A Good Man

The sky of the Ultimate had been lit up. The music theory of Scepter was produced from within, and just its aftermath alone was enough to turn the pitch-black sky into a turbulent ocean. All of the musicians were rudely awoken and they all began to look up.

"What a crowd." Naberius was standing on the tip of the broken clock tower as he looked towards the south. "What a pity that we can't join in something as big as this. Can't we just go closer?"

The androgynous youth stood behind him quietly. Upon hearing what Naberius said, he shook his head. "For your safety, this is the furthest we can go."

"They can kill me?" Naberius asked.