Prologue 2

A blonde man in his late 20s walked up to a giant glass panel. He had a glass of red wine in his right hand, which he held up in celebration.

"Long time no see, everyone. It's been an adventure, hasn't it. Our little friend group has gotten pretty successful, hasn't it. I mean, Mr. Hotshot actually got a girlfriend, 2 of you are married, one of the is the most successful inventor in the multiverse, and 3 of you are magician on the 7-Point Hunting Team. Doesn't it all feel like a dream?"

Hidden under his left pocket was a ring on his middle finger, glittering even though there was no light exposed to it. And on it, a single white gem, pure, and white, as snow. Yet deep within, there was a danger that no one could have foreseen. Unless they already did.