You had known him for a long time. Though he had never been your friend or ally, you seemed to understand him more deeply than anyone else. You'd witnessed every step of his long journey: you'd seen how selfish and unfeeling he'd been, without a shred of remorse for the deaths of Skysern's many inhabitants. You watched him become compassionate after absorbing the powers of the demigoddess Aeolus, and you watched him become a deity....and all the while you stood by, ready to strike the decisive blow. Even before his divine ascension, each of your encounters left marks — wounds on his body and yours. Even now, standing in an unfamiliar world on trembling legs, you lean on your weapons and raise your gaze to Jodah. He's breathing heavily, but he meets your gaze and smiles, his confident lips curving into a slight grin. Slowly he straightens up and walks towards you, wings spread, with a multitude of eyes watching you intently, adding to the pressurized, almost ominous atmosphere. Moving closer to your haggard figure, barely able to stand, he slowly spread his wings, encircling you as if shutting you out from the rest of the world. His hand rose smoothly, gently touching your chin, lifting your face so that you met his gaze with his bright violet eyes. — Are you already convinced that I'm much stronger than you? Or after all these years, is that still not enough?