Emir's vision cleared as he slipped back into the material realm, the slum lights below cast shadows up to meet him.
He took a deep breath, glancing around to get his bearings, and the sounds of reality settled around him like a familiar, heavy coat.
As expected, he was back on the same rooftop, only instead of being under the rubble, he was above, at the only point where it had yet to fully collapse.
It was all thanks to Mr. Player of course, and he made sure to note that, appreciating him with a smile and wave.
Whether he could currently see him or not didn't matter to Emir, it was the gesture that mattered.
He wasn't one to be ungrateful to those who helped him with no request in return.
After doing that, his face turned ice cold and he looked at the distance where Judas was a few seconds ago.
