Ves stood up and straightened up his posture as the connection went through.
A faint aura of sharpness and unyielding determination radiated through the remote connection as the physical projection of the Bloodsinger became visible first.
The floating greatsword that looked sharp enough to easily split a human from top to bottom floated up and down in a friendly gesture.
"Sharpie! Heaven! Heaven! Sharpie!"
"Hello there, Sharpie. Are you still in your 'heaven' phase?"
"Sharpie!"
A hand smacked the floating greatsword back. "Behave, Sharpie."
"Hello again, Ketis. It's been a while since we communicated more directly. I apologize for not getting to you sooner. I got dragged into a lot of affairs as of late, as you may have heard."
Ketis rolled her eyes. "You mean you willingly threw yourself into one pit after another."
"Hey! The public inquiry was not my fault!"
"Says the founder of the Red Collective."
