"What the actual fuck was that…?"
Rael cursed as he watched Trickster erase or whatever the hell that was to the countless divine beings.
Meanwhile, completely ignoring Rael's dumbfounded state, Trickster moved with purpose. The shadow of his body split, moved toward Winter's corpse and Eidolon, while the real him appeared casually in front of Rael.
"So… my dear successor, ready to have a chat?"
He spoke lightly, followed by a childish chuckle, then snapped his fingers as a table and two chairs materialized between them.
He gestured for Rael to sit as he took one of the chairs himself.
Rael didn't protest as he sat down and asked directly, skipping any greeting or hesitation. "How exactly are you here? And what the hell did you just do?"
The Trickster chuckled. "Slow down a bit, my dear successor. First, tell me, what will you have? Tea? Coffee? Or something spicy?"
