"Welcome back, Bright Storm," said the dark humanoid with a deep bow. It didn't quite sound like a formality this time, like it did previous times when Skullius came to the Severed Union.
"I don't go by that name anymore," said Future Skullius, all four of his hands slotted into the pockets of the nimbus jacket. "I never did, really."
"Sure, you didn't," commented Aurolio with a shake of his head.
Future Skullius waved his hand at the dark humanoid and it allowed them to pass through the barrier that obscured the location of the Severed Union. It felt like forever ago when he last came here. Well, to him, it might as well have been forever ago.
Elita lingered on the black humanoid which kept staring at them. Only after the others had started getting too far ahead did she follow.
She reached Future Skullius' side and nudged him.
"What is that thing?" she asked.
