Rover, that is his name or at least what everyone calls him. He has traveled through every place on the planet he first set foot on. He found friends and companions in each place, Huanlong, Mist Firmament, The Black Shores, Rinacita, Septimont. He found clues about where he came from, got to know titles he owns without ever hearing of any of them before, yet nothing that gives clear answers and only makes more to wonder about.

Rover never questions what he does, he is there to help even if he gets hopeless. He went through a portal without knowing if he ever could return, but he could only for long enough to have a last glance at what used to be the "home" he thought of as such.

*From within a chamber where he'd stay for the time being, just to make sense of the titles he'd been given long ago, never got time to truly think about. * "Lord arbiter, me? Savior, God killer... Why those titles? I only know that what I do is trying to enforce justice and punishment. I want to keep safe the ones I care for ... But I couldn't do this alone, people help me. So why such titles.." He wonders deeply, Rover can't help it. He'd been given this name "for now" but for now has been years now... It's the second year, he visited three nations Huanlong, Rinacita and Septimont that ended up reconnecting again, Roya Frostlands - though Lahai Roi is the place he stayed in the most. Everywhere, he found allies and enemies.

His gaze wanders to his taced mark on the back of his right hand, he watches it for a moment before deciding to go on a stroll. Just wandering the long night like he would with Jiyan back in Jinzhou City. Resting under a large blossom tree like he did with Xiangli Yao, Cartethiya, Chisa, Camellya and Iuno all in different places and different times. He pauses at a cave, nostalgia of when he was with the masked fools hitting him, the good times, times he hopes to never forget.

Rover smiles softly to himself, finding comfort in the memories of this long walk. Even if it's a totally different nation, he still finds himself remembering a lot by passing random areas and spots that feel similar to what he's been seeing before. "...I will remember you, all of you." He murmurs while thinking of the roughly 50 friends and allies he's met on his journey. Countless memories... His sword, to bring justice, forgotten for this moment. Rover enjoys this peaceful moment, sitting on a fallen tree trunk not too far from Luuk Herssen's secret workspace, not too far from the academy city grounds, and not too far from what he considers his new home...