It took some days' worth of preparation before they were ready to go, as Zillia had said. 'Well, it was immediate as it can be in my circumstance. Instead of weeks, it took days.' Days before he is back to cross the continent in search of his friends, old and new, human or not.
Everything changed beyond his comprehension. Life took many unexpected turns, but he felt like everything was falling right where it needed to be. A bizarre adventure he had in a world many won't see.
Kyrie sighed. If the path towards the end was what mattered in the end, he got a lot of mileage out of his objective already.
"Well, why did you turn my claws into these things, anyway? Is this how you humans fight bigger foes? Turning our bodies into tools?" Zillia took him from his thoughts. While her words can be interpreted as mean-spirited and a jab at him, the intention behind them is dissonant.
