We had breakfast outside with the guests.
Several tables were pushed together, and an incredibly lavish spread was laid across them—more than enough food to feed a small army. The atmosphere felt strangely celebratory, considering the events of the previous day.
I retold what they had seen yesterday, offering a story that, from my military point of view, was an incredibly boring exercise in efficiency. Yet, my guests were all over the moon, hearing a firsthand account of an actual portal rip.
"I can't believe you got to be there," Tetsuya said, fantasizing, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and disappointment at having missed the action. "From the sound of it, we had no problem graying them, huh?"
I leaned back on my chair, my voice cutting through the momentary cheer as I shared the sobering news.
"Actually, that didn't happen. The portals all over the world remain white. There is more to come."
