"I guess I'll be visiting the Beast Plane sooner than expected," Ethan chuckled, a ripple of nostalgia washing through him like sunlight over old stone. His mind drifted back to the first wild surge of power when the system awakened, to the trials that carved his bond with each Spirit Beast, and the final campaign against Luciel, where those very bonds turned the tide.
One hell of a ride indeed.
"Well… you would've gone there sooner or later," the Grimoire of Order remarked, drifting alongside him. "It is part of your inheritance, after all."
Ethan nodded, stretching his senses outward. "Mm. Let me bid the others farewell first. I can't keep it waiting."
A subtle golden light unfurled from his body — warm, silent, sovereign.
In the next moment, he vanished from the garden.
...
The mansion buzzed with life.
