With a level up, the wounds and exhaustion on his body cleared, bringing his equipment to rebuild itself on his body as the absence of his coat was returned. As he stood there, waiting for himself to be returned, a light splash in the shallow remnants of the ocean caught his attention.
"I knew this day would come. It still hurts to actually see it, though."
"Huh–?"
Finn looked over, finding himself standing beside the man he had just plunged his dagger into. What he discovered immediately is that the wound he left on Sirius was gone–no, there was a scar there, though it made no sense. Even if the God of Heroes had the ability to heal, the ["Art of Dying"] would've bypassed that.
He immediately gripped the handle of his dagger, taking a step back with caution, though the careful response only brought a light chuckle from the man.
"Don't worry. No hard feelings," Sirius said. "You're probably wondering how I'm alive, aren't you?"
