The second Jason locked eyes with Ardyn, he knew he was in trouble.

Well, okay, understatement of the century. In trouble was parking in a no parking zone. In trouble was running out of money for the month a week before you got paid. In trouble was that sneaking suspicion you forgot to lock your apartment.

Jason wasn't in trouble. He was in deep shit.

Why hadn't he been expecting this? He knew on some level that he would be facing Ardyn at some point or other, but fuck him if he had absolutely no idea how to handle this situation. It was just, he thought he would have more time. He thought back hard, mind racing a mile a minute trying to remember the first time the guys interacted with the literal final boss of the game. He couldn't quite recall, but he was dead certain that this is not how it happened.

Unfortunately for him, his time to think was over.

With alarm, Jason noticed the world leeching of color, Ignis' and Gladio's skin paling to a facsimile of death as they fell completely still. The canyon about them muted into a dull grey until the only color Jason could see was the bright red of Ardyn's hair and the unnerving white of his smile. Jason froze. Had he done this? Had he recognized Ardyn as a threat and stopped time when he fell still? But no. There was no telling pull of Jason using his powers. Then what…?

The answer came with a steady pressure of malice mounting from the man in front of him. Jason couldn't move as Ardyn took a sauntering step forward. Jason resisted the urge to blink hard as Ardyn's image blurred strangely, a dark static following in his wake. It was unsettling, like watching fingers drag through an oil slick, the miasma following the man's form in swirling waves of black. Fear sparked hard in Jason's chest as the man moved towards him.

"Well, well, well. What have we here? What manner of creature glows so brightly in the dark?" While the smile remained, Ardyn's tone was anything but friendly, dark voices overlapping with his own. Golden eyes, so unreasonably bright in the dim light of the stagnant world, narrowed as if staring into the sun. Jason still couldn't bring himself to move as Ardyn sauntered closer, haloed by his dark aura.

It was only as Ardyn came within reaching distance of Ignis, who stood just in front of Jason, that Jason realized he was the only thing standing in between Gladiolus, Ignis and this creature. Or at least he would be if he hadn't been cowering behind the stronger man while the daemon drew nearer. With a surge of adrenaline, Jason wrenched himself from his stupor and stood in front of Ignis, feet planted firmly on the ground and arms held to his sides at the ready, though his hands trembled with nerves.

Ardyn's eyes widened a fraction as he came to a stop, smile sharpening into something dangerous. "It moves," he breathed. "It resists my magic."

"Back off," Jason growled, though he winced as his voice broke tellingly.

Amusement sparked in Ardyn's smile and he tilted his chin back tauntingly. "My, my, full of surprises, aren't we." He took a step forward deliberately and Jason stumbled back, feeling himself brush against Ignis' chest and forcing himself to stop, cursing at his own cowardice but knowing he stood no chance against this man. Mocking laughter bit into him and he grit his teeth as a surge of anger had him glaring into the man's taunting eyes. It was without bite though, and Ardyn knew it.

"No need for that," Ardyn chuckled, lifting his hands in surrender. "I'm not going to do anything untoward, I promise."

Jason scoffed. Sure. That's what they always say. Ardyn's words were a direct antithesis to his aura, which spiked and swirled around him in malignant waves. If Jason could have put an emotion to it, it would be 'unbridled anger'. Ardyn shrugged before placing his hands behind his back. He was moving again, circling around Jason's side. Automatically, Jason put himself between Ignis and Ardyn once more. Something dangerous and smug glinted in Ardyn's eyes at the protective gesture and he stopped. Lighting fast, he grabbed ahold of Jason's arm and jerked him forward.

Jason stumbled with a gasp, then cursed as the grip dug into his arm painfully. Instinctively, Jason reared his other arm back to counter, the now familiar surge of magic spiking through his limbs, only for a percussive force to knock his fist back. With a cry, he felt his arm fall to his side in painful numbness, useless, eyes clenching tightly shut in agony. "Now, now, enough of that. I just want to get a good look, pet, I assure you." Ardyn spoke gently, but there was nothing gentle about the harsh grip that dug into his upper arm, so forceful Jason could no longer feel his fingers, much less move. Jason's eyes snapped open as Ardyn's other hand grabbed his jaw roughly and turned his face towards him.

