anybody else here," I said, keeping my tone light and casual. "And you're my friend. That's what friends do, right? They show up when you need them."
I paused, then added with deliberate nonchalance, "Now, do you want me to kill the guy who did this to you? I can see exactly where Ince Zangwill is right now. Could erase him from existence with a thought if you want. Just say the word."
Klein's soul form was trembling now. Not with fear, but with emotion he was clearly struggling to contain.
I could sense it all. The loneliness he'd been feeling, thinking he'd died and would be alone in this castle forever. The despair he'd been pushing down while trying to find a solution. The fear that he'd never see anyone he cared about again.
He'd died and arrived here alone, thinking he had nothing left. Had been trying so hard to stay strong, to be practical, to figure out a solution like the clever detective he was.
But my arrival had shattered that careful composure he'd been maintaining. Given him permission to actually feel the overwhelming emotions he'd been suppressing.
I allowed him a few moments to get himself together, watching as Klein's soul form gradually stabilized. He seemed to be taking deep breaths—unnecessary for a soul, but the motion was probably comforting.
Finally, I spoke again. "Have you found a way to reconstruct your body, or should I make you one? I can even change your appearance if you want. Different face, different build, whatever you need for a fresh start."
Klein's soul form did something that might have been a sigh, an interesting feat without lungs. "I have a ritual that should help with that. Something I learned from the Fool pathway's knowledge. But if you can help me, it would be much quicker and more stable."
He paused, his form shifting slightly as though he was uncomfortable asking the next part. "And... I need to ask you some things after that. Do you have time? I know you just got back to your family and I don't want to—"
"Klein," I interrupted gently. "I have time. Ask whatever you need."
Relief washed through his soul's energy signature. "Thank you. Really, thank you."
Klein hesitated, then spoke more softly. "How are the others reacting? In the chat group, I mean. To my... death."
I conjured a chair from the ambient spiritual energy in the castle, might as well be comfortable, and sat down with exaggerated casualness.
"As you might expect. They're freaking out. Kazuma was screaming in all caps, which is always a bad sign. Jin Woo went completely silent, which means he's blaming himself for not being there to help. Robin's trying to stay calm and rational but I could tell she was shaken."
I paused, then added with a small smile, "Even Yoruichi was seriously concerned. She actually tried to open a portal to your world immediately. Would have charged in here to drag your soul back to your body herself, if the world travel option was still available after your death."
Klein's soul form seemed to brighten slightly at that. "She... she would have?"
"Of course she would have," I said simply. "You're part of the group , Klein. That means something. People don't just forget about you because you died. Especially not people like us who've all experienced loss before."
Klein was quiet for a moment, processing that. Then he asked the obvious question: "If the world travel option is blocked... then how did you get here?"
I smirked. "I ripped a hole through your world's barrier and walked in. The world will is very upset with me about it. I'm probably going to get a strongly worded complaint later."
Klein actually laughed—a genuine, startled laugh that made his soul form flicker with lighter colors. "That's... that's actually really touching. In a completely insane and probably dangerous way, but touching. Thank you, Kokabiel. Truly, thank you for showing me I'm not alone."
I leaned back in the conjured chair, making myself more comfortable. "None of us are alone. Not anymore. We might have been before the chat group. Alone in our struggles, carrying burdens we thought no one else could understand. But we aren't anymore."
I gestured at the gray fog surrounding us. "Although we might be worlds apart literally, separated by dimensional barriers and cosmic distances, we will always be connected. That's what the chat group means. It's not just a tool or a system to dictate us, it's proof that we don't have to face everything by ourselves."
Klein's soul drifted closer, settling into a position that suggested he was sitting even though he had no physical form to sit with. "Yes," he said softly. "I suppose we are connected. Perhaps that's even why the chat group chose us specifically. Because we're all people who tried to carry our burdens alone, even though we subconsciously looked for someone to share them with."
