"Named Johnathan?"
"You know him?" Gabriel questioned, suppressing his curious heart as much as he could. He wanted to go back and scream to Xylena and Xavia that Sylvester was back, but this matter took precedence.
Sylvester nodded but didn't elaborate. "Lord Inquisitor, Aurora, and Julius. Stand outside when this man comes. Gabriel, you stay inside with me. Let this be a minor example of what the true 'Gods' are able to do with a fraction of their power."
Immediately, the three Guardians left the office. Alone, Sylvester took a seat, calling Gabriel to do the same. They didn't talk, knowing it'd be a waste since that little moment wasn't enough to satisfy their questions.
Eventually, a knock came from the door.
"Send him in," Sylvester ordered.
The door opened, and an old man with white hair and beard entered. His clothes were more accustomed to this world, at least. With a wrinkled face and sharp eyes, the man exuded the energy of a hunter.
