Confronted by Heine's question, the Mad King pondered for a long while.
Just as he was about to answer, the Soulfire suddenly fluctuated oddly a few times.
"Someone is coming."
He said.
"What?"
Before Heine could react, the figure in front of him suddenly expanded, and the pale green flames engulfed him completely, then both of them disappeared without a trace.
The grey mist writhed and converged once more, to be replaced by the illusions that were there before—
The graveyard, the forest, the small cabin.
This time, there was nobody inside the cabin, only the crackling of the fire in the stove could be heard.
Soon, four figures arrived one after another, gathering in the small courtyard in front of the cabin.
"Ian?"
Recognizing who it was, Olaf approached excitedly, but after taking a couple of steps, he suddenly drew his Battle Spear.
"Are you really Ian?" he asked hesitantly.
Ian frowned: "I was about to ask you the same question."
