It was wholly unnecessary, it felt. Though he hardly knew the man, nor understood him for that matter, he knew at the very least, involving the citizens of Lethrunia was not his prerogative.
'What the hell happened to him in that puddle? He's completely different–this is bad. Wait…Isn't this perfect? I came here to make my name known, to be a hero to Lethrunia–this wild jackass just gave me the platform I needed!' The idea spontaneously erupted in the young man's mind.
All of that assumed one thing:
He would not die, right then and there.
In just the short time he had let his thoughts surface, he found himself looking down upon the city, which became a distant land as his back welcomed the clouds just shortly above him.
"Licht!" The shout tore from his throat with all of his might.