Jason froze in fear as he found himself much closer to the man than he ever, ever, wanted to be, close enough that he could smell the foul odor of wrongness on his breath and see the black pit of his soul in his ambre eyes. Worse than that though, Ardyn's aura crowded in around them, licking against Jason's skin in an almost physical caress that left black smudges against his tanned flesh. Jason gasped harshly as the corruption burned, eating at him and growing about them until the darkness was all he could see. Darkness, and the malignant glow of Ardyn's eyes. Panic clawed into Jason's limbs and burned from his center, animal instinct bringing him beyond the point of reason.

No, no, no, no, NO! Get off, get away– "STOP!"

Light surged from Jason, brighter than anything he could even imagine after even this short few moments in the dark. Something heavy shifted in his chest and sparked through his limbs, electricity manifesting around him and banishing the burn marks on his skin. Ardyn flinched back with a hiss, withdrawing several paces as his aura withdrew into his body. Just as quickly as it came, the light receded back into Jason's core and the young man gasped, falling to his knees as a trembling fatigue shook his limbs. He gasped for air loudly, gripping his middle and finding it hard to draw breath.

"Oh," Ardyn breathed, slowly standing straight from his defensive position and eyeing Jason with keen interest. "This is interesting. How on earth did the fool prince manage to summon a Messenger?"

Aaaaand there was that word again. The fact that Jason hadn't even brought it up himself, whether by his puppet master or his own volition, just brought home the fact that 'Messenger' was Jason's assigned role in all of this. If he wasn't so unreasonably exhausted, he would jerk harder at the figurative leash he could feel tightening about his neck. As it were, all he could do was breathe and hide his weakness from Ardyn.

Experimentally, Ardyn raised a hand and gestured at the air, barely wincing as bright sparks burned his hand badly, blackening his skin. "Hm. I wonder what God is protecting you. Curious." He considered Jason's hunched form critically before shrugging lightly. "No matter. It seems like I have rather overstayed my welcome." The air crackled threateningly in response and Ardyn grinned. "I will take my leave. I meant to play, but it appears my game was given away. Seems we'll just have to play another day, though I daresay the game has...changed."

Within on blink and the next, Ardyn was gone. Jason shuddered a gasp and gripped the dirt in front of him. Wind swirled around him, cooling his overheated skin as life leeched back into the world in a rush of light and sound. Jason looked over his shoulder blurrily to check on Ignis, but found his vision failing. So he closed his eyes and just focused on breathing. At this point this exhaustion was familiar. He knew it would pass, even as bitterness for it's reason coated the back of his tongue.

"What the devil?" Ignis exclaimed in alarm from behind him. Gladiolus cursed from somewhere ahead.

"Where'd he go?!" A loud curse, and then the insistent crunch of gravel came to Jason from somewhere far off, and then work roughened fingers were against his skin, lifting him from his slumped position. He fluttered his eyes open to find Gladio's concerned gaze inches from his own. "Jason? What the hell happened?" he growled too loudly, and Jason flinched back from his angered tone and stern frown, too tired to school his reaction. Something dismayed flashed behind Gladio's eyes as Jason pulled away as if burned, and he backed off. A warm reassuring hand on Jason's shoulder calmed Jason and he leaned into it, recognizing Ignis' touch. Gladio's expression closed off as he stood, watching steadily.

"Jason, can you hear me?" Ignis said calmly, and Jason nodded, his senses coming back slowly.

"Yes," he rasped, pushing himself up and leaning back on his knees. He winced as that heavy something shifted in his body like a physical thing before settling back into nothing. "I'm fine. Just–tired."

"What happened?" Gladio asked again, but this time his tone was quieter, more subdued.

Jason eyed him carefully, scanning him for any aggression and finding none. A knot of relief eased a bit and he relaxed. "Ardyn Izunia," he said, nodding to the area where the man had stood, noticing for the first time that all evidence that he had been there–including the car–had vanished. Not surprising.

"The Chancellor of Niflheim?" Ignis said skeptically, eyeing the area as well.

Jason sighed. "Yeah. The big bad himself." He cursed lowly. "Didn't think he would show up so soon," he muttered, almost to himself.

"What do you mean, the 'big bad'?"

"I mean, the boss of the game."

"What, him?" Gladio scoffed lightly, but even that had Jason's back up, prickling with annoyance.