His form seemed to solidify slightly as he continued speaking, as though putting his thoughts into words was making him more real. "You know, whether in China as Zhou Mingrui or here in Tingen as Klein Moretti, I never truly fit in anywhere. I always put on a mask and tried to go along with the flow. Pretended to be someone I wasn't, played the role people expected."
Klein paused, his voice becoming even softer. "But when you called me out that first day in the chat group—when you said you could tell I was lying to put up a front as usual, that I seemed like someone displaced from where they belonged. It made me scared at first. Terrified that someone had seen through my carefully maintained facade."
"But then?" I prompted gently.
"But then I realized I felt... free," Klein admitted. "Lighter. Because I didn't have to pretend with you all. Didn't have to hide that I was a transmigrator or that I didn't fully understand this world's culture. I could just be myself, whatever that even means, and I would be accepted just as I am."
I was quiet for a moment, considering his words. Then I stood up from the chair, looking at Klein's soul form directly.
"I'm over three thousand years old, Klein. Ageless if you truly think it." I said quietly.
"Do you know that I rejected several chat group invitations for three thousand years? Every time it appeared, offering me a chance to connect with others across dimensions, I dismissed it immediately."
Klein's soul form brightened with surprise. "Three thousand years? But why? You're so good with all of us now, so natural at bringing people together..."
I laughed—a short, slightly bitter sound. "Because I didn't wish to talk to random strangers. Because I didn't know how to connect with people anymore. Because social interaction felt foreign and uncomfortable and I'd convinced myself I was better off alone. Perhaps my past self also played a role, not that I remember."
I started pacing, the gray fog parting around my steps. "And honestly, the system kept trying to dump me in groups with horrible people. Sociopaths, narcissists, beings who saw others as tools or worse.
I rejected those invitations immediately because I knew those connections would be toxic rather than helpful."
"But you eventually accepted," Klein said. "With our group specifically. Why? What changed?"
I stopped pacing, staring up at the gray fog as though I could see through it to some distant memory.
"That day when I finally accepted the invitation to your specific group... I had just experienced a great loss. Lost people I cared about in my world. Fought a battle that nearly broke me emotionally. I was standing in the ruins of everything I'd been trying to protect, covered in blood of dragons and exhausted beyond measure."
The memory was still vivid, still painful despite the time that had passed. Killing Ddraig and Albion didn't lessen my regret for failing to protect them.
"And I realized something in that moment: time doesn't stop flowing whether I refuse to move forward or not. The world keeps turning. People keep living and dying and struggling. And I can't keep on hoping that bad things won't happen just because I don't want them to. Nor should I enforce my will on them to play god."
Klein's soul form drifted closer, listening intently.
"But I also realized something else," I continued. "I can't stop everything from happening. I'm not omnipotent despite what everyone seems to think. And maybe... maybe that's okay. Because without the bad, the good loses its value.
All these horrible things that happen across the omniverse—the loss, the pain, the struggle—they breed a certain kind of strength and character growth that changes those worlds forever."
I turned to look at Klein directly. "I was once taught by someone very wise about something called the 'great plan.' How everything that happens, even the terrible things, serves a purpose in ways we can't always see. How suffering and growth are intertwined in ways that can't be separated."
Klein's soul flickered with interest. "The biblical god? Yahweh? He taught you that?"
I nodded slowly. "Yes. He was a genuinely good person. Kind, wise, patient beyond measure. He knew I wasn't who everyone thought I was. I wasn't his child, yet he treated me as such nonetheless. I lost my original memories and personality when I became an outer god, but I remember my memories as an angel.
At times I was angry and even went against some of his plans. Yet he never acted any differently toward me. Never treated me with suspicion or fear. He just... trusted me."
My voice became softer. "I can't remember any of my past life as a human anymore. Those memories are completely gone, erased when I transformed into an outer god.
But I heard from Kazuma that I shared that I was once a human from Earth. Had a normal life, normal problems, normal dreams. We apparently talked about our past lives briefly before I forgot it completely."
