Within the white fog that obscured Sandman's vision, a conversation was taking place.
"Hmm… I smell a familiar scent. Regard, is that you?" A booming masculine voice echoed within Max's consciousness, it took his strong will to not immediately collapse.
Gritting his teeth, Max replied. "No, it's me, Max."
"Hmm, Max?... Oh, you are Regard's brat. You dare to summon me?... How did you do it?" The booming masculine voice asked, somewhat surprised by Max's answer.
"I merely provided the Ordena and conduit to complete the summon, another person is responsible for the connection."
"Who is it?"
Mal chipped in. "Hey dad, how you been?"
"Huh, Mallard, you brat, did I not tell you to not bother me unless it was a life or death situation against a vastly stronger adversary?" The owner of the voice seemed slightly annoyed.
"I know you said that and I remember everything else you said but right now, Max and I need your help." Mal quickly explained.
