"My father..." Richie whispered with his mouth slightly open, kneeling on one knee towards Gray's relic, placing his hand on his chest, and attempting, with difficulty, to form an expression that seemed like a smile, yet resembled crying, "Whether you have left this world or not, I will honor your last wishes, take up your mantle, and continue your path. I will become what you hoped for, making this world into what you wished for."
Sarina and Delia stood to the side, eyes wide open, staring blankly.
Slowly rising, Richie stepped out of the door, proceeded to the balcony, and cast the flying magic, ascending into the air.
...
As both parties were geared up, ready to welcome a great battle, a voice echoed in everyone's mind.
"Uncle Bruto, Uncle Simon, and all the uncles and aunts. As the only son of Lich King Gray Gruggle, please let me handle this matter, okay?"
