For a moment, none of them could believe what they were seeing.
Caster—the same figure who had once appeared only as a hologram to explain Midgard—was now standing inside their new home.
In the flesh.
This time he wasn't wearing the long robe they remembered. Instead, he stood in a perfectly tailored black executive suit, a white tie resting neatly at his throat. His hair was pitch black, almost glossy under the light, and a thin chain with a small cross looped around his forearms like a bracelet.
Greg opened his mouth, ready to greet him—
But Caster moved first.
He rose smoothly from the couch, his presence instantly taking control of the room.
"Welcome to your new home!"
"Thanks," the boys answered in unison, their voices dripping with sarcasm.
Bray studied him carefully with suspicion in his everyword.
"Caster… right?"
"Yours truly."
Jamie's eyes remained locked on him,castor was one of the managers of Midgard.
One of the beings responsible for the games.
