When the fourth year in No Return Pass dawned on Damien, he received an interesting visitor.
The clones he left to take care of the battlefield found themselves unable to fight at all, because the forces that had been forming an unending stream for the past 3 years suddenly stopped coming at all.
It was only for a single day, and it was not by choice.
"Higher Nox have the ability to control Lesser Nox completely. Until someone higher than me breaks control, they won't attack."
This was the explanation given by that eccentric visitor.
And Damien…
Well, to be frank, he'd been expecting this one for a while now.
"You finally showed up, huh?" He said with a smile, summoning a table and two chairs onto the desolate plain.
"You knew?"
"Of course. You were left with nothing, after all. Even if you're smart enough to move forward on your own, you still started with nothing. You were bound to come here to find me eventually."
