After all the fragments of memory dissolved into streaks of golden mist, Liam and Aesmirius found themselves once more atop the boundless expanse of the Aether. The radiant cosmic sky shimmered above them, its glow soft yet immeasurable. Aesmirius sat slouched upon his towering throne as his expression remained unbothered, regal yet detached, his golden eyes resting lazily upon Liam, who stood a few paces away on the glimmering marble floor.
"Well," Aesmirius said calmly, his voice echoing faintly in the ethereal air, "now that I've shown you all that needed to be seen, the rest is up to you." He leaned back in his throne, crossing one leg over the other. "Leaving this domain of mine, I mean. You do know what to do, yes?"
Liam didn't bother to hide the impatience in his tone. "Yeah, I know. Don't need you to spell it out for me."
