The elites of Sky Palace, the Dragon, the Destroyed, the Buddha, and the Demon were still waiting outside of Metal World. Two months had elapsed by now, and they had yet to see any of their Marquises return. As each new day passed without any sign of their students, their moods became darker and darker. They were finally beginning to settle on the painful acceptance that their people might never come back.
"Some... something is coming out of Metal World..." murmured a Dragon that had been keenly watching Metal World.
As he spoke, everyone else began to react, as well. The elites that were waiting outside of the planet inched closer, staring intently at the magnetic storms that shrouded the surface of Metal World.
Someone emerged from the clouds. One... two... and then there were more. The dots emerging from the clouds continued to grow until they resolved into familiar faces.
"Dragon Eight! It's Dragon Eight!" a Dragon King screamed.
