[Years Later]
"We've been at this for some time now, Legris, and it's getting old."
All three members of the group stood amidst a distraught field, with corpses and destruction trailing the landscape for miles on end.
Stefan and Ciel had been waiting for Legris, and he just appeared from his black portal, a smile fixed on his face and the light fragment in his grasp.
He had almost opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by the only female in their midst, and harshly for that matter.
Ciel was currently seated on a shimmering golden surface, seemingly made out of Magic. She no longer had her white veil on, and her outfit now consisted of a golden embroidery that went with her white gown and scarf, but she appeared as divine as ever.
A scowl tainted her flawless face, and her golden eyes seemed to brighten with annoyance. She was clearly not in the best of moods.