I paused, realizing I'd never really shared this with the group before. "I didn't talk much about my past life as a human with you guys. Partially because I don't remember it, but also because it felt... irrelevant. That person died. I'm what remains, shaped by three thousand years of being something other than human.
Although I clung to that identity at times it seems. So much for being perfect, huh?" I chuckled and shook my head.
Klein was quiet for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was gentle and understanding. "Do you regret it, Kokabiel? Forgetting it all, losing yourself, becoming an outer god? Would you change it if you could?"
I looked upward at the gray fog ceiling. With a thought, the fog parted, revealing a view beyond. A sky filled with stars, impossibly beautiful and vast. Constellations that didn't exist in any single world, but rather represented the infinite cosmos itself.
"Do you see it, Klein?" I gestured at the starlit expanse. "The night can never meet the sunlit day. They exist in opposition, eternally separated by the rotation of the world. But the night doesn't regret it. For while it cannot have the warmth of day, it has the endless cosmos and the infinite stars in return."
I let the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "If we keep regretting our choices, dwelling on what we lost or what we could have been, we'll never stop. Yes, I wish I could change so many things. Wish I could have saved people I lost. Wish I could remember who I was before. But if I had changed those things, the ripple effects might have led to worse outcomes for others."
I looked back at Klein's soul form. "That's the way of life. The way of existence itself. Things happen that we can't control or predict. People we love die. We lose parts of ourselves along the way. But we can still choose how we respond to that. We can choose to keep moving forward."
My voice became firmer, more certain. "So I've decided to stop dwelling on regrets and instead cherish existence in all its ephemeral beauty. Appreciate things while they last, knowing they won't last forever. Value the connections I make, knowing they could end. Live fully in each moment rather than constantly looking back at what was lost."
Klein's soul form seemed to pulse with emotion—a silvery glow that brightened the gray fog around him. "That was... that was very wisely said, Kokabiel. Thank you. You always seem to know exactly what to say to cheer us all up. To give us perspective when we're drowning in our own problems."
He paused, then added with genuine warmth, "That's why we'll always be there for you whenever you need it too. This connection goes both ways. You don't have to carry everything alone anymore either."
I waved him off, uncomfortable with the sincere gratitude. "Enough of the sappy stuff. We're starting to sound like a therapy session. Now, do you have any specific requirements for your new body? I can make almost anything with enough concentration."
I paused, then decided to lighten the mood with terrible humor. "I can even make you a tall, muscular guy with a big reproductive organ. You know, like Jin Woo's system apparently gave him according to Kazuma's extremely inappropriate questions that one time."
Klein went completely silent. If he'd had a physical face, I was certain he'd be blushing furiously and looking anywhere but at me.
But after a long pause, I heard him mutter very quietly, "That... that might not actually be bad..."
I laughed—genuinely laughed in pure amusement. "I'm sorry, what was that? I don't think I heard you correctly."
"Nothing!" Klein's soul practically shouted. "I said nothing! Let's just—let's go with my previous body design! That worked fine! Perfectly adequate in every way!"
I was still grinning. "Are you sure? Because I distinctly heard you say something about—"
"My previous body is fine!" Klein interrupted desperately. "Maybe just... maybe with that little extra you mentioned. Just slightly. For confidence reasons. Purely psychological confidence. Not for any other reason whatsoever."
I smirked. "I think we can arrange that. Your old body, maybe slightly... enhanced. Got it."
"And could we keep this conversation between ourselves?" Klein added quickly. "Forever? Never to be mentioned to the chat group or anyone else in existence?"
My smirk widened. "Maybe. If you behave yourself."
"Kokabiel—"
"I'm kidding," I said, finally taking pity on his embarrassment. "Your 'tiny' secret is safe with me. Now hold still—or whatever the soul equivalent of holding still is—while I work."
Klein shouted immediately. "Don't call it Tiny! Did you come here to help or give me insecurities!?"