"Yes. Him. He came to mess with you guys." Another wave of dizziness had Jason groaning lowly, rubbing his forehead to stave off the headache he felt coming. "He's the Starscourge."

He could see every line of disbelief and shock in Gladio's face, the man subtly biting his lip to no doubt hold back from discounting Jason again. Jason was starting to wonder why in the hell he bothered telling them anything, frustration burning him from the inside out. Something must have shown on his face, because Gladio's shoulders relaxed, a subtle shifting in his mein. "Okay," he said simply, slowly. "Okay."

Jason blinked in surprise at the acceptance, then frowned suspiciously. That was too easy. He didn't trust it. As if reading Jason like an open book, Gladiolus sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "We can discuss the details later. You say he's dangerous, and I believe you. Right now, we need to find Noct and Prompto."

It wasn't perfect, but Jason would take it. "Okay," he parroted before attempting to get to his feet. His legs still shook, but the fatigue was passing. He shook out his limbs roughly, ridding himself of the final vestiges and feeling himself settle back into normalcy. Belatedly, he realized that Ignis' steadying hand was still resting on his shoulder lightly, as if waiting for him to collapse once again. He regarded the man carefully, remembering how he stepped in front of him before. It warmed him to see that concern in Ignis' eyes, and he smiled faintly, cautiously. "Ignis, we've got to stop meeting like this."

Ignis' lips twitched at the joke, but he didn't comment. He withdrew his hand slowly, ready to intercede if Jason needed it. "Are you alright?"

Jason nodded slowly, though whether he actually was was another matter. His body seemed to be doing alright now. Him though? He really just wanted a long, scalding bath. He could still feel Ardyn's hands and corruption all over him, and the thought made his whole body shudder. "I'm fine. We should get moving."

He strode forward purposely. He didn't want to think about it. Not Ardyn's hands, not his mocking gaze, not his unsettling words. He just wanted–he wanted–

Soon enough, he heard the crunch of Gladio's and Ignis' boots following him. Neither man said a word to him, for which he was grateful. He focused inward and concentrated solely on calming down.

They walked for a few hours in silence, or so Jason assumed. If he'd looked back, he would have noticed the silent conversation going on between Ignis and Gladio, too many significant looks exchanged. But he didn't care. There was only one face he wanted to see, one voice he wanted to hear. So he kept walking forward blindly.

The game's changed...the game's changed...He shook his head, nervously pushing it back. Not now. He can't handle it right now...

"There's a haven ahead," Ignis finally broke the silence. With a jolt, Jason came back to himself and glanced around. Sure enough, a haven appeared just around the bend in the canyon. It was hard to tell from this distance, as they were still about a mile off, but it looked occupied, smoke drifting from its center.

"Is it them?" Gladio said, straining his eyes to see that far. Jason squinted as well, spying two figures dressed in black.

"Sure looks like it," Jason answered, though he couldn't be certain. As they watched, one of the figures began jumping up and down, waving his hands erratically in their direction. A well of relief flooded through Jason, almost enough to send him to his knees. But he held his ground, feeling that he'd made enough of a fool of himself today.

"Undoubtedly," Ignis agreed, smiling at the display. "It appears they received our message." They could hear shouts now, familiar voices drowned out by the ever constant wind. The three picked up their pace, fatigue forgotten in their excitement to reunite with their missing friends.

Soon enough, they reached the edge of the haven, Noctis and Prompto jumping down to meet them. Prompto verily bounced in excitement, a complete one-eighty of the upset Jason had last seen him in. Noctis was more subdued, a small smile playing at the edges of his lips. Though both men looked a bit worse for wear, their clothes covered in dust and dark stains, neither seemed injured aside from the rust of blood flaking on their skin and in their hair, already healed.

"Guys! You made it!" Prompto shouted. Jason edged away as he watched the blonde go from one man to another, reminding Jason sharply of a wolf cub greeting his pack after a long separation. He smiled quietly to himself at the image. Almost immediately, Ignis strode to his prince and began fussing over the shadow of blood in his hair, slapping Noctis' protesting hands to the side when they tried to stop him. With a resigned huff, Noctis allowed it, grunting as Gladio gave him a firm slap on the back. Gladio ruffled Prompto's hair and the blond pulled back playfully.

