City center, rooftop of a certain tall building.
The short black-robed figure, who once conversed with Professor Vito in an alternate space, stood at the edge of the rooftop, his hood blown back by the wind, revealing a face of indeterminate age.
His hands rested on the railing, body slightly leaning forward, his gaze passing through the gradually regrouping mist over Wudu, landing on that giant circular cloud hole.
The edge of the cloud hole was smooth as a mirror, the azure sky laying bare within it, like a perfect blue circle cut out with a compass on a gray canvas.
He looked at it for a long time.
Suddenly, he laughed, a deep admiration reflecting in his eyes.
His eyes narrowed into two arcs, with even two shallow dimples appearing on his round face.
