An unknown amount of time before.
Inside an ancient great hall with a large circular table standing in its middle, a single individual sat lonely on a chair, her colorful hair cascading down her slim shoulders akin to rainbows.
This individual was none other than Etia, Goddess of Rivalry and Contests, or shortly, Goddess of Games.
Whoosh!
While Etia was sitting in silence on a small golden chair with her eyes closed, suddenly a figure emerged from the shadows behind her.
"Have you found anything?"
The masked figure standing behind Etia, named Enas, slowly fell to one knee and lowered his head. Then, in a voice that was neither feminine nor masculine, it began to speak;
"My Master, he is back."
In that very instant as Enas' words fell, Etia's eyes snapped wide open and appeared before the kneeling servant with a face as serious as death.
"Where?"
"As far as I can tell, he is back to his world, Earth, my Master."
