Darkness engulfed him. It swallowed him whole while he smiled and embraced it, withering in the cold nothingness of the Nihility.

Acheron's slash should have ended him. It should have destroyed him, killed him.

It didn't.

A figure sits down at the bar, eyes down-cast as he orders a glass of whisky from the bartender.

You raised a nonchalant brow at the appearance of the hooded person. You knew it was him. The "representative" of the IPC, one of the Ten Stonehearts and followers of the Preservation. The last Avgin. And another one of the countless victims of that slash.

Aventurine. Kakavasha. One and the same. Now, he is but another lost soul, an Emanator of Nihility, chosen by IX, granted a second chance.

Lilic eyes meet yours.