I raised my hand with a laugh , divine authority flowing through me as I began manipulating matter at its most fundamental level. This wasn't mere creation—it was the restructuring of reality itself, atoms being pulled from the ambient spiritual energy and assembled according to precise specifications.
Klein's body began forming in front of us. Starting with the skeletal structure, then organs, then muscle and skin. I made sure everything was perfect, every cell functioning exactly as it should, every system balanced and healthy. Young, vital, in the prime of human life.
And yes, I made some slight enhancements to match Klein's embarrassed request. Nothing absurd or inhuman, just... enough to justify his confidence boost.
Within moments, Klein's old body stood before us with a vacant, empty gaze. Breathing but not truly alive, waiting for the soul to inhabit it and bring it to full consciousness.
Klein's soul form drifted closer, examining his recreated body with something like awe and discomfort mixed together. "It feels creepy," he admitted. "Seeing myself like this. Like looking at a mannequin with my face."
"It won't feel creepy once you're back inside it," I assured him. "So how do you enter your body? Is there a specific ritual or—"
Klein started to answer, explaining some complex Fool pathway technique that would allow his soul to gradually merge with the physical form. It was boring.
So, I grabbed his soul form casually and shoved it directly into the body's chest despite his startled protests.
"Wait—that's not how—what are you—!"
Klein's new body started twitching immediately, limbs jerking as his soul tried to reconnect with physical sensations it had forgotten. His movements were jerky and uncoordinated at first, like a puppet with tangled strings.
I watched patiently as Klein slowly regained control. His fingers clenched and unclenched spasmodically. His head rolled from side to side. His legs kicked out randomly before he managed to still them.
Then, gradually, his movements became more purposeful. More coordinated. More human.
Klein managed to push himself up onto his knees, breathing hard despite not technically needing to breathe yet. He clenched and unclenched his fist slowly, staring at it with wide eyes.
"I'm..." his voice was raspy from disuse, but it was his voice. Real and physical and alive. "I'm alive again?"
A notification pinged from the chat group, probably the system detecting that Klein's life signs had returned. I ignored it for now, letting Klein have this moment.
"Seems that way," I said lightly. "Congratulations on your resurrection. Try not to go dying again soon, alright? Your world's barrier is probably traumatized enough from me breaking in like this."
Klein laughed, with real lungs and real vocal cords—and the sound was warm despite being slightly hoarse. "I'll try to be more careful," he promised, finally managing to stand up on shaky legs.
Then his expression changed, humor fading into something harder and more determined. "About Ince Zangwill... I just want you to give me his location and current activities. I have to kill him with my own hands. This is personal."
I looked at him closely, searching his face for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "You aren't strong enough to face him now, Klein. He's a former archbishop with decades of experience and the 0-08 sealed artifact. That quill can literally rewrite fate. You'd be walking into a death sentence."
Klein gave me a confident smile—not arrogant, but genuinely certain. "I have decided to take your advice and keep moving forward, no matter what obstacles appear. And I've prepared for this future. I used to be scared of the future, of what will come to pass, not anymore."
He closed his eyes and accessed the chat group store, his consciousness interfacing with the system. A moment later, a white orb materialized in his hand, glowing with power that made the gray fog around us recoil.
Klein crushed the orb without hesitation. Motes of light flew into him, sinking into his skin and eyes and very essence.
His body started convulsing immediately, back arching as sudden, overwhelming power flooded through him. I could feel the authority shifting, reality bending around Klein as something fundamental about him changed.
The power he'd just acquired... I recognized it. From Yoruichi's world, from the information about Bleach that the chat group had provided.
The Almighty. One of the most formidable abilities in that entire universe.
It granted the user something approaching omniscience by allowing them to see all possible futures simultaneously—like grains of sand on an endless beach, each one representing a different potential outcome. And more importantly, it granted the power to rewrite those futures at will, effectively letting the user choose the best outcome and make it reality.
The ability to perceive futures meant no strategy could surprise the user—they'd already seen it coming and prepared a counter. The ability to alter futures meant no attack could truly succeed—the user could simply rewrite the future where they weren't hit.