And then Prompto's blue eyes met Jason's. A complicated swell of emotion swept through Jason like a wildfire; relief, worry, and echoes of the terror he felt when he thought Prompto had been killed. Without even realizing what he was doing, he strode forward and engulfed Prompto into his arms. Something sharp and painful inside of him relaxed.

"W-woah, haha! You alright, buddy? It's good to see you, too!" Despite his surprise, Prompto's arms came up easily enough to embrace Jason and pat him comfortingly on the back.

Jason huffed a laugh, squeezing harder. "You don't even know the half of it." Prompto was alive, and he seemed so much better than the haunting images Jason had imagined after the explosion. Better than that, he was back with the only man in this dumb universe that actually listened to Jason and believed his words and actually freaking cared. He pulled back, smiling fondly at the light flush on Prompto's cheeks, and flicked him on the forehead. "I thought I'd lost you there, for a bit."

Prompto scowled, rubbing at his forehead before his face lit up again with a shrug. "Nah, man, it takes more than a cave-in to take me out!"

Jason laughed. "So I see." Prompto's eyes widened for a split second before he joined in, rubbing at his nose before shoving his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

"Ahem," Ignis called, breaking the moment. Both men startled, remembering that they weren't alone. Jason winced, noticing for the first time that all three of them were staring at him and Prompto. He snuck a glance at Noctis, afraid he'd ticked him off again, but the prince's face was a blank mask. Without a word, Noctis turned away and climbed back onto the haven. "I do believe it's time for lunch, gentlemen," Ignis said with a smirk.

"Foood," Prompto groaned dramatically, slumping and wrapping his arms around his stomach. "Iggy, you are a god."

Ignis pushed his glasses up his nose with a sniff, smile teasing the edges of his mouth. "Does that mean you volunteer to help?"

"Eh-hehe. You bet, Iggy." Prompto practically skipped up the incline, Ignis following at a more subdued pace.

Jason just stood there for a moment, staring at a vague point between his feet. The relief at finding Prompto alive and well was quickly being dimmed by the reminder of his discord with Noctis. That, on top of the remaining tension from his altercation with Ardyn, made food the last thing on his mind. He sighed heavily.

"Hey." Jason's head snapped up, finding Gladiolus still standing there, studying him steadily. Jason shifted nervously beneath his gaze. After a moment of silence, Gladio jerked his head over his shoulder, "You coming, or what?"

"I-uh. Yeah." Jason nodded, walking past Gladiolus and giving the man a wide breadth. He thought he heard a sigh, but it was too windy out here to quite tell. Must have been his imagination.

He walked onto the haven to see the rest of the guys moving about the camp stove busily. Well, Ignis was. Prompto gestured wildly with a couple of bowls while Noctis stood against the table next to the animated blond. The taciturn man was smiling–not just the usual smirk, but an actual warm tilt of his lips–and standing just a little too close to Prompto to be entirely platonic. Jason narrowed his eyes, wondering what had happened between them to warrant such closeness. The last time he had seen Prompto, after all, was right after Noctis had practically disparaged his entire existence.

"—and then this huge freaking spider daemon popped out! It was super creepy with a woman's torso and spider body," Prompto shuddered visibly. "I thought we were done for!"

"Oh?" Ignis said indulgently, busying his hands with cutting vegetables.

"Yeah! But then Noct was like," he lowered his voice in a comical imitation of his best friend, "'Tch, I'll take this thing out in no time' and I was like 'Oh, yeah, prove it'! And then–"

"And then we killed it," Noctis interjected before the blond could get too excited.

"Aw, Noct! I was just getting to the good part!"

"Sure you were," Noctis said playfully. "If it were up to you, we'd be standing here all day."

"Rude."

"And?" Ignis prompted. "Was your venture successful?"

With a smug look, Noctis held his hand out and summoned a huge axe, holding it easily aloft with one hand, though it looked like it weighed fifty pounds, easy.

"Nice," Gladio said, spinning one of the campchairs about and slouching into it. After a brief moment of hesitation, Jason eyeing the three remaining chairs, the weary man slumped to the ground instead. He sighed in relief as he finally got weight off his aching feet. Gladio raised a brow, but didn't comment.

Noctis grinned back at Gladio, but his smile faltered as his gaze passed over Jason. He dismissed the weapon in a flash of blue. Jason tensed as the camp fell quiet save for the wind and the sizzling of cooking food. Prompto shifted nervously, staring at Noctis pointedly. Noctis glanced at him before pursing his lips. With a sigh, Noctis shifted to his feet, turning to face everyone in the camp.

