An amethyst portal shimmered open beneath the blinking stars.
Out of it stumbled Azriel, his right hand missing, supported by Celestina.
Vergil followed, silent and distant, while Solomon emerged last, just before the portal vanished behind them.
Celestina and Vergil, still in a daze from what had happened, blinked at Solomon, the one who had created the portal.
Azriel, his expression tight, finally spoke.
"...You actually fought him?"
Solomon grinned.
"It's a long, funny story. I'll tell you another day."
The one he referred to was the Nebula King—Caleus' father.
Azriel nodded, curiosity gnawing at him, but he glanced at Celestina and Vergil, concern clouding his gaze.
'They've been silent ever since Zoran's death... Their first taste of something like this. Of course, they're not thinking clearly.'
It wasn't just them.
Everything that had transpired today was also a first for Azriel.