Igna returned home, to Orin. Leaving the Shadows felt weirdly right, the people standing guard were competent and ready for the unpredictable. A sharp sensation hit; the portal vanished as the Rosespian cityscape ambered. Evenings were beautiful, especially if one were to stand on one of the many skyscrapers. April X133 said the calendar. '-I'm here,' he poised, sharpening the memories, '-the place's changed a bit. The expansion's grand, I feel great,' he watched from atop a Phantom-owned office.
"Young master, welcome."
"Welcome, young master."
He turned, turning the colder gaze upon intruding visitors, "-pardon?"
"My master," bowed entities shrouded in shadows, "-we request thy presence immediately."
"My presence?" he narrowed, "-Yui and Alta, is that you?"
"Yes master," they wore masks and seemed unwilling to part with the enchanted gear, "-I must ask for the small talk to be kept at a minimum," Alta pleaded, "-we need help!"