"Look, I–" Noctis scratched the back of his head. "I know I've been kind of an ass lately."

"Kind of?" Gladio scoffed. "I'm half surprised you didn't start pissing to mark your territory."

"Gladio, please," Ignis groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Prompto covered his mouth in a vain attempt to hold back a snort of laughter.

Noctis narrowed his eyes but didn't rise to the bait. "As I was saying. I've been under a lot of pressure lately, but that's no excuse. I've treated you and Ignis badly. I'm sorry."

Ignis and Gladio stared at the prince impassively for several moments. Finally, Gladio nodded. "Spoken like a true prince," Ignis said, pride coloring his tone.

A ghost of a smile returned to Noctis' face, warmth softening his features, but Jason only felt cold. He looked away, staring into the ever burning embers of the enchanted campfire. It wasn't like he'd expected anything different of course. It was–good. That Noctis apologized to his friends. He'd been pretty awful to them. Jason forced himself to ignore the miasma of negative feelings inside of him, thinking of the positive. Whatever had been bothering Noctis seemed to be resolved.

It was a good thing.

A soft clearing of a throat had Jason coming out of his thoughts, surprised to find a pair of feet standing not a few paces from him. He looked up, startled, to find Noctis standing over him awkwardly, avoiding his eyes. "Jason."

"Uhm. What?" Jason ventured cautiously.

With a click of his teeth and a resigned huff, Noctis sank down to sit across from him on the ground, though his camp chair was only an arm's length away. The prince couldn't seem to find a place to rest his eyes, gaze flicking back to Jason and then away just as fast. Jason almost spoke, but whatever seemed to be making Noctis nervous was shaken off with a deep inhale. When the prince looked back up, it was a steady gaze and determined set of his jaw that did not back down. Jason almost began to see the prince he remembered from the end of the game, the one who emerged from the crystal. He shook off the imagery, focusing on the here and now. "I've behaved poorly," Noctis said formally, to Jason's unending surprise. "I took out my grief and confusion on you when you didn't deserve it, and for that I apologize." His blue eyes glinted with unforeseen sincerity, and Jason gaped, leaning backwards in surprise. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

Luckily, he didn't have to say anything, because the prince wasn't done. "Messenger or gamer or whatever, you've been trying to help from the start and all I've done is yell at you." Noctis ran a hand through his hair, shaking loose a bit of dust. "I don't know if you still want to come along, but I thought I'd officially ask. I can't guarantee that we'll be able to find a way for you to get home, but I'm willing to try. Will you come with us?"

The other three were staring at them, but Jason paid them no mind, shocked. "You–" he cleared his throat. "You'll just let me leave? If I didn't to want to? I'm free to go?"

Noctis nodded.

"Even though I could drain you?"

Noctis winced. "I'd appreciate it...if you wouldn't do that."

A slow smile began to widen on Jason's face. He really meant it. He would let Jason leave, was showing him trust, even after everything that'd happened. "...Yeah. Okay. I'll go with you guys." Not like he would have even considered for a second leaving. He'd already decided. But this. This felt nice.

Noctis nodded, a ghost of a smile passing over his own features. "Hey, Noctis?" Jason said, smirking. "I'm glad you didn't die."

"Erm. Thanks?"

"It would have been a pretty pathetic end for the supposed hero. Would totally kill the ratings."

"Hey, now!" Noctis chuckled, leaning back on his hands. "I'm a five star character!"

"Nu-uh," Gladio interjected, sitting on the ground as well, a steaming plate of food in his hand. "If anyone's a rare," he grunted self assuredly. "It's me."

"Well, I have the coolest DLC," Prompto piped in, sitting next to Noctis and handing him a plate. "Right Jase?"

"Er–" Jason said noncommittally.

"Don't mind him," Ignis dropped beside Jason gracefully, looking unfairly composed for one who was sitting on the hard stone ground, and handed Jason a plate of something delicious. Ignis paused for effect. "He's just envious because my DLC is clearly superior."

"Wha–" Prompto spluttered, and the five of them broke down into laughter, the atmosphere loads lighter than it had been since the beginning of all this mess. Eventually the merriment died down and Jason was starting to consider inhaling his meal when he got another pleasant surprise.

