Back at the Soul Sanctum, the expression on Finn's face flickered slightly where he sat waiting, and his head turned towards the southern horizon.
"It seems someone's happy…" he muttered, a ghost of a smile flickering on his face before it disappeared. He had felt his Errant Sword surrender itself fully to Althea through his connection to it despite the distance. And that could only mean one thing…
She was about to fight someone very seriously.
Good. Everyone has started to move, then… he thought silently. The news was probably rocking the world already, and that meant he would begin to see the response he wanted very soon.
Finn remained seated on Ryuga's side, resting with his back against the dragon's black, coiled form. He looked like a king on a throne, waiting for his challengers to arrive.
I hope I won't have to wait too long.
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Continent of Aethelos. Outside the world tear.
