They finally made it. Everyone finally made it...
Standing as tall and dauntless as ever, the azure dragon was speechless as the images and memories from the world kept persisting at his gaze all around the three parties.
The flux was heavy here, almost like a thick miasma rippling through at his very soul, taking licks to taste the purity and corruption thereof. Finir stood there with motionless posture, with wings and tail all the more motionless. He crossed his arms and looked ahead at the colonizing mana before him
In the peripheral were the Midgard and Utgard team, making it in almost the same timely manner as Asgard. He noticed the cubi, Kai, take note of them with a weak wave, and Finir did the same.
He then looked to Frigga, knee-deep in what seemed to be water, elegant and almost dainty. He guessed she was immediately getting down to business and left it at that. After all, he didn't want to screw over anything as much as he had before...
And speaking of 'before'...
"...Why does this place give off a familiar vibe...?" he said, almost nonchalantly.
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.