Travis stood watching the Demonic Plane. It was in chaos, and war had spread across it.
He, of course, played a major hand in this happening. It had been the results of his efforts over the course of many weeks. Now the Demonic Plane was at a point of no return.
'Finally time to leave this place yeah?' -Abe
"That it is."
'What is your plan this time around?' -Lumen
"I. . ."
At the current point of the game he had achieved everything he could and more. Everything else in his agenda was more into the future.
He had laid his foundation, and now the only way was up. Just not yet.
"I can't repair you just yet, I'll have to find a way to enter the Holy Realm and convince them to repair you."
'I can do the convincing I'm sure!'
"The one who worked with the Abyss?"
'. . .'
"I'll have to wait for an opportunity, so I ask you wait a little longer."
'Well, this sure beats being put through more crazy experiments.'
'That's the spirit!'
