"You are the one we've been waiting for, Seven," Mitra suddenly claimed with a relaxed expression, caressing the leaf in his hand. "The man that embodies the very concept of evolution. With us, you will reach far beyond what you are now–past the Fulminare, even."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm on a mission here–I'm not working for you lunatics," Seven boldly rejected, facing the figure now with readied hostility.
Mitra's smile didn't fade, though he shrugged as if dismissing his hidden frustration, "It can't be helped. I hoped I could convince you with words, but it seems you'll need to see the truth with your own eyes."
The man in pale robes snapped his fingers following his words, though it brought the young man's gaze upward as he felt a presence quickly descending. Between himself and the stranger, a towering figure landed on both feet.
