Cassian's lips curled into a smile—a smile far better than his old, broken one—only to twitch when he recalled how Kyle had once told him not to smile since it was so ugly.
"That bastard… even now, still a pain…"
He muttered a curse or two, resolving to face Kyle in a duel once he found him. He knew he would lose badly, knowing Kyle's strength, but he still wanted to battle him.
Suddenly, noticing Osko and the elders in the Golden Hall of Light, his mood soured.
Grimacing, he turned to leave.
After Kyle vanished, the realm had largely returned to its usual state. Even the closed Bridge of Divinity had been reactivated six years ago. The same people still presided over the Golden Hall of Light, recording the identities of newly arriving Celestials. Even the ancient temple Kyle had destroyed was rebuilt—now more magnificent than ever.
