"Do you two really have to go back now?" Watching as Mystia and Valyr stepped in front of a rift back to Veldanyr, Marcus had a look of sadness on his face as he glanced at the two. "Especially you, Valyr. Do you really have to go back?"
"I'm afraid so," said Valyr with a wry smile, getting an idea of what was going on in Marcus' mind.
After all, ever since he'd appeared in the Mystic Plane, the plane had grown both in size and strength by leaps and bounds, allowing Marcus' position as the Overseer to become stronger than ever before.
Even the fact that he'd sacrificed a bit of his strength to give Valyr an additional subclass slot already seemed like a thing of the far past, considering that Marcus had already recovered a portion of his strength back.
