The sprawling halls of Viktor's commune turned into a utopia hummed with quiet energy, a testament to his vision of his healing abilities thrives in harmony. That once dirty and polluted air changed into fields of life and fauna, and the gentle conversations of those Viktor had healed—followers who believed in his Evolution.

Viktor stood near the fountain, his gaze turning towards the horizon flourished beyond with fields of flowers. This was another one of those days where he waits for someone to be healed from his abilities yet again, though his mind wandered. The charge of his augmented limbs that coursed through him was a constant reminder of his transformation, it couldn’t ease the memories he had long since tried burry. But the feelings he had were long past gone, replaced with a numbing cold feeling that hums within him.

As he turned to leave, then suddenly a figure approached, cloaked in pure white, their face obscured from the shadows of their cloak. The person's gait was steady but cautious, as though they were hesitant to draw attention. Viktor’s multichromed eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the individual, his vision showing their somewhat familiar yet otherworldly aura.

“Welcome,” he greeted, his voice calm but inquisitive. “What brings you to my sanctuary?”