Spada looked around the Raftel. Her fearless heart was racing, pounding like hammer to steel.
Her heart throbbed so loud she couldn't hear anything.
Until the wind from the east blew past her.
Her torn trenchcoat fluttered.
A dark purple mist suddenly engulfed the island, blocking everyone out.
Then it settled down, a white-haired man trapped in his youth was sitting on a boulder near the shore.
He was holding a purple bident with a crimson diamond in between the two prongs, linked by streams of lightning.
"Isis, my dear olden soul."
The man turned to La Spada, puffing his cigar.
"I've waited forever. And now here we are. Through and through another lifetime."
[La Spada] “Yes, mah’ dear. I’m here.
[La Spada] “Kuhahahahahaha!”
The two of them sprinted like two souls lost in space. Two comets traversing the universe ever so gallantly. Grand rendezvous it became. Halfway, they raised their arms wide open.
[La Spada] “Morrow-chwan!”
"Isis!"
And they lived happily ever after
Fin