Rizki couldn't believe his eyes. "Anwar? That guy?" He squinted at the young Qillin in the distance. "No way, it's really him!" He couldn't help but facepalm, utterly baffled by this unexpected twist of fate.
Regaining his composure, Rizki noticed that he was clutching a glass of non-alcoholic champagne in his right hand. The god's voice thundered, proclaiming, "We shall welcome four more heroes to join our quest."
Rizki raised his glass with a sly grin, declaring, "To Acra's future!" The others chimed in, clinking their glasses together. He savored a hearty sip before casually setting the glass down on a nearby table.
His attention shifted back to the Qillin. "Why in the world was he summoned? Did that gang finally catch up to him?" His mind raced with questions as Faye tapped him on the back. "You okay, Rizki?" she asked, concern in her eyes. Liora joined in, saying, "You look like you've seen a ghost!"