"Jason," Ignis started. "Noctis isn't the only one who's treated you poorly. Gladio and I would like to extend our apologies as well." Jason's mouth went dry. Man if they didn't stop apologizing soon, he was going to blush.

"Y-yeah, me too!"

Jason blinked. "Prompto, you didn't even do anything."

"That's not true!" Prompto's brows drew together. "I didn't defend you like I should have. I should have listened."

And their expressions were so earnest, even the stern-faced Gladio, Prompto actually wringing his hands, that Jason couldn't take it anymore. With an embarrassed groan, he hid his face, feeling the flush he'd been trying to hold back hit him full force. He was grateful for his tanned skin in that moment more than any in his life. "Guys, stop, you're killing me," he forced through a laugh. "I get it already!"

"Aw, I think we broke him," Prompto cooed. Jason glared through his parted fingers at Prompto's smug face. He grunted as a hard slap landed on his shoulder, Gladio's booming laugh filling the air.

"Yeah, yeah," Noctis said, back to his usual vaguely bored tone, his previous elegance a fading memeory. "Are we done now? I'm starving." He glanced down at his plate and made a somewhat disappointed face when he found way too many vegetables infringing on his meat. With a grumble, he began picking at it, ignoring Ignis' automatic tutting.

"Not quite~" Prompto singsonged. Prompto set his food down on the ground and pounced forward, taking Noctis' face in his hands. The prince's eyes widened to the size of saucers in shock and his gasp of surprise was muffled as Prompto covered his lips with his. Ignis, Gladio and Jason fell so silent in astonishment that Noctis' moan was clearly audible.

Jason coughed out a startled laugh as Gladio immediately began catcalling, whistling loudly. "About freaking time," the larger man exclaimed, shit eating grin on his face as he watched avidly. Prompto was grinning into Noctis' mouth, flipping Gladio off before deliberately straddling Noctis' lap and slotting their lips together more forcefully, Noctis responding with enthusiasm.

"Whoa!" Jason felt a hot flush race through his entire body, half embarrassment and half something he couldn't quite bring himself to name, before he hurriedly averted his gaze, falling back and staring at the sky with a nervous laugh. "Okay, then. That's a thing."

Ignis sighed, a put upon sound if Jason ever heard one. "And here I was thinking we should invest in another tent. Now I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

"Oh my god," Jason groaned. He peaked up at Ignis to find the man smiling with amusement. "I fully support the purchase of another tent. So they can do that. On the other side of the camp. Please."

Ignis gave the reclined man a considering brow, mouth curling into a positively secretive smirk. With a flash, Jason remembered that Ignis and Gladio were also together. Aaaand that they'd both hit on him. Oh god, what had he gotten himself into? He gulped and Ignis quirked a brow before looking away smugly. "Alright, you two, that's quite enough. We need to move on."

"Aw, but Iggy! We should just stay here for the night~!"

Ignis shook his head, smiling indulgently. "Not when there's a perfectly good camper not half a day's hike away. I daresay all of us could use a bath."

A collective cheer went through the camp from all four of them, and Jason couldn't help but feel like he'd just gotten permission from his parent to have some ice cream. With another laugh, he threw his arm over his head, just soaking in for a second the sense of relief from the horrible tension that had been eating at them all. And now here the five of them sat, on even ground, completely ignoring the four perfectly good chairs behind them. It wasn't perfect yet, not by a long shot, but when Jason sat up to eat his meal and easily slipped into the four's banter as if he'd always been a part of it, he couldn't help but feel optimistic for the first time in an age.

Ardyn's words hovered in the back of his mind, waiting on the fringes of his anxiety like the dark crawling of miasma. But it could wait. For now.

-o0o-

AN:

This is so gay. So. Gay. This is probably the most self indulgent trash I've ever written (except my femslash series of course, but we don't talk about that…). On that note, I'm thinking a solid wall of fluff in the next chapter. And if the boys just happen to get their hands on a bottle of brandy, well, I'm sure I won't be held responsible…They're grown men after all.

And oh, yeah! Plot happened. Ardyn, what could you possibly mean? Can't wait to find out!

Thanks for your support everybody! Come find me on Tumblr ( lynxrider) if you wanna keep up with fanart and updates and stuff or if you just wanna chat. I'm currently working on a scene from chapter 16 ;). See you next time!