"I thought it would be a few months before you came back. How was the World's End?"
"Not great. If possible, I hope next time it will be your turn."
It was still that enormous dome, under the pitch-black night where stars were clearly visible. At the ancient round table, Arthur sat at one end, looking at the files on the table, while the man at the other end was talking to him.
"The sky and earth were an endless pure white, and there was nothing else but oneself. It's truly a lonely place, even the most optimistic person would feel despair there."
The man spoke slowly, carrying the exhaustion of the journey.
"What happened while I was away? I see our Knight Commanders are all heavily injured, and even the Sailing Dawn isn't in the dock."
"A lot happened; I thought you knew the gist."
