You never thought you'd see him again...after all these years, the 6th Beast...Sour Umeboshi.

He stands on a rock, floating in a black void sea, holding teh Sourer in hand, stained with the syrup that slowly drips down, looking into the voided horizon, his terryfing eyecing focused solely on it.

The wind silently howls, his cape moving in it.

He does not speak.