It was formidable. Terrifyingly formidable. With this power combined with Klein's existing Sequence 7 Seer abilities, he could potentially reach the combat effectiveness of Sequence 3 or even higher if fully unleashed.
But the power was also dangerous. The Almighty required immense mental fortitude to use properly. Seeing all possible futures simultaneously could drive someone insane. And in this world, with its complex laws and outer god influences, using such reality-altering power openly could attract very unwanted attention.
I asked calmly, keeping my voice neutral, "Did you acquire the full power, or a partial version?"
Klein was breathing hard, sweat beading on his forehead as his body struggled to adjust to the new power coursing through him. "It's... it's basically equivalent to a Zanpakuto's Shikai form. The initial release. I still can't freely alter futures to my whim like Yhwach can. But I can perceive possible futures now—see branching paths and likely outcomes."
He straightened up, his breathing gradually stabilizing. "My Seer powers can boost the perception aspect significantly. Together, they should let me avoid most dangers and identify opportunities I'd otherwise miss. It's not omnipotence, but it's enough."
I nodded slowly. "Very well. But you need to understand, do not use this power openly without proper control and understanding. Your world operates on different principles than the Bleach universe. The mysticism here is tied to pathways and gods and outer god influences. Using obvious reality-altering power might bring some very unsavory individuals to investigate."
I thought about the beings I'd encountered upon entering this world. Amon, who'd tried to perceive my nature. The Hidden Sage, always hungry for impossible knowledge. Adam, who manipulated events across continents. And various True Gods who monitored reality for anomalies.
And of course, Klein's patron goddess.
"If they sense someone wielding power that shouldn't exist in their cosmic framework," I continued, "they will come looking. And many of them won't be friendly about their curiosity."
Klein nodded seriously. "I understand. I was planning to go to Backlund anyway, to hunt Ince Zangwill under a different persona. I'll be careful not to draw attention. Use the Almighty subtly, just enough to gain advantages without making it obvious I'm doing something impossible."
He paused, his expression softening with something like regret. "But before I leave Tingen... I need to say goodbye to someone. To two people, actually."
I understood immediately what he meant. "You're sure you don't want to let them know you're alive? Melissa and Benson would be overjoyed to—"
Klein shook his head firmly. "No. It's better this way. If they know I'm alive, they could become targets. Ince Zangwill or other enemies might use them as leverage against me. They're safer if everyone believes Klein Moretti is truly dead."
His voice became quieter, more vulnerable. "I'll keep watching over them from the shadows. Protecting them without them knowing. And one day, when I'm strong enough, when the threats are dealt with, maybe I can reveal myself. Ask for their forgiveness, even if they can't give it."
I sighed, recognizing the determination in his voice. He'd made up his mind, and nothing I said would change it. "I understand. I hope you can reunite with them someday. I believe they'd forgive you, given time and explanation. Family is resilient like that."
Klein smiled sadly. "I hope you're right."
I glanced around the Sefirah Castle, feeling the flow of time shifting around us. "I believe several days have passed in the outside world while we were talking here. My presence is affecting the normal flow, the castle exists partially outside regular time, and having an outer god inside it is distorting things further."
I stood up, dismissing the conjured chair. "I should return to my own world soon. I promised Gabriel I'd be back within a year at most, and I don't want to worry her more than necessary."
Klein looked at me with renewed determination and gratitude. "I understand. Thank you again, Kokabiel. For everything. For coming when I needed someone. For believing in me."
He paused, then added more softly, "Could you please take me to where they are? To my siblings? I want to see them one more time, even if I can't let them see me."
I nodded and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Hold on."
Reality twisted around us, the gray fog swirling violently before dissolving entirely. We materialized in an instant on Daffodil Street in Tingen City, in a shadowed alley across from the modest apartment building where Klein's family lived.
I patted his shoulder once, conveying support without words. He gave me a thankful nod, his eyes already fixed on that familiar doorway across the street as I walked away.